CONTENTS PAGE WOMEN I HAVE NEVER MARRIEDI. PRISCILLA . I 11. DORA 3 111. EMMELINE 5 IV. JOAN . . . 8 V. GRACE . S l0 THE OLD SONGS . . I3 THE RIME OF THE...... mehr
CONTENTS PAGE WOMEN I HAVE NEVER MARRIEDI. PRISCILLA . I 11. DORA 3 111. EMMELINE 5 IV. JOAN . . . 8 V. GRACE . S l0 THE OLD SONGS . . I3 THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT BRIGAND-CHIEF . 16 TO A FRIEND,
ABOUT TO MARRY BEER . . . 20 A CHANNEL RECORD . 22 THE POET TO HIS SUFFRAGETTE . . . 27 THE SLUMP IN POETS 29 THE BIRTHRIGHT OF THE FREE . 32 ORAL QUESTIONS AND WRITTEN ANSWERS. 35 REFLECTIONS ON THE TURF . 43 THE MAN THAT MIGHT . 45 TO VENUS, SHOT IN HER TRACKS . . . 47 SWEET USES OF OBESITY 49 CEDANT ARMA TOGA3 . . 52 TO CHRISTINE . 55 HUMOURS OF AN ENGLISH SUMMER . . . 58 THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY . . 61 OF TOP-DRESSING . . . 63 A POLICE TRAP . 65 TO A FQRTUNATE BABE . . . 68 ARMS AND THE WOMANI. SEEING RED . 7O 11. THE LADIES CAVALRY CLUB . . . 72 PAGE A SMART SET-BACK .
75 A NEW PROFESSION OR, WHAT TO DO WITH OUR SONS . . . 77 ENCORE LE MONDE 06 LON SAFFICHE . . 80 THE WEARING OF THE WHISKER . . . 82 O F TAME LIONS . 85 THE DECLINE OF CHIVALRY . . . 87 A FAMOUS VICTORY 89 TO A LOST BACHELOR . . . 92
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EVE 94 TO ENGLAND IN 1908 . . . 96 T H E TURNING OF T H E MIDDLE-CLASS WORM . 99 IN PRAISE OF FOG . . 102 NIGHT THOUGHTS OF AN ALTRUIST . . 104 THE CONSOLATIONS OF AGE ., . . 106 U HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD . . 108 THE SOURCE OF ENGLANDS GREATNESS . . 112 T H E SECRET OF SANITY . . 115 THE HIGHER KIND OF POET . . . 118 PEERS V. PEOPLE . I21 PILOTS THAT WANT DROPPING . . . 123 TO A TOAST-MASTER . . 125 THOUGHTS ON A SEASONABLE CHRISTMAS .,127 ENGLAND EXPECTS . . . 129 THE NATIONS SONGS . . I32 CHILDE BIRRELL TO T H E DARK TOWER CAME . 135 A SECRET COMMISSION . I37 THE PEOPLES SPORT . I39 GAMES AND T H E MAN . . I42 A TONIC FOR T H E DUMPS . 145 AN END OF DANCING . I47 IN MEMORIAMGEORGEFREDERICK WATTS 149 THOMAS JOHN BARNARDO . . 150 SALVAGE WOMEN I HAVE NEVER MARRIED N. B.-The following series may be classified under the head of Works of Imagination. Priscilla Had the fates designed To weave our mortal webs in one Had Love, notoriously blind, Not let his bandage come undone I tremble even now to think How my caree
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