THE GRAND OLD HAT.
When this old hat was new,
('Tis not so many years,)
My followers did not view
My course with doubts and fears.
Chamberlain then would praise,
And Henry James was true;
Ah! this was in the days
When this old hat was new.
When this old hat was new
My head was smaller—yes!
Now I'd have much ado
To get it on, I guess.
The cause I cannot tell,
I only know 'tis true;
My head has seemed to swell
Since this old hat was new.
Perhaps, as some maintain,
My cranium may have grown,
Owing to stretch of brain,
Or thickening of bone.
"The hat has shrunk?" Eh? What?
That nonsense will not do!
My head has grown, a lot,
Since this old hat was new.
What Tyndall dares to call,
In wrath, my "traitorous" head,
Is "growing still," that's all;
(Of "Marian" this was said)
My cranial vertex flat?
Pah! Tories may pooh-pooh;
I wore a smaller hat
When this old hat was new!
The New Bishop of Durham.—Westcott and,—no, Bishops don't wear them—so His Reverend Lordship will be known as "Westcott and Apron."