Yet people dare to say that when a soap I recommend,
It’s not because I merely wish the maker to befriend;
And that when I am photographed (in somewhat scant attire),
’Tis not twelve copies for myself alone that I require.
Chorus.—Yet we’re are a happy familee, &c.
Truth, Christmas Number. 1884.
A Lay of the Law.
The Crusted Old Bencher sings.
We are a Corporation rich, with coffers filled with gold;