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HERBS OF GRACE.

IV.

THYME.

  All things true,
    All things sweet—­
  Summer-dawn dew
    And Love’s heart-beat;
  All things holy,
  Hill-flow’rs lowly,
    A far church-chime—­
  These things dwell
    In the smell
      Of Thyme.

  All things clean,
    All things pure—­
  Joys that have been
    And faiths that endure;
  All things sunny,
  Bee-song and honey,
    Sheep-walks, rhyme—­
  These things dwell
    In the smell
      Of Thyme.

  All things set
    With sharp sweet pain—­
  April regret
    For vows yet vain;
  All things fragrant,
  Thoughts long vagrant
    From Beauty’s clime—­
  These things dwell
    In the smell
      Of Thyme.

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    “Sir John Simon, K.C., cited as an illustration the friendship between
    Daniel and Jonathan.  The Lord Chief Justice:  I become very nervous when
    you support your law by quoting Scripture.”—­Daily Mail.

We always feel more nervous when people misquote Scripture for their purpose.

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“The Lord Mayor of London, Sir William Dunn, accompanied by other members of the City Council in their robes, and the Lady Mayoress, were amongst the very large conflagration at St. Patrick’s, Soho.  An eloquent sermon was preached.”—­Irish Paper.

“Burning words,” indeed.

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From a description of the difficulties of the members of the Press Gallery in reporting Mr. BONAR LAW:—­

    “Since he has become leader of the House they have aged and grown
    haggard and dejected.  The sound of his voice fills them with
    bread.”—­Birmingham Daily Post.

Well, in these days that ought to afford them ample consolation.

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    “Sir Richard L. Borden’s name, now a household word, became familiar
    only six years ago.”—­Daily Paper.

But even now he is not so well known as Sir ROBERT!

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DE PROFUNDIS.

When I went round the trenches a day or two before we were to move in, the great frost was still in possession; but there was a mild feeling in the air.

“I can thoroughly recommend these trenches to you, Sir,” said the occupier in a businesslike manner.  “Commodious and well built, fitted throughout with the latest pattern duck-boards and reached by three charmingly sequestered communication trenches, named Hic, Haec and Hoc.  The dug-outs are well equipped and well sunk.  The whole would form an ideal retreat for gentlemen of quiet tastes.”