You'll see green people there.
IV.
King DEATH no longer drenches
With "coal-black wine" his throttle.
But slakes the drouth of his awful mouth
With pulls at the _absinthe_ bottle.
V.
And why should we repine
At the poison that's in his cup,
Since the fools we can spare are everywhere
And "_ab_" will use them up?
VI.
Then heigh! for the wormwood shrub.
And ho! for the sea-green liquor
That softens the brain to sillybub
And turns the blood to ichor!
* * * * *
GRAIN ELEVATORS.
Rye cocktails.
* * * * *
ODD REQUEST.
Bishop Potter having forbidden the celebration of the Holy Communion
privately at St. Sacrament Mission, when a priest is the only
communicant, it seems that Father BEADLEY "has asked for the _formation
of thirty persons_, one of whom shall commune with him each day."
When Father B.'s thirty communing persons are fully "formed," we should
like to take a look at them. We should expect to find that a new race is
started at last. This would be disagreeable news to Professor DARWIN,
but there are plenty of other and rival Professors who would be
delighted at the phenomenon.
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