An' I had ma Michaelmas denner the saäme—an' a arty good denner he wur!
Sat down coompany, tew—fur I cudn't ha' done without her!
What did we maäke a meäl on? (Shamefaced confusion here, expressed by scratching the head.) Well,—happen thee'll think me a haäss—
But I'll tell 'ee: (with candour) I dined wi Minty on the stooffin' an happle saäss!
(Retire without ostentation, to have your jaw set at the nearest Surgeon's.)
Scarcely Worth While.—For some personal remarks on the Prince of Wales, utterly gratuitous and in the worst possible taste, the P. M. G., as we hear, has been dropped by the Service Clubs, and subsequently by the Turf. As a mark of strong disapprobation this was right enough, but if it was intended as a punishment which would inflict loss, we are inclined to think such boycotting may have had exactly the contrary effect. How happy was Thackeray's title "The Pall Mall Gazette written by gentlemen for gentlemen!" If it is not so now, what have we got in-Stead?
Philosophy at the Popping Crease.
"The glorious uncertainty?" why, to be sure