Punch . , Lady Jane Gbey (1 prefer the pale face from theBodleian to Loed Spencees buxom damsel) and Sib Thomas Browne,Izaak Walton and Bishop Fisheb, John Bunyan and Loed Coen-buby, Abbott and Monk, Whitelocke and Gbeenhill, Gardinerand Taylor, Butler and Coke, Bradshaw and Murray, old RobertBurton, with his Anatomy of Melancholy, and Dr. Glisson, whosecadaverous face indicates the melancholy of anatomy, Babeow andCaetwright, Maevell and Strange, Bishop Peaeson, who sprangfrom Snoring, and Venetia Digby, who never awoke from sleeping,Old Pare and Sacchaeissa, who, although she hangs beneath t
Punch . , Lady Jane Gbey (1 prefer the pale face from theBodleian to Loed Spencees buxom damsel) and Sib Thomas Browne,Izaak Walton and Bishop Fisheb, John Bunyan and Loed Coen-buby, Abbott and Monk, Whitelocke and Gbeenhill, Gardinerand Taylor, Butler and Coke, Bradshaw and Murray, old RobertBurton, with his Anatomy of Melancholy, and Dr. Glisson, whosecadaverous face indicates the melancholy of anatomy, Babeow andCaetwright, Maevell and Strange, Bishop Peaeson, who sprangfrom Snoring, and Venetia Digby, who never awoke from sleeping,Old Pare and Sacchaeissa, who, although she hangs beneath thatvenerable eld, cannot be considered below par; Antonio More, andHenry More, and Thomas Mobe, and a thousand more whose meritsmay, perhaps, be summed up in some future number, if you can sparethe space in these Reforming times. I shall postpone the Wars of the Roses until the usual floral conteststake place in the Horticultural Gardens. Mabkham Clinton. 188 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 5, A STUDY. Stodge and ins Friends, Madlake and Blumold, have learnt that their Pictures are hung this Year. So, here they are, looking out for some nice dressy tles for the opening of the academy. ah ! its all very well to liauah, but personal Appearance, and Get-up generally is a very Important Thing now-a-days, mind you ! BRITANNIA TO LORD RUSSELL. Air— John Anderson, my Jo. John Russell, my old friend, John, When we were first acquent,I was sadly out of temper, And had cause for brought in a Reform Bill, My grievances to mend,And 1 rested and was thankful To John Russell, my old friend. John Russell, my old friend, John, Ye mind that shout so shrill,It rang- The Bill, the whole Bill, And nothing but the Bill!My dander then was riz, John, I saw and sought my end,And put up with no half-measures, John Russell, my old friend. Yes—twas nothing but the whole Bill In thirty-two I trow ;Tis| anything but a whole Bill, This Bill you give me though easy abou
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