. Punch . scine,Where the cannons lour from the embrasure, And the gunners shrink and screen :And heard high oer the great guns roar, The crack of the fusillade,Is blent with the fall of shattered wall, Or bastion prostrate laid. For months and months the leagured town, Hath sat in want and woe—With fear within and fire without, And Death on-creeping slow;Till food is spent, and Fever comes, And strikes its victims down ;And strong mens curses dog the King, For whom they hold the town;And starving mothers at his door Fling down their babies dead;And orphaned children lay the blood Of fathers o
. Punch . scine,Where the cannons lour from the embrasure, And the gunners shrink and screen :And heard high oer the great guns roar, The crack of the fusillade,Is blent with the fall of shattered wall, Or bastion prostrate laid. For months and months the leagured town, Hath sat in want and woe—With fear within and fire without, And Death on-creeping slow;Till food is spent, and Fever comes, And strikes its victims down ;And strong mens curses dog the King, For whom they hold the town;And starving mothers at his door Fling down their babies dead;And orphaned children lay the blood Of fathers on his head. And mutiny folds stubborn arms, Nor gives back blow for blow;And so perforce he strikes the flag Dishonoured long ago:And through the blood and through the wreck, His young Queen at his side,The last Italian Bourbon goes In sullen scowling pride—Unblessed, unloved, no hand grasps his, No heart laments his fall!—Sic Exit Bombalino ! Sic Exeant Tyrants all! Licensed Wittlees.—The PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI [February 23, 1861. FROZEN LAWYERS. ind gentlemen, have you ere aSix-and-Eightpence to bestow-on a poor half-siarved client-less solicitor, for Ive a wifeat home, kind gentlemen, andhalf a dozen children, and myeldest boys at Eton, and ifbusiness keeps so slack, I shantbe able to afford to completehis education, to say nothingof my daughters who are beingtaught at home, and who everyyear are costing more for crino-line and schooling, and theresmy wife, kind gentlemen, shevows I havent given her a newbonnet these six weeks, andshe says my cheques for house-keeping have been so few andfar between that she has morethan once been forced to useher pinmoney for puddings, andshe declares its only stinginessthat makes me keep her shortof money, and she protestsshes not been taken to thetheatre these three months, andif I wasnt a solicitor shedsummon me for cruelty, butshe says she knows Sir Cress-well wouldnt hurt a brotherlawyer, and so of course ther
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