SHE WAS VERY TIRED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 50, 12 December 1891, Page 690

SHE WAS VERY TIRED.

Superintendent Porter of the Census Bureau received a novel official communication the other day. It was an application by one of the girl clerks for a vacation and it tan thus :

There’s a girl in a certain division Who is tired as tired can be : She would like to be detailed to number The fishes that swim in the sea. She says she will count all the sea shells. Or the waves as they dash on the shore And will give information concerning The volume and depth of their roar. She is weary of schedules and figures. And longs to be domiciled where She’ll be worried with no ‘rapid transit.' Save that of the birds through the air.

She finds there's as yet no provision To number the birds or their songs ; She will classify each feathered warbler In the habitat where he belongs. She would like to be sent to the mountains For such computations as these ; To find with just how many windings The brook finds its way to the seas. She would count them (the mountains) or mount them And issue a bulletin there. That should state with precision the number Of sunbeams afloat in the air. She will number the stars in the heavens And note every phase of the moon. She will wait for the ‘ transit of Venus ’ Unless you recall her too soon. With zeal that is more than ‘official!’ She will study the biped called man. And will ‘size up’ his various virtues As only a young woman can. She will test with minutest exactness The comparative virtues of each - The Mahommed that comes to the mountain And the lover that waits on the beach. I venture to hope. Mr Porter. That you’ll further this maiden’s design. If you can. why, perhaps in the autumn. She will find she may safely resign.