To omit progressive stages, which would take up too much time, Occupy a dozen pages and exhaust a lot of rhyme-- After navigating torrent where the crocodiles disport, You were spied by foe abhorrent, lurking watchful in the fort. How you diddled them just proper, how you did the Johnnies brown, And how many came a cropper as the rafts were floating down: This perchance a future Milton, seeking an heroic theme, May compose splendacious lilt on, in the groves of Academe. And perchance some future Hallam, with display of prosy pomp, Will relate in distant Balham scrumptious battle in the swamp; And describe the villain Juma, in penultimate despair, Meeting Bill upon the boom and getting his quietus there. Now the hurly-burly’s over, not a cloud bedims the sky; You are jolly well in clover, and the bloom is on the rye; ’Tempus fugit’: I must stow it---end my palpitating lay, Ever faithful cook and poet, Said Mohammed, failed B.A. There was a burst of applause as the Bengali concluded. "Capital!" cried Mr. Halliday. "Wonderful!" exclaimed the girls together, clapping their hands. "Absolutely unique, by Jove!" added Oliver. "You’re sure of immortality now, John," said Joe. "I wouldn’t wonder if it’s good enough for _Punch_," said Mr. Gillespie. "Such laudation warms the cockles of my heart, ladies and gentlemen," declared Said Mohammed, beaming. "But the poem is not destined to be squandered on _profanum vulgus:_ it is strictly for private consumption." "Have some copies printed, Mr. Mohammed," said Mrs. Burtenshaw. "I’ll pay the bill." "Your esteemed order, madam, shall be punctually attended to. And now, with excuses, I beg to be allowed to retire to my own place--to return to my muttons, as it were: or in other words, to wash the dishes." And with profound salaams he withdrew. ———— By the last advices from Nairobi I learn that the Hallidays’ farm in Kenya is exceedingly prosperous. Mr. Halliday received his lease, and was recently mentioned in a Government report as one of the most enterprising and successful settlers in British East Africa. Mrs. Burtenshaw regards this testimonial as unfair, since Mr. Halliday is only a figurehead, and John does the work; but, as Mr. Gillespie says, nobody cares a pin for what appears in a Government report.