Punch . e to the hair-dressers bill). No, Mamma, its last Seasonshair. * Madame. Malheureuse ! Tu te baignes dans tes cheveux !Mademoiselle. Non, Maman—ce sont les cheveux de Tannee paasee. Putting Up and Putting Down. Ailments are bad, but worse, too oft, are cures. We raised a Board of Works to put down sewers; The sewers they have put down, Thwaites and his Turks— And now tis who 11 put down the Board of Works ? Self-Complacency in Plush. Ha ! exclaimed Mr. John Thomas, standing with his coat-tailsdrawn forwards and his back to the kitchen-fire, Ive heerd a gooddeal about the cattle complai
Punch . e to the hair-dressers bill). No, Mamma, its last Seasonshair. * Madame. Malheureuse ! Tu te baignes dans tes cheveux !Mademoiselle. Non, Maman—ce sont les cheveux de Tannee paasee. Putting Up and Putting Down. Ailments are bad, but worse, too oft, are cures. We raised a Board of Works to put down sewers; The sewers they have put down, Thwaites and his Turks— And now tis who 11 put down the Board of Works ? Self-Complacency in Plush. Ha ! exclaimed Mr. John Thomas, standing with his coat-tailsdrawn forwards and his back to the kitchen-fire, Ive heerd a gooddeal about the cattle complaint, but am appy to say it avent yetattacked my calves. ANOTHER BLOW AT THE CHURCH. What! The Archbtshops of Canterbury and York to be nolonger Trustees of the British Museum!This is what comes of Essays and Reviews, Rationalism, and Colenso ! The Allies of Spain in her war against her South-American Ex-dependencies.—Block-ade and Rhodomont-ade. 62 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [Fbbbuaby 10, MILITARY MANOEUVRE. Captain Havanner {to Old Gent, who looks as if he would object to Smoking). Beg pardon, would you object to Change tourCarriage? Lady here—Large Family—Lots op Luggage—Young Children—Eldest Boy just through the Measles—BabyTeething Old Gent (with alacrity). Oh, certainly ! certainly ! [Has the satisfaction of seeing the Lady still on the Platform when the Train starts, while the Captain has the Carriage to himself. THE BOLD GOVERNOR EYRE AND THE BULLSOF EXETER HALL. (A Song for the Streets.) On the right of the Strand, as you walk to the West,The street of all London the finest and best,You11 see a Greek word on a portico tall:The building behind it is Exeter Hall. There people resort to hear spouters abuseMahommedans, Catholics, Pagans, and Jews,Ex-drunkards talk cant, Irish clergymen brawl,And fanatics howl nonsense in Exeter Hall. The victim, just now, of its blather and blare,Is a brave British gentleman, Governor Eyre,Who, for saving Jamaica
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