‘The present Commander-in-Chief in India is a fine soldier,
who has earned the national gratitude by his public services,
and endeared himself to the Army by his untiring devotion
to its interests. But among the penalties of Sir Frederick
Robertsí exalted position is the control of a vast patronage,
and this it is impossible to deny is not always so disposed
as to disarm unfriendly criticism, and to secure for his bestowals
that unfailing respect which is so desirable.’—Vide Pioneer yesterday.
‘She was bland, passionate and deeply religious, painted
in water–colours, was first cousin to Lady Jones, and
of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.’
They really were most merciful They praised his winning ways His little feet that merrily Trip on from baize to bays. They glorified the new canteen. They called him "Tommy's Pride", But O they said his patronage Was sometimes misapplied... They passaged all about the faceó Right shoulder out and inó They did their very best to save Hós Exóllóy's skin. They sandwiched smack and blandishment Like best Italian ice: But still they drew attention to That too notorious vice. They hemmed and hawed, they sidled off They sidled up again. One hand upon the laurelled head, The other on the cane. And while he heard with sweet content The praise that was his due. On legs that never fled the fray Whish fell the big bamboo. And through the sighing deodarsó A little whisper stole. "Why, for the quadrilateral man Select the roundest hole; And wherefore thrust the polygon Into the crescent's curve, Since other folk have other eyes, And other eyes observe ? Perpend, retreat, refrain, reform O man of Kandahar, For even pocket-Wellingtons May carry things too far. We cannot judge the influence. The face alone we see. And if the Póór is wrath, Oh Lord what must you be. (Chorus) We've heard it before, but we'll drink once more, While the Army sniffs and sobs For Bobs its pride, who has lately died, And is now succeeded by Jobs.