Gregory, remember thy swashing blow."
The Honourable Member's "blow" will be had where—
"The spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle.
And no one ever sneezes,
Or feels a touch of bile."
Such will be the Gregorian Chant for some time to come. A pleasant exile, and a safe return, are Mr. Punch's sweet wishes to him who departeth for Candy.
UN MONSIEUR SMITH.
Among the news of the other day appeared the following:—