The shrine of my saint, and the throne of a Guelph!
No Liverpool rivals would dare to compare
Their stale bric-à-brac with my cane-bottom’d chair.
And oft in the twilight my fancy would see
My Prince in that seat sitting smiling at me!—
O sexton, kind sexton, give heed to my prayer,
And take all I have for that cane-bottom’d chair!
——:o:——
THE KING OF YVETOT.
There was a King of Yvetot,