That “strain” again; as the Poor-law Commissioner generously said to the water-gruel sieve.
I paid very dear for my whistle; as the steam-engine emphatically said to the railroad.
Peel for ever! as the church bells joyously said to Conservative hearts.
There is at present a man in New York whose temper is so exceedingly hot that he invariably reduces all his shirts to tinder.
PUNCH’S THEATRE.
THE MAID OF HONOUR.
The Adelphi “Correspondent from Paris” has favoured that Theatre with an adaptation of Scribe’s “Verre d’Eau,” which he has called “The Maid of Honour.”