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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Public Waste</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walpole talks of &quot;a man and his price.&quot;<br>List to a ditty queer --<br>The sale of a Deputy-Acting-Vice-<br>Resident-Engineer,<br>Boug ht like a bullock, hoof and hide,<br>By the Little Tin Gods on the Mountain Side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass<br>That only a Colonel from Chatham can manage the Railways of State,<br>Because of the gold on his breeks, and the subjects wherein he must pass;<br>Because in all matters that deal not with Railways his knowledge is great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Exeter Battleby Tring had laboured from boyhood to eld<br>On the Lines of the East and the West, and eke of the North and South;<br>Many Lines had he built and surveyed -- important the posts which he held;<br>And the Lords of the Iron Horse were dumb when he opened his mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black as the raven his garb, and his heresies jettier still --<br>Hinting that Railways required lifetimes of study and knowledge --<br>Never clanked sword by his side -- Vauban he knew not nor drill --<br>Nor was his name on the list of the men who had passed through the &quot;College.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore the Little Tin Gods harried their little tin souls,<br>Seeing he came not from Chatham, jingled no spurs at his heels,<br>Knowing that, nevertheless, was he first on the Government rolls<br>For the billet of &quot;Railway Instructor to Little Tin Gods on Wheels.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Letters not seldom they wrote him, &quot;having the honour to state,&quot;<br>It would be better for all men if he were laid on the shelf.<br>Much would accrue to his bank-book, an he consented to wait<br>Until the Little Tin Gods built him a berth for himself,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Special, well paid, and exempt from the Law of the Fifty and Five,<br>Even to Ninety and Nine&quot; -- these were the terms of the pact:<br>Thus did the Little Tin Gods (lon may Their Highnesses thrive!)<br>Silence his mouth with rupees, keeping their Circle intact;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Appointing a Colonel from Chatham who managed the Bhamo State Line<br>(The wich was on mile and one furlong -- a guaranteed twenty-inch gauge),<br>So Exeter Battleby Tring consented his claims to resign,<br>And died, on four thousand a month, in the ninetieth year of his age!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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List to a ditty queer --
The sale of a Deputy-Acting-Vice-
Resident-Engineer,
Boug ht like a bullock, hoof and hide,
By the Little Tin Gods on the Mountain Side.


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