They sadly repeat, and most sternly expose.
Truth. August 13, 1885.
The Limited Monarch.
“Her Majesty’s ship Monarch, having then continued on her course at a speed of barely eight knots an hour, finally, when she was distant from Malta fully 250 miles, came to a dead stop, and broke down.”
I’m the Monarch of all I survey,
And Brassey the fact won’t dispute,
For here I’ve been sticking all day
Like some waterlogged sea-going brute!
O Cheeseparing, where are the charms