t yet been to Japan, would be quite
grateful to any wealthy travel-enthusiast who would make it possible for
him to see this fascinating country. Excellent references.
* * * * *
Illustration: "NOW THEN, COUSIN EMMA, LET ME GIVE YOU A BIT OFF THE
BREAST."
"YES, PLEASE, I SHOULD LIKE TO TASTE THAT, FOR IN MY YOUNG DAYS THEY
ALWAYS GAVE IT TO THE GROWN-UPS, AND NOW THEY KEEP IT FOR THE CHILDREN,
SO I'VE ALWAYS MISSED IT."
* * * * *
REVELATION REVISED.
[_A portion of "The Photodrama of Creation," a cinematograph enterprise
hailing from the United States, has recently been exhibited._]
Oh, would I were a preacher or a prophet
Of some wild pagan creed, I know not where--
One of whom people said, "This man is off it"
(But still I had a following sparse and rare),
That so, if cynics urged, "How hard to prove is
The faith ye cling to fondly and so fast!"
By favour of the men who work the "movies,"
I might expound the future and the past.
Hiring a lot of lads with mobile faces,
And all the world to tap for filmed scenes,
Would I not set backsliders in their places
And give my errant congregation beans?
Uprising in the darkened tabernacle,
A canvas sheet across the stage unfurled,
"To-night, dear brethren, we propose to tackle,"
I should commence, "the Making of the World.
"Doubts have arisen lately if the cosmos
Sprang as I stated; an egregious don
Has published pamphlets asking if it _was_ moss,
Or something else, that formed the primal _On._
"Well, to confute at once this creeping scandal,
You shall behold the facts before your eyes,
(If Mr. Potts will kindly turn that handle--
Thank you) _and note, the camera never lies_."
Yes, I would teach them; and if any scoffers
Still weltered in the quagmire of their sin,
If when I overhauled the monthly coffers
I found the business part a trifle thin,
Choosing a model for the worst offender
I should unroll a still more lively lot
Of films depicting him in pomp and splendour,
"Swift glories," I should say, "and doomed to rot;"
And then turn on "The Day of Retribution,"
Shades of avengers in the world below
Prodding my man with verve and resolution,
And broiling him on spits exceeding slow,
And flayi
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