XI.--Saint John's Wood.
Saint John walked in a Wood
Where elm-trees spread their branches
And Squirrels climbed and Pigeons cooed.
And Hares sat on their haunches.
He built him willow huts
Wherever he might settle;
His meat was chiefly hazel-nuts,
His drink the honey-nettle.
His Wood that grew so green
Is now as grey as stone;
His Wood may any day be seen,
But where's the good Saint John?
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"On all faces was the defiant scowl of hatred as we looked at
them."--_Daily Chronicle._
What had our genial contemporary done to deserve this?
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"Turkish newspapers received in Copenhagen contain long lists of
names of prominent Arabs who have been hanged for treason or for
absenting themselves from military service. Overleaf is another
list of well-known Arabs living in Great Britain and the British
Colonies, who are cordially invited to return without
delay."--_Morning Paper._
Dilly ducks, dilly ducks, come and be killed.
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