Or, ANDREW-LANG-like, talk about a myth?
Or, by thine own success amazed and staggered,
Make Zulus make thee rich, like Mr. HAGGARD?

Or, like BUCHANAN, didst thou quite exhaust in
One volume such abuse as fits a barge?
Twitter and chirp like Mr. ALFRED AUSTIN,
Or make a trifle mystically large,
Like SWINBURNE, round whose verse the fog grows stronger
Just in proportion as his lines are longer?

Whate'er thou didst, where'er thou wert, we found thee.
"Behold!" we cried, "the Sergeant reappears."
Let not our welcome overmuch astound thee,
Whom we have missed through twelve unhappy years.
Restored at length to England, home, and beauty,
Sergeant-at-Arms advance, and do thy duty!

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ANCIENT "BLOCK SYSTEM" AT ETON.

[Illustration: _The Head Master_. "Here's _wishing_ you well!"

N.B.--The rod may not be a _whack-simile_ of the original, but our old
Eton Boy says _it is quite near enough_, and, "in his position at the
time," as he adds with truth, "it was impossible to see it."]

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