What with Tennis, and one thing and t'other,
We're prettier than ever all round;
I'm nearly as strong as my brother,
Tall, straight, nimble, healthy, and sound.
And as to my teeth!—you don't know them,
Or else you have told what's not true;
You'd retract, were I only to show them,
And I feel I could show them—at you!
Evident.—In drinking the health of the Italian Parliament, the Toast of the evening ought to be,—as indeed every Toast when well done ought to be,—"Crispi."