Williams

Odds and ends, being selections from contributions to different Anglo-Indian journals. 1894.

Mr. Editor, I am determined on an experiment. I mean to try my “prentice hand” in print. The hair, over my temples is slightly thinning and Gwendoline — I allude to my better-half — detects with selfish anxiety the presence of silver streaks among locks which once rivalled and outshone the hue of Ebon. But I have a little courage yet. My heart still beats true. I can hold my own at “Snooker” or snipe shooting, and though my figure has lost the elegant outlines of Colonel Crusha’s, I can still play for a “pony” on the rub, without accelerating by one beat my equal pulse.