Though you were of proportions regal,
You hardly helped me to look legal.
A Triumph in Cookery.—When the Cook makes a hash of the marrow-bones.
"He is a Mann, take him for all in all, We never want to look upon his like again." (Shakspeare adapted).—It is said he is going to join the Ministry—not the Cabinet—but that of the Established Church. But how will so independent a spirit ever submit to "take orders" from an Archbishop? This is to reduce himself from a Mann to a Mannikin. Not likely.
Up to Date Translation.—"Qu'est-ce qu'il y a sur le tapis?" asked the Frenchman. "You mean 'what's on the tape?'" returned the Englishman.