. Punch . ondition of their forefathers. For they—poor souls !—lived not in the typographic days of Punch ! But men are grateful. The hearts of the Antipodes beat towards us ! There is no infant colonythroughout the world that does not hold forth to us its little hands, even as babies hold forth theirs to theirloving fathers, to be nursed and dandled. And we are proud of this affection ! Very proud ; albeitwe continue to walk without silver trumpets before us, and hitherto have not mounted a peacocksfeather in our Sunday beaver ! We have selected this page wherein to write a letter to all the
. Punch . ondition of their forefathers. For they—poor souls !—lived not in the typographic days of Punch ! But men are grateful. The hearts of the Antipodes beat towards us ! There is no infant colonythroughout the world that does not hold forth to us its little hands, even as babies hold forth theirs to theirloving fathers, to be nursed and dandled. And we are proud of this affection ! Very proud ; albeitwe continue to walk without silver trumpets before us, and hitherto have not mounted a peacocksfeather in our Sunday beaver ! We have selected this page wherein to write a letter to all the Powers of earth—to acknowledgetheir kind intentions towards us, briefly—but oh ! with what sincerity ! All the Crowned Heads that glorify this otherwise shabby world have sent deputations to Punch—(he has said not a word of the matter in his own Court Circular)—inviting him to pass the MidsummerHolidays at their several Courts. Dearest, sweetest Punch—so runs the tenor of their invitations—. IV PREFACE. You will have finished your Eighth Volume ; come, and make merry with us : come, and make us frolic with your mirth—thoughtfulwith your wisdom. It gave us some pain to refuse the summons to Windsor Castle. But as the said summons was accompanied with a notificationthat our visit must be kept a profound secret,—inasmuch as it was hinted the presence of Literary and Artistic genius at the Royal Tablemight bring it into disrepute—we felt that we owed it to our illustrious Order—the Order of the Goose-Quill and Pencil—not to visiteven Windsor incog. Louis-Philippe pressed us, very kindly, to the Tuileries. And had Joinville been at sea, we think we should—despite of all olddifferences—have gone. But we were afraid that that mischievous boy would have primed our cigar with gunpowder, have put detonatingstuff in our pillow, or have committed some trick that we must have chastised him for, and—we would not break the entente cordialcbetween the two countr
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