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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 9, 1893
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 9, 1893
class="i2">He used his pocket-handkerchie.
First let me say my Apologia,
Which Capting Willyum taught to me!
"Make haste, make haste!" says gorging Harty,
While Bob pulled out his snickersee.
It's "a norrible tale," and I scarce feel equal
To telling it all as 'twas told to me.
Some other day you may learn the sequel
Of the sorrowful story of Little Bill-ee!
HAPPY THOUGHT.
Why not import a Brigade of respectable "Chiffonniers" from Paris, and let them loose on Hampstead Heath after a Bank Holiday?
TRUE FRENCH POLITENESS.
(A Conversation not entirely Imaginary in Siamese Territory.)
Scene—A Palace. Present, a swarthy Sovereign and Smiling Negociator.
Negociator. Sorry to trouble you again, your Majesty, but there are just a few supplementary matters that require settlement.
Sovereign. Why, surely your ultimatum has deprived me of everything?
Neg. Oh, dear no! For instance, you have foreign advisers.
Sov. And I presume I may act upon their advice?
Neg. Well, yes; only it will be necessary to send them back to Europe, and then stop their letters.
Sov. But this will be exceedingly arbitrary treatment.
Neg. Do you think so? Well, at any rate it will be better than a bombardment of your capital.
Sov. Have you any other demand to make?
Neg. Scarcely worth mentioning. But we must insist that in future all work must be given to artisans of our nationality.
Sov. And every other kind of contract?
Neg. That follows as a natural sequence.
Sov. Would you like anything more?
Neg. Not only like, but insist upon having it. You must surrender your forts, disband your army, and dispose of your fleet.
Sov. Come, that's impossible!
Neg. Not at all. It is a course I would strongly recommend if you want to keep your throne, and your subjects desire to preserve their lives.
Sov. Can you suggest anything else?
Neg. We never suggest. We order. Well, yes, you will do nothing without our approval, or it will be the worse for you.
Sov. Why, this is absolute bullying!
Neg. Pray don't say that, your Majesty. Although I speak plainly, I wish to treat you with every respect.
Sov. But if you have left me nothing, I may as well abdicate in your favour. Shall I?
Neg. You will do as you like, your Majesty. My instructions are to treat your will as law. I have no wish to control your actions, as I accept you as the constitutional sovereign of an independent state. Do what you please, and what pleases you will please me also. My instructions are to give you entire freedom of action—so long as that freedom chimes in with our requirements!
[Scene closes upon the pleasing proceedings.
Private and Confidential.—Mr. Bigg Stuffer writes to us, "I see the Princess and her daughters visited the grandest gorge in Norway. Well, after a day's touring with my friend Grubber, I think the pair of us will show any traveller about the biggest gorge anywhere."