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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, June 11, 1892

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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, June 11, 1892

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, June 11, 1892

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glasses, and then gave three such cheers as made the hold All ring again! Which I wished as the Prinse of WALES was there to heer 'em.

BROWN and me had our nice quiet larf together at the ushal bit of fun. When sum werry ellerkent gent was a makin a speach as was rayther too long for them as wanted to heer the lovely Welch mewsic, they began for to hammer on the table with our bewtifool silver spoons and reel cut glasses, meaning to say, "That's about enuff," but the pore delewded Horrator thort it meant, "Keep it up, my boy; it's splendid!" So he kep it up till two of our best glasses was broke, and then he kindly sat down looking the werry pictur of happiness. It reminded me of a simlar little delushun as we practises early in the year. "Waiter," says sum hungry Gent, "bring me sum more Whitebait," and I takes him sum more Sprats, and he is quite content! As our Grate Poet says, "Where hignorance makes you 'appy, remane as you are"! Upon the whole, I wentures to think as the Welch Nashnal Bankwet, given by Lord Mare EVANS, was about the most sucksessful as I have ewer assisted at during my menny years of such pleasant xperiences. I finishes by saying, I should werry much like to see a reel Irish Lord Mare try his hand in the same Nashnal way.

ROBERT.


A TIP-TOP TIPSTER.

[In some spirited verses that appeared in the Sportsman, on the morning of Derby Day, Mr. JOHN TREW-HAY, alone amongst the prophets, selected Sir Hugo as the winner.]

Ye Gods, what a Prophet! We thought 'twas his fun,

For the horse that he picked stood at fifty to one,

And we all felt inclined in our pride to say, "You go

To Bath and be blowed!" when he plumped for Sir Hugo.

But henceforth we shall know, though the bookies may laugh,

That this HAY means a harvest, and cannot mean chaff.

Though it lies on the turf, there's no sportsman can rue

That he trusted such HAY when he knew it was TREW!


"RESIGNATION OF AN ALDERMAN."—He had had two basins of Turtle. He asked for yet another. "All gone, Sir; Turtle off!" was the Waiter's answer. The Alderman said not a word; he smiled a sickly smile. There was no help for it, or "no helping of it," as he truthfully put it. He would do his best with the remainder of the menu. The resignation of the Alderman was indeed a sight to touch the heart even of ROBERT the City Waiter.


BRER FOX AND OLE MAN CROW.

(A Fable somewhat in the fashion of "Uncle Remus," but with applications nearer home.)

Brer Fox and Ole Man Crow.

Ole Man Crow he wuz settin' on der rail,

Brer Fox he up en he sez, sezee,

"Dis yer's a sight dat yo' otter see!"

En he show him der tip of his (Ulster) tail.

"Eve'y gent otter have a lick at dis yer,

So's ter know w'at's w'at; en yer needn't fear!"

"Oho! Oho!"

Sez Ole Man Crow.

"But der Irish butter I've a notion dat I know!"

Brer Fox he boast, and Brer Fox he bounce,

But Ole Man Crow heft his weight to an ounce.

"Wat, tote me round der Orange-grove?"

Sez Ole Man Crow, sezee;

"Tooby sho dat's kyind, but I radder not rove

Wer der oranges are flyin' kinder free;

Wer One-eyed RILEY en Slipshot SAM

Sorter lam one ernudder ker-blunk, ker-blam!

Tree stan' high, but honey mighty sweet—

Watch dem bees wid stingers on der feet!

Make a bow ter de Buzzard, en den ter de Crow,

Takes a limber-toe'd gemman for ter jump Jim Crow!"

Den Brer Fox snortle en Brer Fox frown.

Sezee, "You're settin dar sorter keerless-like," sezee.

"But yer better come down,

Der is foes a broozin' roun'

W'at will give yer wus den butter in der North Countree.

You'll get mixed wid der Tar-Baby ef inter der North yo' pitch,

For der North ain't gwinter cave in, radder die in der las' ditch!"

Den Ole Man Crow up en sez, sezee,

"You been runnin' roun' a long time, en a-sassin' atter me;

But I speck you done come to de end er de row.

You wun't frighten me not wuth a cent.," sez Ole Man Crow.

"I ain't gwine nowhere skasely; I'll be busy near dis rail.

You wun't tempt me wid de butter—or der powder—on yo' tail.

Good-bye, Brer Fox, take keer yo' cloze,

For dis is de way de worril goes;

Some goes up en some goes down.

You'll get ter de bottom all safe en soun'!

I'll watch yo' 'strategy' wid int'rest, now en den,

En—well, I'll try ter look, des as frightened as I ken!"


The House of Lords Committee of Privileges decided that Captain FORESTER's action in the Barnard Peerage case was a Vane attempt. "The chance," said the Times, "of such a prize as Raby Castle, with £60,000 a-year, is likely to tempt a man to think his arguments and claims are better than they really are." Raby Castle on the brain would soon become a sort of Rabies.


HAMLET IN HALF AN HOUR.

(Prepared for the Halls in compliance with the suggestions of Mr. Plunket's Committee.)

SCENE—An open space outside Elsinore. View of the Palace and the Battlements. HAMLET discovered talking to the Ghost.

Ham. And is it really within thy power to show me illustrations to the story that has so much interested me?

Ghost. It is! Behold!

[He waves his bâton and a rock becomes transparent, displaying a tableau of the play-scene in "Hamlet."]

Ham. Ah, how well do I remember the occasion! It was after I had met thee, and thou hadst told me the sad story of thy decease by my Uncle. And then I contrived this device to catch the conscience of the King! Thou art sleeping calmly, and a cloaked figure is pouring poison—real poison—into thy ear! and look, the King is greatly disturbed! Ah, how it all comes back to me! (The rock resumes its normal condition.) And canst thou show me more?

Ghost. Ay, and I will! Behold!

[He waves his bâton, and another rock discovers a tableau representing the Burial of OPHELIA.

Ham. (deeply interested). Why, these must be the maimed rites that were all that was given to my poor lost love—the lady I desired to visit a nunnery—to OPHELIA. And see there are the comic Grave-diggers. Show me more. Show me more!

[The vision fades away like its predecessor.

Ghost. I would, did not the decision of statute law limit the time. And now I must away. But mind, my son—six principal characters, and no more! Thou wilt remember!

Ham. Ay, marry; and yes, I will! (The Ghost disappears.) And so I have to meet LAERTES at a fencing-bout. I will!

Trumpets. Enter King, Queen, LAERTES, OSRIC and Court.

King. HAMLET, all hail! I wish thee joy! May'st thou be the victor at to-day's trial of skill!

Ghost (heard from below). Remember! Six principal characters. He and thou and I are three. Three! Six, and no more!

Hamlet (aside). Peace, perturbed

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