PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 146.



JANUARY 7, 1914.




[Illustration: "THE MONARCH OF THE GLEN:" A NEW _LAND-SEER_.]

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_AMENDE DÉSHONORABLE_.

Heavily dragged the night; the Year
Was passing, and the clock's slow tick
Boomed its sad message to my ear
And made me pretty sick.
"You have been slack," I told myself, "and weak;
You have done foolishly, from wilful choice;
Sloth and procrastination--" Here my voice
Broke in a squeak.

And deep repentance welled in me
As I mused darkly on my sin;
Yea, Conscience stung me, like a bee
That gets her barb well in.