Punch . hat use to make ado ? Now tis a babe, the child of shame, forsaken and foredone; The pauper wet-nurse has her own, and her milk is scant for one. Tis dead!— No, tis so slow to die! — For the grave lets have it drest! Whats the odds of a few minutes ?—Whos Hillocks, to protest,And disturb the lady-matron while she has friends to tea,All because little Green aint dead when dead she ought to be! Past and humiliation! Because our cattle die, Because beefs up at Leadenhall, we raise our helpless cry! And all this misery round us, whereof we know the seed, Not in Gods mysterious judgments, b
Punch . hat use to make ado ? Now tis a babe, the child of shame, forsaken and foredone; The pauper wet-nurse has her own, and her milk is scant for one. Tis dead!— No, tis so slow to die! — For the grave lets have it drest! Whats the odds of a few minutes ?—Whos Hillocks, to protest,And disturb the lady-matron while she has friends to tea,All because little Green aint dead when dead she ought to be! Past and humiliation! Because our cattle die, Because beefs up at Leadenhall, we raise our helpless cry! And all this misery round us, whereof we know the seed, Not in Gods mysterious judgments, but our own neglect and greed. Down on our knees, or, better far, up to our feet, like men, Blush that such things have been, and swear they shall not be again ! Opera Reform. The greater part of the Pit at the Opera was some years ago con-verted into stalls. There may be no necessity to lower the franchisefor admission to the Opera House, but could there not be a Re-Distri-| bution of Seats P April. PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 143 SCEPTICAL BEAUTY OR, A DRAMA OF DOUBT. Distinguished man of science, towhom the world has muchreason to be grateful, and bythe side of whom the most emi-nent men may feel their infe-riority, Professor Huxley, hasrecently been teaching thatthere is but one kind of know-ledge, and but one way of ac-quiring it, that that way ofacquiring knowledge makesScepticism the highest of du-ties, all faith being described as blind which accepts anythingon any kind of authority butthat of scientific the child doubtingwhether it ought to trust, andthe woman whether she oughtto love till scientific habits ofmind had verified the creden-tials ! —North British Review. And wby shouldnt weimagine it ? —Punch, Scene—An elegant draw-ing-room. Time, , a young lady, isdiscovered, reading. She occasionally glances at the clock on themantel-piece. Her beautiful little dog, Tatters, is on the rug. Isabel. They are all gone out.
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