Evolution of the “Blke.”

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 7, Issue 9, 31 January 1896, Page 2

Evolution of the “Blke.”

(From the Sydney Bulletin.) A day is coming on us when we won’t know what it’s like To wa:k, or run, or do a thing except to ride the bike; When, ou; evolution ended, we shall find our legs have gone, Except so much as will suffice to push the pedals on. For all of us a-e riders—burgla-, burgled man, police; Lawyer, client, surgeon, painter, premier, ju dice of the peace, Min a id wo n in, ju Ige and jury, priest and pen tent alike, Hive g.vei up all other thing!, and taken to the bike. And, if heiven is a country where we’re given wait we love, The bicycle mist follow to those realms of bliss ab )ve; And, worn we’ve travellel upwards, it will hardly make us smile To see Ah-Tun 0: Isaac breaking records for the mile. A pilv of stars will help to mike a heavenly machine, Held close in glittering splendour by a comet fixed between; And the aogels and the patriarch, and saints ao 1 all the rest, Will ride abiut for ever in the mansions of the blest.

And the souls that pass away on earth will see, on getting there, St. Peter first am ong the twelve, with half a length to spare, And will gaze with silent wonder at the re constructed figure Of a cherub sitting strad-legson a bright and shining jiggar.