Punch . swer, feed the gold-fish. They say, Pooh, botherthe gold-fish. Another Happy Thought.—Dine at four. Query by Every One— Then when are we to lunch? Poser. But whynot a biscuit, and then you can feed the gold-fish ? Happy Thought.—Dine at six, no wasps then, and windows open. Objection.—But you lose the cool of the evening out-of-doors. Happy Thought.—Split the difference, and say five. Then, what isone to do (is the objection) from two till five ? I dont know—feed thegold-fish. Five is settled. ( More Happy Thoughts to follow?) A Plagiarism. We understand that a new version of Mr. Byron
Punch . swer, feed the gold-fish. They say, Pooh, botherthe gold-fish. Another Happy Thought.—Dine at four. Query by Every One— Then when are we to lunch? Poser. But whynot a biscuit, and then you can feed the gold-fish ? Happy Thought.—Dine at six, no wasps then, and windows open. Objection.—But you lose the cool of the evening out-of-doors. Happy Thought.—Split the difference, and say five. Then, what isone to do (is the objection) from two till five ? I dont know—feed thegold-fish. Five is settled. ( More Happy Thoughts to follow?) A Plagiarism. We understand that a new version of Mr. Byrons Comedy, A Hun-dred Thousand Pounds, is being performed at the Haymarket, underthe slightly disguised title of The Balance of Comfort. VERT SCIENTIFIC. _We have written to Mr. Darwin to inquire if it is possible, underhis theory of development, for a bay-pony ever to become a sea-ho rse. A Parting Injunction.—A decree in the Divorce Court. 266 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI [June 23, SCENE-THE TRAFALGAR, GREENWICH. Waiter. What ll you please to take for Dinner, Sir ? Used-up Party (who has come all the way to Greenwich to dine). Oh, whatever YOU LIKE, MY GOOD FELLOW, SO LONG AS YOU DONT GIVE ME ANY FlSH ! SOLDIERS TO SOVEREIGNS. Hail, Cesar, Emperor! Hail, King! Let them that dare revile and hoot you your soldiers shout and sing, The men about to die salute you!No volunteers who choose, for pay, To risk their lives and limbs in battle;But conscripts dragged from home away, And driven to the field like cattle. Or rather, dogs, if dogs could be In packs upon each other dogs might do as well as we, And conscripls be with curs , happy hounds on either side, In being bitten, and in biting,The battles of their masters pride, Vainglory, and ambition, fighting! Ah, yes! but dogs can only bite; The wounds they take and give are have but teeth withal to fight: But, Sires, our weapons are these rifles,These bayonets, and
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