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

This is the ballad of Boh Da Tho… Erst a Pretender to Theebaw’s thr… Who harried the district of Alalo… How he met with his fate and the… At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,

THERE is a world outside the one… To which for curiousness ’Ell can… It is the place where “wilful—miss… As we can testify, for we are ther… You may ’ave read a bullet laid us…

Lo! What is this that I make—sudd… This that my clutch in the crowd p… Forward and onward I sprang when… And a cab like martagon opes and… And someone is taking my name, and…

GOD gave all men all earth to lov… But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should… Belovèd over all; That, as He watched Creation’s bi…

Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Sa… Bears witness to the truth, and A… Hath told the men of Gorukh. The… Comes westward o’er the peaks to… The story of Bisesa, Armod’s chil…

The wrecks dissolve above us; thei… Down to the dark, to the utter dar… There is no sound, no echo of soun… Or the great grey level plains of… Here in the womb of the world —her…

WHEN that great Kings return to… Or Emperors in their pride, Grief of a day shall fill a day, Because its creature died. But we—we reckon not with those

I go to concert, party, ball— What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive to look at ease. The incense that is mine by right

TO the Judge of Right and Wrong With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power belong, Our faith and sacrifice, Let Freedom’s Land rejoice!

When the drums begin to beat Down the street, When the poles are fetched and guy… When the tight-rope’s stretched an… When the dance-girls make salaam,

IF IT be pleasant to look on, st… Does not the Young Man try Its t… If She be pleasant to look on, wh… “Lo! She is pleasant to look on,… II.

LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance