Mr. B. Tree. "All right, my dear Kemble. Quite true what you say; and, any night I am unable to play, you shall be my double!"
WHIPPED IN VAIN.
(By an M.P. of a Retiring Nature.)
The Whip, he writes to me to-day,
Not, as his wont, in tones pacific,
But in the very strongest way,
And using language quite terrific.
He hopes to see me in my place,
And woe betide the sad seceder,