I am made all things to all men— Hebrew, Roman, and Greek— In each one’s tongue I speak, Suiting to each my word, That some may be drawn to the Lor…

“OH, where are you going to, all… With England’s own coal, up and d… “We are going to fetch you your br… Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs,… “And where will you fetch it from,…

They christened my brother of old— And a saintly name he bears— They gave him his place to hold At the head of the belfry—stairs, Where the minster—towers stand

Where the East wind is brewed fre… And the balmy night-breezes blow s… I heard a Destroyer sing: “What a… ble life does one lead on the Nort… ”To blow things to bits is our bus…

Being a translation of the song th… by a Mohammedan schoolmaster of B… (some time on service at Suakim) w… that Kitchener was taking money fr… to build a Madrissa for Hubshees…

MAN dies too soon, beside his wor… His days are counted and reprieve… Who shall entreat with Death to s… Or cloke the shameful nakedness of… Send here the bold, the seekers of…

THERE was Rundle, Station Mast… An’ Beazeley of the Rail, An’ 'Ackman, Commissariat, An’ Donkin’ o’ the Jail; An’ Blake, Conductor—Sergeant,

AS our mother the Frigate, bepain… Made play for her bully the Ship… So we, her bold daughters by iron… Accost and destroy to our masters’… For this is our virtue —to spy and…

You must n’t swim till you’re six… Or your head will be sunk by your… And summer gales and Killer Whale… Are bad for baby seals. Are bad for baby seals, dear rat,

I HAVE a dream —a dreadful dream A dream that is never done, I watch a man go out of his mind, And he is My Mother’s Son. They pushed him into a Mental Hom…

They bear, in place of classic nam… Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold g… In little boxes made of tin. Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin…

(Herrick) Since ye distemper and defile Sweet Here by the measured mile, Nor aught on jocund highways heed Except the evidence of speed;

Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press

Life’s all getting and giving, I’ve only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I’ve only one life to live. End it? I’ll not find another.

Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between 'em, Only the Transvaal behind; Only an Aldershot column