Would have laughed but for good breeding.

"Best join me," he cried, "Old Chappie!

IBSEN read, be free, and happy!

Who'll buy your love-knots?

Who'll buy your love-knots?

Have a spree—all shackles scorning,

Come! We won't go home till morning!'"


A BACONIAN THEORY;

OR, TRYING IT ON.