BY THE CANAL IN FLANDERS.

By the canal in Flanders I watched a barge's prow

Creep slowly past the poplar-trees; and there I made a vow

That when these wars are over and I am home at last

However much I travel I shall not travel fast.

Horses and cars and yachts and planes: I've no more use for such;

For in three years of war's alarms I've hurried far too much;

And now I dream of something sure, silent and slow and large;

So when the War is over--why, I mean to buy a barge.

A gilded barge I'll surely have, the same as Egypt's Queen,

And it will be the finest barge that ever you have seen;

With polished mast of stout pitch pine, tipped with a ball of gold,

And two green trees in two white tubs placed just abaft the hold.

So when past Pangbourne's verdant meads, by Clieveden's mossy stems,

You see a barge all white-and-gold come gliding down the Thames,

With tow-rope spun from coloured silks and snow-white horses three,

Which stop beside your river house--you'll know the bargee's me.

I'll moor my craft beside your lawn; so up and make good cheer!

Pluck me your greenest salads! Draw me your coolest beer!

For I intend to lunch with you and talk an hour or more

Of how we used to hustle in the good old days of war.

* * * * *

The Vicar of a country parish was letting his house to a _locum

tenens_, and sent him a telegram, "Servants will be left if desired."

Promptly came back the reply, "Am bringing my own sermons." And now

each is wondering what sort of man the other is.

* * * * *

"Young Man to help weigh and clean widows at chemist's shop."

--_Sheffield Daily Telegraph._

To any young man who should be inclined to apply we commend the advice

of _Mr. Weller, senior_, "Sammy, beware of the vidders."

* * * * *

[Illustration: AN ADAMLESS EDEN.

_The Seated Lady_. "THE GREAT CHARM OF THIS PLACE IS ITS ABSOLUTE

LONELINESS. DAY AFTER DAY ONE HAS THESE LOVELY SANDS AND SEA AND ROCKS

AND SKY ALL TO ONESELF."

_The Other_. "REALLY. AND HAVE YOU BEEN HERE LONG?"

_Seated Lady_. "SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE WEEK."

_The Other_. "AND ARE YOU GOING TO STAY IN THIS DELIGHTFUL PLACE MUCH

LONGER?"

_Seated Lady_. "ANOTHER TEN DAYS--UNLESS MY LANDLADY WILL LET ME OFF

THE LAST WEEK."]

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