Chutney. Somebody has been "selling" you. BABOO BRAHMIN CHUNDER SEN is not a relation of HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

Sculp. Is it in your power to give the proportions of a perfect human figure?

Answer. Your question implies a doubt of the genius of a great American Sculptor. It is in our Power. Look at his figure of the Greek Slave.

Richard III. My friends think that I have a decided talent for the stage. How can I be fitted for it?

Answer. By a theatrical costumer. Pay great attention to "Measure for Measure."

Debrett. Who were the Knight's Companions of the Bath?

Answer. Towels and Soap.


'Tis true the Empire's Capital, the centre of authority,
Went against me in a fit of Red Republican romance;
But the Provinces in rolling up their glorious majority
Have proved, despite of precedents, that Paris is not France.
Self-contained and unembarrassed, I awaited at the Tuileries
The issue, for I trusted the Nation's Common Sense;
And although the rowdy Faubourgs tried a few of their Tom-fooleries,
My soldiers soon let light into each trumpery defence.
I smile in cold contempt at the Old-time Barricade tricks--
Each street, did I so order, were a cannon-swept defile,
I've bound Fortune to my Chariot, and defying all her jade tricks,
More in pity that in anger hear the roar of the Canaille.
The Drapeau Rouge is down--HUGO, BLANC and LEDRU ROLLIN
Are as harmless as three kittens with their teeth and talons drawn;
And now my own loved France, with returns from every poll in,
I bid thee hail of Liberty the true and genial dawn.
Though the Left's intemperate oracles, political and clerical,
Deny there's force or purpose in the People's mighty "Aye!"
They stultify their principles, for by ordeal numerical
Their Creed declares all policy should either live or die.
To France I said, "My Country, behold I freely tender thee
All swords e'er won for freedom in the ages long ago,
All prerogatives that clash with it I offer to surrender thee,
Wilt take or spurn the guerdon? prithee, answer 'yes' or 'no.'"
She has answered, France has answered, in thunderings articulate,
From the Alps and either Seaboard, to the Pyrenees, the Rhine;
And though a horde of demagogues may bellow and gesticulate,
They know this is a victory of the PEOPLE'S RIGHT DIVINE.