In the country it is a common thing to see sheep grazing in churchyards, but in London, by the account of the Bishop, the same pastures afford food to the shepherds. To the eye of chemists—who are ghost-seers—for ghost and gas "are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations"—what a picture is presented by a metropolitan incumbent praying at his reading desk against pestilence with the cause of it steaming up all around him in the shape of sulphuretted hydrogen, for the generation of which he is principally responsible! By all means give the intramural clergy compensation for the loss they may sustain by extramural cemeteries, though the poor innkeepers did not get any when their businesses were destroyed by the railroads. Let them be compensated even at the Bishop's estimate, which he says he "prevailed upon Mr. Corfield" to adopt, viz., 2s. 6d. for the open ground and 6s. 6d. for the brick graves. Canterbury Registrars and fat pluralists will cut up one of these days sufficiently well to supply the needful: in the mean time let the convives of the earthworm feed without the walls.
THE BRIDLE ROADS.
We see a book advertised under the title of "The Bridle Roads of Spain." We know very little about Spain, but can inform our fair readers (we mean the ladies) that the Great Bridal Roads of England are:—St. George's, Hanover Square, and Gretna Green.
Cobden. "WHO HAS THE DONKEY'S EARS, NOW?"
[Mr. Punch answers the question.]