me no nets, Bring yourself at once To your logical conclusion, And next time I call upon you For Shelley, Sell him to me, As you appear to sell "Temporal Power." By the pound Avoirdupois. 

 

 

   TO THE DECEASED WIFE'S SISTER 

 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 ——, And I would not marry you To save myself from boiling oil. If I had wanted you I could have had you in the beginning. And if I had married you The wife of my bosom Would have been aunt to her own children, as it were. And in the event of your demise She would also have been My deceased wife's sister— Which is at once inconsequential and peculiar. A man cannot marry his deceased wife's sister Till she is dead. This is quite wrong. In my humble opinion It is also quite right. Anyway, we will close this parenthesis With the usual sign, And proceed along the primrose path Of business) As I have already remarked In my usual quaint way, A man cannot marry His deceased wife's sister Until she is dead. (By "she" of course I mean the man's wife.) The bishops declare That he cannot marry her anyhow (By "he" I mean the man, And by "her" of course The bishops mean The man's deceased wife's sister. I desire to be explicit on these points In order that we may avoid Ambiguity.) Well, my dear deceased wife's sister (Always remembering that Mrs. —— is still alive), What is your view of matters? Do you really wish to marry me or not? Have you any opinions about Lord Hugh Cecil? If so, Kindly state them. Was he or was he not justified in demanding On Wednesday night That the word "Shame" Be put upon the record? If so, why not? If not, why so? My dear deceased wife's sister, Do not let us get confused. Let us clear our minds of Cecil. After all is said You are the Auntie of my children, And the great-niece of my wife's great-uncle, Not to say the sister-in-law of my children's father. Come along, Here are ducats, A ring, And a Canadian parson, Let us get married at once. Of course it is so sudden. It always is. And we have forgotten about Mrs. —— We always do. But I tell you here and now, And in good set terms, My dear deceased wife's sister, That if I wish to marry Either you or any more of your mother's daughters (Which Heaven forbid), I shall go to Canada or Australia And marry 'em. 

 

 

   TO THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER 

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