re-perusal.

The conviction that it _was_ my Opinion, and mine alone, which FIBBINS
dispatched, probably out of sheer laziness, to ROGERS & CO., Solicitors,
Chancery Lane, is one that I still retain. But it is FIBBINS who retains
the fee!

* * * * *

AT THE CLOSE OF THE SUMMER.

(_By one who idled. To his Lady-help._)

I am back at my work, which is far from exciting
After nothing to do for a month at a time,
So I am not astonished to find myself writing
To you, dear MELENDA, and writing in rhyme.
In my rooms very often the scent of the heather
Brings back with it sweet recollections, and so
I think of the days when we idled together,
Far away in the country a fortnight ago.

Yes, the two afternoons when, although we were sorry
That it rained, we went out as to do we had vowed,
And the wonderful echo we found in a quarry
That took what we whispered and said it aloud.
Whilst we wandered through fern-laden hedges and talked, it
So happened a dragon-fly flew by your side.
You remember, I'm sure, how you laughed as I stalked it,
And how it seemed hurt, as it finally died.