_Irate Gillie_ (_on discovering in the distance, for the third time
that morning, a "Brute of a Man" moving about in his favourite bit of
"Forest"_). "OH! DEIL TAKE THE PEOPLE! COME AWA,' MUSTER BROWN, SIR;
_IT'S JUST PEKKADILLY!!!_"]

* * * * *

AN AUTUMN AFTERNOON

AT NAZARETH HOUSE.

O wealthy and world-weary triflers, O idle and opulent folk,
For whom time is a foe to be slain, and life's self but a bore or
a joke,
Take yourselves, and your hearts, and your purses to Nazareth
House and behold
The brave service of well-bestowed time, the brave uses of
well-applied gold!

Where is Nazareth House, then, and what? 'Tis in Hammersmith,
Madam, a place
That you probably seldom illume with the light of your beautiful
face.
But _what_? That's a far larger question, full answer to which
would take time.
Far better go see for yourself. If there's aught of the moral
sublime
In these gold-grubbing days, 'tis in scenes where love-service
unbought and unpaid--