,
And peace on earth to gentle men.
My song, save this, is little worth;
I lay the weary pen aside,
And wish you health, and love, and mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmas tide.
As fits the holy Christmas birth,
Be this, good friends, our carol still--Be peace on earth, be
peace on earth,
To men of gentle will.
* C. B., ob. Dec. 1843, aet. 42.
THE KICKLEBURYS ON THE RHINE.
BY MR. M. A. TITMARSH
PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION:
BEING AN ESSAY ON THUNDER AND SMALL BEER.
Any reader who may have a fancy to purchase a copy of this present
edition of the "History of the Kickleburys Abroad," had best be warned
in time, that the Times newspaper does not approve of the work, and has
but a bad opinion both of the author and his readers. Nothing can be
fairer than this statement: if you happen to take up the poor little
volume at a railroad station, and read this sentence, lay the book down,
and buy something else. You are warned. What more can the author say? If
after this you WILL buy,--amen! pay your money, take your book, and
fall to. Between ourselves, honest reader, it is no very strong potation
which the present purveyor offers to you. It will not trouble your head
much in the drinking. It was intended for that sort of negus which
is offered at Christmas parties and of which ladies and children may
partake with refreshment and cheerfulness. Last year I tried a brew
which was old, bitter, and strong; and scarce any one would drink it.
This year we send round a milder tap, and it is liked by customers:
though the critics (who like strong ale, the rogues!) turn up their
noses. In heaven's name, Mr. Smith, serve round the liquor to the
gentle-folks. Pray, dear madam, another glass; it is Christmas time,
it will do you no harm. It is not intended to keep long, this sort of
drink. (Come, froth up, Mr. Publisher, and pass quickly round!) And as
for the professional gentlemen, we must get a stronger sort for THEM
some day.
The Times' gentleman (a very difficult gent to please) is the
loudest and noisiest of all, and has made more hideous faces over
the refreshment offered to him than any other critic. There is no use
shirking this statement! when a man has been abused in the Times, he
can't hide it, any more than he could hide the knowledge of his having
been committed to prison by Mr. Henry, or publicly caned in Pall Mall.
You see it in your frie
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