Into town—into country—wherever you rush
Nothing to-day but ineffable slush:
Bedraggled merino, and velvet, and plush,
Trail through the swamps of ineffable slush.
The Globe. January, 28, 1886.
That Beautiful Kiss.
When Madame Patti was in St. Louis, U.S., in 1884, the then Governor, Mr. T. T. Crittenden, called upon her, and during some playful badinage, he kissed her. The newspapers got hold of the story and humourously enlarged upon it, one of them published the following parody, wickedly ascribing it to the Governor:—
Oh, that kiss! that beautiful kiss!
Filling and thrilling my lips with its bliss;
Reaching ’way down to the depths of my soul,