But nothing could be done, because the matter had passed into the hands of the civil power.
And, all things taken into consideration, it was just as well that they had.
THE BALLAD OF DEPARTED PIPPINS.
(Some Way after Villon and Rossetti.)
Tell me, now, where has it departed,
That fine old apple, the Ribstone Pippin,
The rosy-coated, and juicy-hearted,
I loved, when a "nipper," my teeth to slip in?
