My JAYNE, my JAYNE, my Bishop JAYNE,
O never, never more be sly,
You'll meet, you'll meet with no green even in
This correspondent's eye.
"Charge, CHESTER, charge." Do what you th-i-nk
Your di-o-cese will stand.
But do not, do not stain with i-n-k
Your Gothenburgian hand.
So JAYNE, my JAYNE, my petty JAYNE,
O never, never more be sly.
You'll meet, you'll meet with no green even in
This correspondent's eye.
[Footnote: * See recent letters and article in _Times_ within the last
fortnight.]
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"TO ROME FOR SIXTEEN GUINEAS."--The travellers, it is announced, will
be "lectured by the Bishop of PETERBOROUGH and Mr. OSCAR BROWNING."
What a delightful prospect for a pleasant trip! Fancy being lectured
all the way as to what to eat, drink, and avoid, on comportment and
deportment, on smoking, on registration of baggage, on economy, etc.,
etc., by a Bishop and one of the OSCAR'S. O what a time they will have
of it!
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