Well have you borne your fourscore years and two, Faithful in service, as in friendship true; Now, pacing slowly homewards from the Turn, Long may it be before you cross the Burn, And, ere you tread your well-loved links no more, May eight-two (plus twenty) be your score. The popularity of golf in France has led to the framing of a complete glossary of French equivalents for the terminology of the game. _Punch_, as a good humanist, essayed a similar task at a time when the revival of Latin for conversational purposes was proposed by some hardy classicists. As he justly remarks: "The advantages of Latin in this context will not have escaped the notice of even the most superficial observers. Thus the bad effect on caddies of using strong language in the vernacular is entirely obviated. Again, when the ball is lying dead, only a dead language can render justice to the situation." [Illustration: WILLIAM THE WHEELMAN "'I can only emphasize the fact that I consider that physically, morally, and socially, the benefits that cycling confers on the men of the present day are almost unbounded.' (_Aside_) Wish I were on a 'Safety'!!"] [Sidenote: _Bicycling, Croquet, Swimming_] Of the brief vogue of bicycling among the "smart set" I have spoken already. The abuse of this indispensable machine inspired a new version of "Daisy Bell, or a Bicycle Made for Two"--"Blazy Bill or the Bicycle Cad"--of which it may suffice to quote the last stanza:-- Blazy! Blazy! Turn up wild wheeling, do! I'm half crazy, All in blue funk of you. The "Galloping Snob" was a curse, Sir, But the Walloping Wheelman is worser; I'd subscribe half a quid To be thoroughly rid Of all Bicycle Cads like you.