d nothing more!"

"Why's he here with fear to fill us?
Will he leave me, this Bacillus?
Not one bone do I feel whole in,
And of strength I've lost my store."
Thus I to the Doctor talking,
Ask "When shall I go out walking"?
He, my earnest queries baulking,
Says, "When all this trouble's o'er,"
"Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday
Friday? Saturday? Sunday? or
In a week?" "Um!--not before."

"Doctor!" cried I, "catch this evil
Fiend! Bacillus!! Microbe!! devil!!
Second syllable in Tem-pest!
Send him to Plutonian Shore.
Send him back to where he came from,
To the place he gets his fame from,
To the place he takes his name from;
Kick him out of my front door!"
So the Doctor feels my pulse, and,
As I drop upon the floor,
Quoth the Doctor, "Some days more."

* * * * *

[Illustration: "OUT IN THE COLD!"

"I AM LIKE A TRAVELLER LOST IN THE SNOW, WHO BEGINS TO GET STIFF WHILE
THE SNOWFLAKES COVER HIM."

_Speech of Prince Von Bismarck at Friedrichsruhe._]

* * * * *

"OUT IN THE COLD!"

["I am like a traveller lost in the snow, who begins to get
stiff and to sink down while the snowflakes cover him. In
fact, I am gradually losing interest in politics, but the
feeling, like that of the traveller sinking under the snow,
is a pleasant one."--_Prince Bismarck to the Deputation of
Leipsic Students_.]

AIR--"_Excelsior_!"

The century was waning fast,
As through a wintry waste there passed
A man, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
Excel no more!

His brows were blanched; his eye beneath
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath;
Red fields had heard his armour clang.
But now he smiled and softly sang,
Excel no more!

In barracks huge he saw the might
Of mailed hosts arrayed for fight;
Afar the fierce Frank bayonets shone,
And from his lips escaped a moan,
Excel no more!

"Think of the Past!" the young men said,
"Like SAUL you towered by the head
Midst those three Titans, Prussia's pride!"
Softly that once stern voice replied,
"Excel no more!"

"Oh, stay," the young men cried, "and mix
Once more in Teuton Politics!"
"Nay," said the Titan, "I grow old,
And, like poor TOM, I am a-cold!
Excel no more!"

"Beware the snow-encumbered