A LOVER'S LAMENT.

Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 3, Issue 148, 2 October 1895, Page 3

A LOVER'S LAMENT.

[an afflicted patient to his equally alti.lctei) mistress.] The folllowing lines, evidently written by one of those hypochondriacal individuals who come to Ro+orua thinking that a miracle is to he worked for their especial benefit, have been handed to us for publication, they were picked up, it is alleged, in the vicinity of the Sanatorium : Oil. come where the sulphur lies frosted and yellow. And the chlorine and brimstone are thick in the air; Say, dear, shall I bring you your sticks or your crutches, Or shall the man wheel you along in the chair ? Oh. is it not joyous to bathe in these waters With rheumatic, scorbutic, sciatic and old!' Take your pillow and plaster, umbrella and shawl, dear, After having a Priest's bath you're apt to take cold. In the baths all the people are growling and groaning, For their homes and their doctors they very soon pino. Neither Bnehel, The Priest, nor Postmaster can cure them. WE also grow worse, dear, but " thats a good Sign I" They tell us when bathing and drinking are over. And we've left Rotorua our rheumatics will fly. We've been hero a week, love,- we'll stay out another. And if we're not cured then we'll go homo to die.