Or, Conversation as she is spoken at the Haymarket.
The Disciple. Ah, that supper after the Theatre! It was the unspeakable following the unplayable. I feel so seedy!
The Master. Nay, but have I not told you that the two letters to follow "X. S." are "S. and B.?" And you have yourself said that "Soda and Brandy is the last refuge of the—digestion."
The Disciple. Hang it! I can survive everything—except the cast-off clothes of my own epigrams,—or, by the bye, death.
[Exit from this life, to prove it.
Mem. on the Behring-Sea Business.
A Forty-hours' speech by magniloquent Carter!
That Behring Tribunal has caught a Tartar!
Whatever the upshot one cannot but feel
'Tis a fine illustration of "Say and Seal!"
Though Bunsby might say of this lengthy oration,
"The Behring will lie in the application."