3 October 1888
KEEPER MATTHEWS.--"P'RAPS IF YOU WAS TO SHOOT A LITTLE STRAIGHTER SIR---"
SIR CHARLES.--"DON'T TALK TO ME; IT'S THE WIND, AND THE GUN'S WRONG, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU'RE ALWAYS GETTING IN THE WAY."
WHEN a sportsman goes out
So when Warren (Sir Charles)
|But whosever the miss
And whatever is said,
One is certain of this--
That a criminal's fled.
THE active and intelligent officers of our unrivalled detective force
are still searching for the address of the Whitechapel murderer, who
daily shows his address by his skill in concealing it.
TIME was when we sneered at the foreigner's way
But now, here in England, where once e'en the
All this being thus--certain shops may be found
How long shall this loathesome hell-brood be allowed