“‘I’ve a ladder—Jacob’s ladder—
one good ’eave and up yer go.
Men are mad, but God is madder—’
Meaning? ‘Ow am I ter know?’
“Laughing, singing, dancing, mumming—
looking soft and sly behind ’im,
‘Are yer coming? Aren’t yer coming?’
Damn ’is eyes—I’m off to find ’im.”
“There is a good deal,” remarked the publisher, “to be said for Prohibition.”