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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 33, 16 August 1890, Page 5

Hortense (from the corner of the sofa, at half-past 11 p. m., after a blissful silence of nearly two hours) : ‘ Arthur, dear, does oo loveoo itty Topsy Wopsy as much as ever ?’ Arthur (close by her side): ‘Ess, my little Tensy Wensy. Why does oo ask?’ Hortense: ‘Cos oo have only tissed me sixteen times since 11 o’clock. ’ [And the sin rounding quietness was immediately disturlied by a noise, which began like the chirping of sparrows and ended like the tearing of a yard and a half of cheap calico on the bias. J If ought be worse than failure from overstress. Of a life's purpose. It is to sit down content with a little success.

Owen Meredith.