I remember, I remember
    The ’buses red and white,
  The corner where they used to stop
    And take me home at night;
  They never gave a wink at me
    And shouted, “Full to-day,”
  But now I often wish that one
    Would carry me away.

  I remember, I remember
    The cabs we used to get,
  The growler from the “Adam Arms”
    (The horse is living yet);
  My spirit was impatient then,
    That is so meek to-day,
  And now I often think that that
    Would be the quickest way.

  I remember, I remember
    The lights against the sky;
  I used to think that London would
    Be closer by-and-by;
  It was a childish ignorance,
    But now ’tis little joy
  To know I’m farther from the Strand
    Than when I was a boy.

A.P.H.

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CUE TYPES.

At the present moment, when the billiard professionals are contesting the palm and Mr. S.H.  FRY has re-captured the title of amateur champion seven-and-twenty years after he first won it, there is such interest in the game that a kind of Guide to Billiard Types cannot but be of value.  Hence the following classification of players who are to be met with in clubs, country-houses or saloons by any ordinary wielders of the cue.  Any reader who has ever endeavoured to master what may be called (by way of inversion) the Three Balls Art has power to add to their number.

The player who, as he drops behind in the game, says so often that it is months since h” touched a cue that your success is robbed of all savour.

The player who is funny and calls the red the Cherry, the Robin, the Cardinal or the Lobster.

The player who comes to the game as to a solemn ritual and neither smiles nor speaks.

The player who keeps on changing his cue and blames each one in turn for his own ineptitude.

The player who can use his left hand as well as his right:  a man to be avoided.

The player who whistles while he plays.  This is a very deadly companion.

The player who never has a good word for his opponent’s efforts.

The player who congratulates you on every stroke:  a charming antagonist.

The player who is always jolly whatever buffets he receives from fortune.

The player who talks about every one of his strokes.

The player who swears at most of them.

The player who doubts the accuracy of your scoring.  Avoid this one.

The player who hits everything too hard.  This is a very exasperating man to meet because fortune usually favours him.  Either he flukes immoderately or he does not leave well.  He is usually a hearty fellow with no sense of shame.  Perhaps he says “Sorry;” but he adds, “It must have been on.”

The player who hits everything too gently:  the lamb as compared with the previous type, who is a lion.  The lamb is good to play with if you prefer winning to a real contest.