As not unusual in our Isle's December!
Prince. "The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold."
I feel it, Punch, through all my Russian sables,
Though I'm from Muscovy.
Mr. Punch. What met you there, Sir?
Prince (promptly). "Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation!"
Mr. Punch (applauding). Most aptly quoted, Sir! The happiest "lift,"
From him the ever applicable bard,
I've met this many a moon.
Prince. Glad to be back