قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, July 4, 1891
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, July 4, 1891
lynx, as a sentry should do,
With an eye like a hawk, and a smile sweet as syrup;
But when there's a chance for 'a thrust—whirraroo!
My bayonet-point is agog for a stir up!
JOE, the Sentry, you know, like Joe Bagstock, is sly,
Ay, "devilish sly,"—if I may speak profanely.
That swashbuckler H-RC-RT now, swaggering there—why,
The big burly Bobadil's acting insanely.
I do like to draw him. These ramparts are mine,
But because we're old comrades he cheeks me. "Woa, EMMA!"
As cads used to shout. I extremely incline
To tickle him up with—a two-horned Dilemma!
"Well, WILLIAM, what cheer?" He is struggling out there
With a—Snark; 'tis a Boojum which shortly may vanish.
Like Frankenstein's, his is a Monster, I fear,
He would—did he dare—be delighted to banish.
That big "Home-Rule" Bogey, my Bobadil, seems
A "handful" with which you are destined to struggle,
Which darkens your days as it haunts all your dreams;
Which you cannot get rid of by force or by juggle.
You've got him, you say? Well, then, bring him along!
Ha! ha! Says "he can't!" That's exceedingly funny!
It is very hard when your "captive"'s so strong,
He won't do your bidding for love or for money.
Like SAMSON he leads his DELILAH a dance.
Like PAT'S prisoner—all know the old Irish story—
He won't give his captor a ghost of a chance.
Such "prisoners" do mar their conqueror's glory.
"Well, leave him behind, then, and come on alone!"—
Eh! "Captive won't let you?" That's just what I told you!
Your trophy, "Home Rule," has an incubus grown;
He's got you, my friend, and, my faith, he will hold you.
'Tis PADDY'S Dilemma all over again,
Only you're the true PAT. You can't take it or leave it.
Your triumph was futile, your struggles are vain;
Mine's the Sentinel's eye, and you cannot deceive it.
[Left chortling, but still "on duty."
"NOTHING SUCCEEDS LIKE"— SUCCESSION?
"Supply—Army Estimates."
General FRASER—not a phraser clearly—
Military grumbling vents sincerely;
House won't listen, and the cruel Times
Summarised his tale of woes and crimes,
As—great CÆSAR!—"a few observations."
TANNER, always great on such occasions,
Intimates that it is his impression
Soldiers are "succeeding in succession"
In the interest of more Expense.
Well, "economists" make stir immense,
But in spite of most Draconic manner,
Hardly ever seem to save—a "tanner."
So that one is prone to think indeed,
In succession they do not—"succeed!"
"A LEGGE UP."—The new Bishop of LICHFIELD.
