HEN Tennyson entered the Oxford Theatre to receive his honorary degree of D.C.L., his locks hanging in admired disorder on his shoulders, dishevelled and unkempt, a voice from the gallery was heard crying out to him, "Did your mother call you early, dear?"
J. C. Young, Diary.
A! HA!" he said, "you loathe your ways,
You writhe at these my words of warning,
In agony your hands you raise!"
(And so they did, for they were yawning.)
"Ho! ho!" he cries, "you bow your crests—
My eloquence has set you weeping;
In shame you bend upon your breasts!"
(And so they did, for they were sleeping.)
W. S. Gilbert, Bab Ballads.
OU may safely flatter any woman, from her understanding down to the exquisite taste of her fan.
Lord Chesterfield, Letters to his Son.
ON LADIES' ACCOMPLISHMENTS.