F. W. Harvey,
A Gloucestershire Lad at Home and Abroad
“ The while wee flaming devils dance and sing.But short of simple Hell without the lid,I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing. Fleas, faintness, famine, stomach-ache, the feelOf flies upon your face, rats in your bed;Lice, dusty roads, a blister on your heel,The taste of salts, the scent of things long dead,Home-sickness, chilblains, grief uncomforted,A hollow tooth with cold, a hornet sting:—These are unpleasant, yet when all is saidI think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing. See you the whole bright world before your eyeDwindle as ugly as a wrinkled pea. ”
