Therefore I say the fabric
Was wrought of faery woof,
Not made in walls of drab brick
Nor won with mortal oof;
Delicate, dream-like, pretty
As sunshine after rain,
Worn by Miss Hodgson ("Kitty")--
It seems a dreadful pity
She spilled the iced champagne.

Therefore I say that, toiling
With wild white roses' bloom--
No printers' vats a-boiling
Nor labour of the loom--
With fern and foxglove chalice
On tiny feet or wings
Titania's elves made sallies,
And that's how Lady Alice
Had on those lovely things.

EVOE.

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A HAPPY THOUGHT.

"When the blessing had been pronounced and the bridal pair were
kneeling at the altar Dame Nellie Melba, wearing a blue dress and
hat, crept from the side chapel to the choir and to the joy of the