UTTERLY UNWORTHY OF A GENTLEMAN.
[The subject of dress in particular will form the subject of our next chapter.]
IF I HAD A THOUSAND A-YEAR.
A BACHELOR’S LYRIC.
If I had a thousand a-year,
(How my heart at the bright vision glows!)
I should never be crusty or queer,
But all would be couleur de rose.
I’d pay all my debts, though outré,