Mr. Blatchford on the match-tax:—
"In this insidious manipulation of the thin end of the Tory wedge do we not perceive the cloven hoof of the serpent casting its shadow before?"—Weekly Dispatch.
No; all we see is Mr. Blatchford laboriously trying to emulate Sir Boyle Roche.
Tommy. "I went to a place a bit further down the road for supper last night. I don't go there again."
Lady Muriel Beltravers-Montmorency. "Oh, what's the matter with it?"