LOVELY CHEESE! OR, A WELSH RARE-BIT.
Air—"Lovely Night." Dissenting Anti-Church Mice sing:—
Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese!
To Church Mice thou art most dear,
But do please, but do please
Let us also share thy cheer:
For though our "freedom" gladsome seems,
Too oft it brings poor fare alone;
But aided by what haunts our dreams,
How many joys Church Mice have known!
Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese!
Long we've yearned to draw more near
To the ease, toothsome ease,
Of the dwellers in thy sphere!
Lovely cheese! Lovely cheese!
When a mouse thy cover nears,
Growling fit his heart to freeze,
Some keen-claw'd (Church) cat appears.
But now—that knife portends a boon;
Monopoly slice by slice 'twill slay.
We, too, may get—let it be soon!—
Our bit of cheese, some day, some day!
Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese!
When that cover's lifted clear,
With what ease, with what ease
We poor mice may share Church cheer!
There was a feeling of uncertainty in the House of Commons last Wednesday, as to what should be taken to constitute "A Religious Body." Not to go harking back to the Rev. Sydney Smith's definition of "a Corporation"—which, without speaking it profanely, cannot be here quoted without offending eyes polite,—one may say that "A Religious Body" is a contradiction in terms. It is simply "A Soul-less Thing."
"What's the name of that German Beer?" asked Mrs. R., "I rather think it is Pil-sen-ner. It sounds to me more like medicine."