(AIR--"_The Low-backed Car._")
I rather like that Car, Sir,
'Tis easy for a ride.
But gold galore
May mean strife and gore.
If 'tis stained with greed and pride.
Though its comforts are delightful,
And its cushions made with taste,
There's a spectre sits beside me
That I'd gladly fly in haste--
As I ride in the Pullman Car;
And echoes of wrath and war,
And of Labour's mad cheers,
Seem to sound in my ears
As I ride in the Pullman Car!
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QUEER QUERIES.--"SCIENCE FALSELY SO CALLED."--What is this talk at the
British Association about a "new gas"? Isn't the old good enough? My
connection--as a shareholder--with one of our leading gas companies,
enables me to state authoritatively that no new gas is required by the
public. I am surprised that a nobleman like Lord RAYLEIGH should even
attempt to make such a thoroughly useless, and, indeed, revolutionary
discovery. It is enough to turn anyone into a democrat at once. And what
was Lord SALISBURY, as a Conservative, doing, in allowing such a subject
to be mooted at Oxford? Why did he not at once turn the new gas off at
the meter?