And they pillaged and plundered me there as well:
I went to the Recreative ditto,
My Stars and Garters!—wasn't I bit—oh!
All my Eye and Beate Martin.
The humbug of the Holy Eye-water at Salette has been recently exposed very efficiently; but we are told the Bishop of Grenoble has adopted it, because, to use a legal expression, it "runs with the surplice." We can but express our astonishment that such eye-water should be necessary to make a Bishop ('s) see.
A Petrified Luncheon.
"Mr. Punch,—The periodical review of the uses and abuses of English Hotels having commenced, I beg leave to state that there is a small, unpretending hostelry at Matlock Baths, where the luncheon (price 2s.) supplied is invariably made up of bits of loins of mutton, and leavings of ribs of beef, all—in honour of the locality—duly petrified. Last week I managed to chip off and swallow a bit of a joint, and I verily believe have been troubled with the stone ever since. (Price 2s.!)
Yours,