[After a few hours' more climbing, they reach the summit of the Matterhorn.
Prof. Tyndall. Sorry to leave you, but you see I only promised to take you up, not to see you safe down again. Ta, ta! I may as well mention that I consider you a "ubiquitous blast-furn——"
[Disappears suddenly over the edge.
Mr. Gladstone. Dear me! what dreadful language! And he appears to have cut the rope! He must be a Separatist, after all! If it were Pitt, now, I should call his conduct rather "base and blackguardly." Perhaps I shall meet the "Professor at the Tea-Table"—at Zermatt!
[Descends cautiously.
THE BURGLAR'S BACK.[1]
"Lord Esher is greatly concerned about the probable condition of a burglar's back after a couple of floggings."—Times.
Air—"Those Evening Bells."
The burglar's back, the burglar's back!