PAGETT, M. P.
The toad beneath the harrow knows
Exactly where each tooth-point goes;
The Butterfly upon the road
Preaches contentment to that toad.
Pagett, M. P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith,—
He spoke of the heat of India as the "Asian Solar Myth";
Came on a four months' visit, to "study the East," in November.
And I got him to sign an agreement vowing to stay till September.
March came in with the köil. Pagett was cool and gay,
Called me a "bloated Brahmin," talked of my "princely pay."
March went out with the roses. "Where is your heat?" said he.
"Coming," said I to Pagett. "Skittles!" said Pagett, M. P.