Battle steamers will, perhaps, in one sense of the word, be correctly denominated Navy tailors, in consequence of cutting out men of war.
"Oh!! Look'ee here, Sir, here's a warm long enough to last you a fortnight."
OUR HONEYMOON.
WEDNESDAY—MAY 29, 18—.
"Now, my dear Fred—if I could only feel certain you were quite ashamed of yourself, you don't know how comfortable I should be? Call yourself a Christian, and going out murdering people!" I couldn't help saying as much: no, quite the reverse.
"But nobody's hurt," said Fred, laughing. "Besides, now we're the best friends in the world."