Your di-o-cese will stand.
But do not, do not stain with i-n-k
Your Gothenburgian hand.
So Jayne, my Jayne, my petty Jayne,
O never, never more be sly.
You'll meet, you'll meet with no green even in
This correspondent's eye.
[*] See recent letters and article in Times within the last fortnight.
"To Rome for Sixteen Guineas."—The travellers, it is announced, will be "lectured by the Bishop of Peterborough and Mr. Oscar Browning." What a delightful prospect for a pleasant trip! Fancy being lectured all the way as to what to eat, drink, and avoid, on comportment and deportment, on smoking, on registration of baggage, on economy, etc., etc., by a Bishop and one of the Oscar's. O what a time they will have of it!