Or, Le Monde où l'on s'ennuie.
["Now that the pageantry and the social stir evoked by the presence of the Imperial guests are over, there are few who will care to prolong the dreary and disappointing existence either of the Season or of the Session."—The Times.]
Jeames loquitur:—
Ya-a-a-w! Yes, young man, you've 'it it there, penny-a-liner as you may be,
And knowing, probably, no more about hus than a coster's baby;
But dull it 'as been, and no kid, and dreary, too, and disappinting;
Is it this Sosherlistic rot Society is so disjinting,
The Hinfluenza, or Hard Times, them Hirish, or wotever is it?
I couldn't 'ave 'eld on at all, I'm sure, but for the HEMP'ROR's visit.
Ya-a-a-w! 'Ang it, 'ow I've got the gapes! Bring us a quencher, you young Buttons!