Rome, Rome! Sweet, sweet Rome!
Clericus.
A New Version of an Old Song.
“She had a voice like a siren, and when she sang:—
“Mid play sure, sand pal aces, thoug heam a Rome,
Be it averse, oh! wum bull there, snow play sly comb,
H, arm from thesk eyeseam stew wallow a sheer,
Whitch seek through the whirl disneerm et twithel swear!”
——there wasn’t a dry eye in the Tabernacle; but if the programme hadn’t said, in clear, unmistakable print, that she was going to sing “Home, Sweet Home,” a man might have thought his teeth loose without ever guessing it.”