stedfodd, at which every bard of that nation brought four lines of verse — a sort of four-leaved clover — to his chief.
T. W. Higginson, The Outlook, January 26, 1907. Sixty quatrains made what she calls an astonishing testimonial of regard.
Colonel Higginson, who presided most charmingly, read many of these tributes aloud, and the Birthday Queen responded in a rhyme scribbled hastily the day before.
Here are a few of the tributes, together with her reply :--
Eistedfodd each bard of Wales, who roams the kingdom o'er each year salutes his chief with stanzas four; behold us here, each bearing verse in hand to greet the four-leaved clover of our band.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson.
Five O'Clock with the Immortals the sisters three who spin our fate greet Julia Ward, who comes quite late; how Greek wit flies!
they scream with glee, drop thread and shears, and make the tea.
E. H. Clement.
if man could change the universe by force of epigrams in verse, He'd smash some ido