From an Ignoramus. 



Tc W. D. 



When one's wits have g one off on vacation 



And common plants cause perturbation 

 ly looking anoo®moniy queer, 



And far from a state of elation— 



On* curses that Walter's not near, 

 Till, despair outweighing trepidation, 

 And puzzlement conquering fear. 

 One hies to the P. 0, (B station), 



A auarter-mile that's pretty near! 



With a package whose true destination 

 Is printed oat large and auite clear. 

 It helps give the mail-rbags their - ration-. 

 T'bey can swallow a lot 'twould appear ! 



Walter ooens, without indignation, — - 

 He's long-suffering, kind, and so deary — 

 And only a mild execration, — - 

 For our idiocy one tender tear, 



£t a glance it is Dure inspiration 



He names every plant dry and sere; 



In a flash then, with great animation, 



Records he his wisdom. And we're 



Quite wordless for thanks. Explanation 



Can't tell him how much we revere 



His knowledge; and canonization 



Is too little, toy far, for him here. 



Named labels are begged for by, .yours. 0. 

 Plants themselves may be scrapped by W. D. 



Or perhaps a sabbatical year, 



