SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



Part III 



CR^DAT JUD^US APELLA 



Dear Bell, — I enclose what you ask in a 

 letter, 

 A short rhyme at random, no more and no 

 less, 

 And you may insert it for want of a better. 



Or leave it, it doesn't much matter, I gueSiS ; 

 And as for a tip, why, there isn't much in it, 

 I may hit the right nail, but first, I declare, 

 I haven't a notion what's going to win it 

 (The Champion, I mean), and what's more, 

 I don't care. 

 Imprimis, there's Cowra — few nags can go 

 quicker 

 Than she can — and Smith takes his oath 

 she can fly ; 

 While Brown, Jones, and Robinson swear 

 she's a sticker. 

 But ""' crcedat Judceus Apellal' say I. 



There's old Volunteer, I'd be sorry to sneer 

 At his chance ; he'll be there, if he goes at 



the rate 



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