So monstrous a marvel I do not remember!
Here, put away bag, gun, and cartridges!
Bring in a cider-cup—iced. My dear boy,
Sport, at midsummer heat, who can really enjoy,
By Jove! It will roast the young partridges!"
"A hundred and nine! Nay, a hundred and ten!
By Jove, it will melt off the point of my pen!!!"
The editor howled in his snuggery.
The dandy in shirt-sleeves sat down to his dinner.
The City Police grew perceptibly thinner,