And our brandies-and-waters be mingled in peace.
J. R. G.
From Hints to Freshmen in the University of Oxford.
(J. Vincent, Oxford.)
Metropolitan Melodies.
There’s not in the wide world an odour less sweet
Than the stench that’s exhaled where the Thames’ waters meet!
Oh, the last sense of smelling my nostrils must close,
Ere the stench of those waters offends not my nose!
Vile scent of Thamesis, howe’er can I rest,