HAY FEVER.

That is the twenty-seventh time to-day!

What is the use of Nobbs's Nasal Spray?

What use my aunt's "unfailing" recipes?

There _is_ no anodyne for this disease--

Thirty, I think! Another hanky, please--

A-tish-oo!

The world is gay; the bee bestrides the rose;

But I blaspheme and madly blow my nose.

For shame, O world! for shame, the heartless bee!

Your sweetest blooms are misery to me;

And as for that condemned acacia-tree--

A-tish-oo!

Oh, could I roam, contented like the sheep,

In sunlit fields where, as it is, I weep;

Oh, to be fashioned like the lower classes,

Who simply revel in the longest grasses,

While I sit lachrymose with coloured glasses--

A-tish-oo!

Fain would I spend my summers high in air;

At least there are no privet-hedges there.

But even then I have no doubt the smell

From slopes celestial of asphodel

Would fill the firmament and give me hell--

A-tish-oo!

They tell me 'tis the man of intellect

The baneful seeds especially affect;

And I that sneeze one million times a year--

I ought to have a notable career,

Though, at the price, an earldom would be dear--

A-tish-oo!

Gladly, indeed, to some less gifted swain

Would I concede my fine but fatal brain,

Could I like him but sniff the jasmine spray

Or couch unmoved within a mile of hay,

And not explode in this exhausting way--

A-tish-oo!

* * * * *

Wanted, a Faith-healer.

Dear Madam,--We have received your enquiry for Sergeant ----, and

wish to inform you that he was transferred to ---- Hospital,

suffering from a slightly sceptic toe. Trusting this information

may be of some value,

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