WHERE MARRIAGES ARE MADE.
The application for a licence to marry at St. George's, Albemarle Street, made by the Jeune Premier, Q.C., on behalf of the Rev. Dr. Ker Gray, was opposed by Canon Capel Cure, of St. George's, Hanover Square, the Hymeneal Temple par excellence of the Metropolis. Dr. Tristram, with traditional Shandyan caution, said he would "take time to consider his decision." Should Dr. Time be adverse to the opponents, then will the Minister with the sad-dog name of "Ker Gray" become the Canon's bête noire. If the decision be t'other way, then Ker Gray may twit the Canon with being "a regular Cure," and might compose a chant on the old lines of
"A Cure, a Cure, a Cure, a Cure,
Oh isn't he a Cure!"
While the Canon could retaliate with a parody on "Old Dog Tray."
"The chapel's far too near,
But p'raps another year
May put a stop to old Ker Gray."
In the meantime, the affair being sub (Punch-and-) judice, we refrain from further comment, and wish luck to both Reverend Gentlemen.