"Her breath is like ambergris; she hath rubies and pearls, and jacinths, and heaps of red gold in the consols."
This is sterling affection if you like. There are few Englishmen who could keep a flame burning for thirty days.
When all these things are worked out, it will be time to begin agitating for that great moral change, the introduction of Polygamy into England. If true-born Britons are to be forced still to continue monogamists, what, we would ask, is to become of the surplus lady population? Either they must be induced to emigrate in a body to the Grand Sultan, or an act must be passed to make bigamy according to law. Something must be done for as matters are at present our wives are just one too many for us.
"THE GOOD OLD TIMES."
The "good old times" are past, my boys,
The "good old times" are past,
And, if it's true what Hist'ry says,
It's lucky we live in other days
Than the "good times" past;
Then the Noble's might was the only right,