But little they care down there, down there, Hid from time and tempest by the jade-green waters; They have loves a-plenty down at fathom twenty, Pearly-skinned silver-finned mer-kings' daughters. At the gilt quarter-ports sit the Dons at their sports, A-dicing and drinking the red wine and white, While the crews forget their wrongs in the sea-maids' songs And dance upon the foc'sles in the grey ghost light. PATLANDER. * * * * * "REMARKABLE OVAL SCORING." _Evening Paper Contents Bill._ We have made some remarkable scores of that shape ourselves in the past, but we never boast about them. * * * * * "He believed that the English pronounced in the streets of London in, say, 200 years' time, will be much different, if not unintelligible, to the man of to-day."--_Daily Paper._ Just like the English in some of our newspapers. * * * * * "The Secretary of State for India is not _persona grata_ either to the British House of Commons or to the British public. That is the old-fashioned English of it."--_Bangalore Daily Post._ It would be interesting to see the old-fashioned Latin of it. * * * * * "Will any Lady Recommend Country Home of the best where 2 precious Poms can be happy and would be looked after for 6 weeks? Surrey preferred."--_Morning Paper._ Think of their disgust at finding themselves boarded out in Sussex or Kent. * * * * * "Young Hungarian Lady with English and German knolidgement wants sob with English or American Organization."--_Pester Lloyd._ Laugh and the world laughs with you; Sob and you sob alone. * * * * * A WAY OUT OF THE PRESENT UNREST. "A penny for your thoughts," I said to Kathleen. "I like that," said Kathleen indignantly. "A penny was the market value of my thoughts in 1914. Why should butter and cheese and reels of cotton go up more than double and my thoughts stay the same?" "Twopence," I offered. "I said _more_ than double," she remarked coldly. I plunged. "Sixpence," I said. "Done!" "I'll put it in the collection bag for you next Sunday," I added hastily. "Well, I was thinking of Veronica's future. I was wondering what she was going to be." "When we went to the Crystal Palace," I said gently, "I rather gathered that she wanted to be the proprietor of a merry-go-round. They were dragons with red-plush seats." "She might go into Parliament," said Kathleen dreamily; "I expect women will be able to do everything by the time she's grown up. She might be a Cabinet Minister. I don't see why she shouldn't be Prime Minister."