Punch . d agreeable day. The police wereonly called in twice, and left early. Yours, Poor Tom Bowler. POLITICAL AND VINOUS. A Congress ad hoc has been proposed,to send in samples of their light wines. Wine merchants are requested ABERGELDIE. Am—Roys Wife. Wrang horse that Abergeldie ! Wrang horse that Abergeldie !Wot ye hoo he lat in me ? Scarce ane of a the lot excelled horse, &c. He looked a braw an bonnie steed,I liked his name the best of ony; But, ah! Lord Lyon took the lead—He won the race—I lost my horse, &o. My beast was naewhere in the course,Sae mony heels in fro
Punch . d agreeable day. The police wereonly called in twice, and left early. Yours, Poor Tom Bowler. POLITICAL AND VINOUS. A Congress ad hoc has been proposed,to send in samples of their light wines. Wine merchants are requested ABERGELDIE. Am—Roys Wife. Wrang horse that Abergeldie ! Wrang horse that Abergeldie !Wot ye hoo he lat in me ? Scarce ane of a the lot excelled horse, &c. He looked a braw an bonnie steed,I liked his name the best of ony; But, ah! Lord Lyon took the lead—He won the race—I lost my horse, &o. My beast was naewhere in the course,Sae mony heels in front beheld he. Wad I had backed the winning horse,Or taen the odds gainst Abergeldie !Wrang horse, &c. A Wrinkle. We see advertised— HARRISONS PATENT ECCENTRIC SWELL ADAPTED TOALL LOOMS. Surely it would save the Patentees some expense in advertising ifthey were to call their invention simply The Dundreary. A Bar Sinister.—A Turnpike. 224 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 26, CLEVER! Master Jack {after disputing obstinately the right of the Company to charge for theanimal at all). Well, I shall only Pat Half-Fare for him, cause hes EVER SO MUCH UNDER TWELVE, TOU KNOW, OLD FELLOW ! THREE VISIONS OF ONE HEAD. She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met;Her lovely face was smiling,Beneath her curls of curls of jetty brightness, Were charmingly in tone,With the colour on her features,Eor the hue was natures saw her but a moment, Yet methinks I see her now ;With the hair that Nature gave her,Above her snowy brow. A head of Paris fashion When next we met, she wore;The expression of her features, Was sharper than standing by her side was one, Who seemed to give her pain,As he rubbed the reddening fluid onWhat should have held a saw her but a moment, Yet methinks I see her now, With the barbers nasty liquid, Smeared on her snowy brow. And once again I met her, No radiant locks were there;An unmistaken wig she wore Instea
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