that lie was unquestionably a man of no mean distinction, I con
fess I almost insensibly heightened the respectfulness of my tone
in addressing my coach companion, As we were driving along,
dying with curiosity as I was, I did not like to offer an exchange
of cards, which would be next to asking his name, a thing which
he seemed desirous to keep secret.
At last the end of our journey approached, and I thought
internally, with a bitter sigh, that it must be left to some future
chance to unfold this mystery. The coach reached .
Before it came to a stop the mysterious bearer of the initials
jumped off. He touched his hat and bade me good-bye. My
heart sank within me with vexation and disappointment. As a
last resort, haviiig observed “P.” to speak in a familiar whisper
to the coachman, it struck me to ask the latter if he knew the
gentleman who had just left us. Coachee was an imported Briton,
a sort of a half cockney. “ Vy,” says he, “ I knows him wery
veil. It’s Joe Parker as is vaiter at the American. I’ll varrant
now he’s been a playing the gen’leman somewere, wile the ’ouse
is slack; and a right good gen’leman he makes. I never heard
sich stories as Joe can pump out. The gentry’s a-coming in, and
he must look sharp a’ter business now.”
“Math.” Profs, for laughter,
“Math.” Profs, for love,
“ Math.” Profs, that borrow
The Free Lance.
[Finis.]
RHYMES ABOUT PROFS,
Here is a handful
Of rhymes about Profs ;
Perchance they are truthful,
Perchance they are scoffs,
The critics may flaunt them
And vow they are wrong,
But a fig for their censure,
And here is my song :
[June,