By the fête and the soirée,
And the costly déjeuner,
By your plate and ormulu,
Let your tradesmen get their due:
Just a word before you go—
Pay, oh! pay us what you owe.
Punch, July 31, 1847.
“The figure advances upon me, flourishing its umbrella in the most deadly manner.
I discover it to be a man—a creature with a long clerically-cut coat, a white linen stock—a creature with its hair parted down the middle to make the most of an inch-and-a-quarter of forehead—a young—a very young ritualist priest.