A SERENADE. SMILE, lady, smile! (Bless me! what's that? Confound the cat!)— Smile, lady, smile! One glance bestow PUNCH. On him who sadly waits below, To catch-(A villain up above Has thrown some water on me, love !) (Oh, Lord! my head is broken; The wretch who threw the water down, List, lady, then; while on my lute (Oh, murder !—help! I'm locked up for the night!) RAILROAD NURSERY RHYME. PUNCH. Am" Ride a Cock Horse." FLY by steam force the country across, With time bills mismanaged, fast trains after slow, AN INVITATION TO THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS. PUNCH. I HAVE found out a gig-gig-gift for my fuf-fuf-fair, Will you co-co-come, and I'll show you the bub-bub-bear, I know where the co-co-cockatoo's song Makes mum-mum-melody through the sweet vale; Where the mum-monkeys gig-gig-grin all the day long. Or gracefully swing by the tit-tit-tit-tail. You shall pip-pip-play, dear, some did-did-delicate joke With the bub-bub-bear on the tit-tit-top of his pip-pip-pippole; But observe, 'tis forbidden to pip-pip-poke At the bub-bub-bear with your pip-pip-pink pip-pip-pip-pipparasol! You shall see the huge elephant pip-pip-play, You shall gig-gig-gaze on the stit-stit-stately racoon; And then did-did-dear, together we'll stray To the cage of the bub-bub-blue-faced bab-bab-boon. You wished (I r-r-remember it well, And I lul-lul-loved you the m-m-more for the wish) To witness the bub-bub-beautiful pip-pip-pelican swallow the 1-1-ive little fuf-fuf-fish! ΤΟ ΘΕ ΛΕΑΔΙΝΓ ΠΕΡΙΟΔΙΚΑΛ Θις κομπλιμέντ, γρεατ σιρ, ο τακε, Ενεμι το καντ ανδ φυγε. PUNCH Τομ Σμιθ, Γρυβ στρεετ. * English words in Greek letters. THE PEOPLE AND THEIR PALACE. IMPROVISED BY A FINE GENTLEMAN. Оn dem that absawd Cwystal Palace! alas, Wha-evew they put it a cwowd it will dwaw, The People!-I weally am sick of the wawd: PUNCH. They are shaw to destroy all the chawm of the place. Their voices are loud, and their laughter is hawse; What one can call, pwopally speaking, a nose! They have dull heavy looks, which appeaw to expwess That I hate the People is maw than I'll say; I only would have them kept out of my way, We must have the People-of that tha 's no doubt- They are all vewy well in their own pwopa spheeaw, The slams is the place faw a popula show; It is odd that the DUKE OF AWGYLL could pasne, A "SWELL'S" HOMAGE TO MRS. STOWE. A MUST Wead Uncle Tom-a wawk Which A'm afwaid's extwemely slow, Of Mrs. HARWIETBEECHASTOWE. 'Tis not as if A saw ha name To walls and windas still confined; All that is meawly vulga fame: A don't wespect the public mind. But Staffa'd House has made haw quite A Countess would pasist, last night, She wished to know if I admiawd EVA, which quite confounded me; Bai JOVE! A was completely flaw'd; A felt myself a gweat a fool Than A had evaw felt befaw; PUNCH. THE EXCLUSIVE'S BROKEN IDOL. A DON'T object at all to War With a set a fellas like the Fwench, The man that peace in Yawwup kept Bai Jove, he 's maw than six feet high! He cwushed those democwatic beasts; To think that afta such a cawce, We all consida'd him our fwiend, His carwacta is coming out; His motives-which A neva saw Are now wevealed beyond a doubt, And we must fight—but what a baw ! PUNCH. THE LAST KICK OF FOP'S ALLEY. AIR-Weber's Last Waltz." My wawst feaws are wealized; the Op'wa is na maw, PUNCH. |