To have a "Cobbler" by my side.
I love all "Cobblers!"—If any best,
The last alone excels the rest;
With each I cry, between my sips too,
"'Tis the sweetest 'Cobbler' I've put my lips to."
ARABIAN NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT.
"ANY ONE FOR EGYPT?—EGYPT!"
Of course we shall have a Railway to Grand Cairo—the London and Great Desert Direct. How the antiquaries will get over this attack upon the very seat of their learning it is impossible to say. Will they stand idly by and not resent this blow levelled at their renowned Sesostris—this slap given to their Cheops?
However, as a matter of course, there will be a continual succession of cheap trips under the influence of Crisp. Every Englishman, who can afford to spend a week and a five-pound note in the pursuit of pleasure, will be sure to go. For in addition to the "Magnificent Scenery," "Free Admission to all the Pyramids," &c. &c., the advertisements will doubtless assure us that in every town at which the train stops, a professor will be engaged, so that whilst the travellers are swallowing their soup, they may be crammed with a complete knowledge of the language of the country—a process which will enable Englishmen to digest Coptic and Oxtail at one and the same time.