There used to be fairies in Germany--
I know, for I've seen them there
In a great cool wood where the tall trees stood
With their heads high up in the air;
They scrambled about in the forest
And nobody seemed to mind;
They were dear little things (tho' they didn't have wings)
And they smiled and their eyes were kind.
What, and oh what were they doing
To let things happen like this?
How could it be? And didn't they see
That folk were going amiss?
Were they too busy playing,
Or can they perhaps have slept,
That never they heard an ominous word
That stealthily crept and crept?
There used to be fairies in Germany--
The children will look for them still;
They will search all about till the sunlight slips out
And the trees stand frowning and chill.
"The flowers," they will say, "have all vanished,
And where can the fairies be fled
That played in the fern?"--The flowers will return,
But I fear that the fairies are dead.
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The Kaiser Lands in England.
"A disturbance of rates (when it tends to raise them) is never
popular. Father Barry remarked yesterday that Mr. Underhill, as
chairman of the Assessment Committee, was the most unpopular man in
Plymouth except one, and the other one was the Kaiser."--_Western
Daily Mercury_.
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