Punch . enew their courtship, and at last are married—howoften happily? Not always, Sir, if ever- rand there, in comparisonwith the world in general, I suspect the advantage is at present on theside of Colney Hatch. Ah, Mr. Punch ! In one respect most menseem to be mad whether in or out of a lunatic asylum, and most womenappear equally mad to your ancient Abdera Corner. __^ Democritus. Great Virtue in an If. General OMahony, the ex-Head Centre, declares that If theSenate Eaction had not tied his hands, he would, before now, have hadan Irish Army on Irish soil, fighting for their independence,
Punch . enew their courtship, and at last are married—howoften happily? Not always, Sir, if ever- rand there, in comparisonwith the world in general, I suspect the advantage is at present on theside of Colney Hatch. Ah, Mr. Punch ! In one respect most menseem to be mad whether in or out of a lunatic asylum, and most womenappear equally mad to your ancient Abdera Corner. __^ Democritus. Great Virtue in an If. General OMahony, the ex-Head Centre, declares that If theSenate Eaction had not tied his hands, he would, before now, have hadan Irish Army on Irish soil, fighting for their independence, and an Irishfleet sweeping English commerce from the ocean. Suppose we putanother if? If General Mahony had attempted anything of thekind, he and his deluded dupes would before now have been pickingoakum in Kilmainham gaol, or supping skilley in Dartmoor prison. The worst Possible Name por an Author.—Dr. Dozy. vol. L. 34 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARL [January 27, 1866, THE CHACE. ^^ y PLENDID sport!. weather! GloriousDear Punch. No-thing happened to preventmy going out with thehounds, and so I Rede mounted me onhis bay, and when I hadgot my stirrups to theirproper length,il was readyto cry Tally-ho! Youknow I am never so muchat home as when iu thesaddle. Well, Sir, we met,twas iu a crowd, at Hox-ley Gorse, and the hounds(they werent harriers, afterall) went to work, in notime, with a low whimper,that gladdened the heartof every true nervous anxiety (Iam always dreadfully ex-cited in the hunting-field),I waited for the finding ofsly Reynolds. Often as Ihave been out with thehounds, I have never yetseen a fox; it has alwayshappened that they havent found, or if they found I was in anotherfield, or they didnt kill, or if they did kill it was done beforeI came up; but this time, however, I was in luck. Old Slyboots(thats what we sportsmen call the fox) broke cover just by didnt exactly know what to do. I hardly liked to cry out, Hi!heres the fox! i
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