on't ask for more;
For _I_'ll know I'm happy and I'll make my morning prayer
Of thanks for the sun on the Blue Mountains and me to be going there.

The little mountain railway shall serve me for all I need,
Crawling its way to Adderly, crawling to Runnymede;
And the scent of the gums shall cheer me like the sight of a journey's
end,
And the breeze shall say to me "Brother" and the hills shall hail me
"Friend,"
While the clear Kateri River sings lovesongs in my ear,
And I'll feel "Now I'm home again! Ah! but I'm welcome here."

Clear in the opal sunset I shall see the Kundahs lie
And the sweep of the hills shall fill my heart as the roll of the Downs
my eye;
And I'll see Snowdon and Staircase and the green of the Lovedale Wood,
And the dear sun shining on Ooty, and oh! but I'll find it good;
For _I_'ll have what _I_ wanted, and all the worrying done,
Because I'm back to the Blue Mountains and they and I are one.

There's peace beyond understanding, solace beyond desire
For minds that are over-weary, for bodies that toil and tire,
And over all that a something, a something that says, "You know,
It's the one place of all places where the gods meant _you_ to go."
Well, the gods know what _they_ know, and I wouldn't say them nay,
And Blighty of course is Blighty, but it's terribly far away,
So I'll get back to the Blue Mountains, and the betting is, I'll stay.

H.B.

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CRICKET IN WAILS--A HOWLING SUCCESS.

"E.H. ---- bawled consistently for the visitors, taking seven wickets
of 168."--_Welsh Paper._

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WHAT TO DO WITH OUR BOYS.

As a sufferer from the prevailing complaint, house-famine, I have started a
Correspondence Bureau, ostensibly for advising parents as to the pursuits
their offspring should take up, but really for propaganda purposes, the
object being the assuagement of this terrible evil.

Consequently my replies to inquiries are all moulded to this end.

For instance, one mother wrote from Surbiton:--

"My second son, Algernon, wishes to become a house and estate agent. Do
please tell me if you think this quite a fitting avocation for one whose
father is a member of the Stock Exchange."

I replied, "Quite. There is no nobler, and incidentally there are few more
lucrative occupations outside Bradford, unless it be that of a builder, in
which the sco