“Aussi Que Diable Allait-Il Faire Dans Cette Galère?”
Sir—I have read Mr. Bayliss’s letter, and am disarmed. I feel the folly of kicking against the parish pricks. These things are right in The Morning Post. Clapham, by the common.
“V’là ce que c’est, c’est bien fait—
Fallait pas qu’il y aille! fallait pas qu’il y aille!”
And when, one of these days, all traces of history shall, by dint of much turpentine, and more Bayliss, have been effaced from the board that “belongs to us,” I shall be justified, and it will be boldly denied by some dainty student that the delicate butterfly was ever “soiled” in Suffolk Street.
Yours, &c.,