We were all sore and broken and keen on sleep, Tumours and hearts and dropsies, there we lay, Weary of night and wearier of day, With no more health in us than rotten sheep....
My dear Sir William Harcourt, - (I have not time to get up your other distinguished names, So that you must please excuse the plain Sir William), My dear Sir William, do you ever survey the Liberal party,...
My dear Deceased Wife's Sister, - (The wife of my bosom being still happily amongst us, The above, As the learned might say, Is a misnomer. You, on the other hand, Are a Miss - - ,...
My dear Sir, - I suppose you are having an excellent time just now. There are a large number of counties In England and Scotland, And I am not acquainted with one of them Wherein your bang-bang...