With their own tea on a par,
I wonder what they think of
The British T-a-r.
This fact, Celestial Emperor,
From experience we may know,
If amongst the quick we leave you,
You will leave us—to the sloe.
"Very good indeed, Euphemius;" cried Miss Dibsley, with a slight yawn; "capital; if you live long enough I haven't a doubt that you'll cut a very pretty figure as a poet in the pages of the Stoke Poges Gazette, or Wormwood Scrubbs and Bullock-Smithey Register."
