"
It was the Great Sea-Serpent,
Stretched out upon the shore--
It measured--well, no matter what,
It was all that, and more.
"He's dead! the Great Sea-Serpent!"
The Bishop cried, with glee,
"And now there is no Serpent
Within my present See."
'Tis scotched, not killed; for, sure as fate,
We'll fifty bet to five,
That, when the Season's dead, The Great
Sea-Serpent will revive.
* * * * *
HIS GREATEST PLEASURE.
["My greatest pleasure will be to think of you, Mr.
ROGERS."--_Grossly unfair extract from the Newspaper Report of
Mr. Goschen's Speech on Girls' Education._]
In gilded halls some take their ease,
In song and dance they find delight;
And there are those whom banquets please,
And masques and revelry by night.
Such gauds are wearisome to me;
And wilder lures of dice or drink
Attract me not; my maddest glee
Is to sit still and think.
I think and think; the world grows less,
And Budgets seem but worthless toys;
For I am lost in happiness,
In my ecstatic joy of joys.
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