It's two to one two won when you
Were married.
And thus henceforward may you do;
By life's rough storms be never harried,
Together face them all now you
Are married.
More Anglomania!
[M. Félix Faure, having gone out into the garden at about six o'clock in the evening, was making for the door leading to his private apartments, when he was stopped by a sentinel. The President could not give the pass-word, and was accordingly marched off to the Elysée guard-room, where he was fortunately recognised.—Daily Paper.]
That Gallic statesmen rather like