equal one thousand--then minus sheep, plus horses, minus wool, plus tods,
equal one million. Lastly, horses plus sheep, minus hides, plus fleeces,
in all equal forty millions.

Quod erat demonstrandum.

There, reader, if you are still a sceptic, I cannot help it.

JACOBUS.

* * * * *


ANSWER OF THE LONDON STONE.[2]

(_For the Mirror_.)


Why hast thou mortal, on my slumber broken,
And dragged my struggling spirit back to earth?
Though "walls have ears," yet stones have never spoken.
Why am I made the object of thy mirth?
Why am I questioned thus to tell my fate,
And primal use? Yet hear--whilst I relate.

When time was young, and earth was in her prime,
Secure I slept within her spacious womb;
And ages passed--I took no heed of time,
Until some Druid burst my dismal tomb,
And dragged me forth amidst the haunts of man.