'VE read in many a novel, that, unless they've
souls that grovel,
Folks prefer, in fact, a hovel
to your dreary marble halls.
C. S. Calverley, Fly Leaves.
ARRIAGE is a Bishop, choral service, Messrs. Hancock, and Brussels lace.
Anna C. Steele.
OW beautifully blue the sky,
The glass is rising very high,
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday;
To-morrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain);
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
W. S. Gilbert, Pirates of Penzance.