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PUNCH,

OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 100.



June 27, 1891.



A WAIL FROM THE TUB.

A REMINISCENCE OF SUNDAY, THE 14TH OF JUNE.

SCENE.—Hyde Park. Demonstration in progress, with the not unreasonable object of inducing Parliament to extend the Factory Acts to small and insanitary laundries. A lengthy procession, composed of sympathetic Railway Workers, Cabmen, Journeymen Tailors, Gas Stokers, House-Decorators, Carpenters, &c., &c., alt with resplendent banners and hired bands, has marched into the Park, together with some lorries and drags containing deputations of ladies from the laundry in the highest possible spirits. Once arrived, each platform chiefly concerns itself with the grievances of its own particular supporters, while a crowd of sightseers circulates, enjoying the oratory with a desultory impartiality. The usual silhouettes of gesticulating speakers appear like jerky clockwork figures above the throng. A crowd of Socialists are "remembering Chicago" in a corner. The chief centre of attraction is a drag occupied by a Philanthropic Young-lady Chairwoman, her chaperon, some leading laundresses, one or two male sympathisers, and a couple of reporters. The Chairwoman conducts the proceedings with the greatest possible tact and grace, but is slightly hampered by the levity of a crowd composed of factory-girls, semi-imbecile larrikins, and professional laundresses, whose burning anxiety for reform masks itself under a surface frivolity. In the neighbourhood is a lorry decorated with clean shirts, and occupied by young washerwomen fired by an enthusiasm which manifests itself in bursts of shrill cheering and lively interchange of chaff with the spectators. In the meantime, the business of this particular platform proceeds somewhat as follows:—

The Chairwoman (with patient good-humour). Now, I'm sure you'll all be as quiet as you can while I ... (Hubbub, caused by a personal altercation between two Women in the crowd, and shouts of "Order!") Because really my doctor has ordered me not to speak in the open air at all ... (Here an ill-conditioned female, taking offence for some inscrutable reason, remarks loudly, "'Er doctor, indeed, she's a beauty, she is—'er and 'er doctor!" More calls to order, and extreme indignation of the ill-conditioned female at being informed that she is "no lady," and had "better 'old 'er jaw"; ribald and utterly meaningless jests by the larrikins.) Order, please! (Imploringly.) I know you won't make it harder for me than you can help. (A young Lady in a very tall hat and feather is heard demanding that the Gentleman in front of her should remove his "boxer," on pain of obliging her to remove it herself; the question is argued at length.) ... You all know the purpose for which we have ... (Here an enthusiastic old Lady on the drag begins to cheer aimlessly, and wave a scrubbing-brush; the Laundresses on the lorry join in.) Well, we're going to ask Parliament ... (Another female in crowd: "'Ullo, there's Mrs. JINNINGS, along with the toffs! I want to 'ear Mrs. JINNINGS speak, I do!") ... I shall now ask you to listen to a speaker—Mrs. GOFFIN—who has had several years' practical experience of laundry-work, and she will tell you, I am sure, what the hardships and injustices are which we are trying to put an end to.

[Mrs. GOFFIN, a stout, red-faced Lady, mounts the seat with a cheery confidence, amidst roars of laughter, and shouts of "Go it, old girl!" "Don't forgit to send my shirt home next week!" &c., &c. The female in the crowd repeats her preference for Mrs. JINNINGS' oratory; a string of factory-girls, in high-feathered hats, having just elbowed their way into the throng, suddenly conceive a desire to "get a breath o' air somewhere," and accordingly push and trample their way out again with a Parthian discharge of refined raillery—after which Mrs. GOFFIN's voice becomes audible.



Mrs. Goffin. Why, I've been and spoke to hover forty Members o' Parlyment on the subjeck myself, I 'ave, and they was all on our side, 'cept three or four, as was lawyers—and you know what they are! (The crowd expresses hearty disapproval of the Profession as a body.) One on 'em sez to me, "My good woman, I'm against 'aving the Factory Acts. I'm all for freedom, I am!" "So am I all for freedom," I sez, "but ..." (Here another disturbance takes place; a little man, with red whiskers, has mildly objected to being leant upon by a burly stranger, who bawls—"What are you afraid on? You ain't bin fresh painted, 'ave yer? Are yer 'oller inside—or what? Ga arn—I never knoo a carrotty-'aired man good for anything yet," &c., &c.) Then there's Mr. MATTHEWS, the 'OME SECKERTARY, 'e's against us, which I think 'e must be a woman-'ater hisself! (Feeling suggestion from crowd that the HOME SECRETARY has suffered a disillusion in his younger days.) But I was goin' to tell yer what we poor women 'ave got to put up with. Now there's a Mrs. HIRONMOULD, of Starch Row, Hacton Green, as I've worked for. (A Lady in crowd, who knows Mrs. H. "Ah, she's a beauty!" Cheers for Mrs. HIRONMOULD.) Well, I'll tell yer something about 'er—it'll jest show you what she is! Why, that woman, as I know myself, she acshally ... (She relates a personal and Rabelaisian reminiscence of Mrs. H., to the huge delight of the audience.) I'll tell yer another thing—I've worked for a man down at South End, Healing, and this'll show yer the amount o' hinsult and hill-treatment we 'ave to stand, and never say nothing to. I've seed 'im, hover and hover agen, walkin' about among us in his shirtsleeves, with 'is braces 'angin' about is 'eels! (Cheers from the crowd; demonstration with scrubbing-brush by the old Lady in the drag.) I 'ave indeed, and I don't tell yer no lies. (Here a Lady in the crowd suddenly exhibits a tendency to harangue the public on her own wrongs, and has to be suppressed.) And that man 'e'd come up to me and say, "Ain't them shirts finished yet?" he sez. "No," I'd say to 'im, "they ain't, and I don't deceive yer." "It's time they was," he'd say. "Beggin' your pardon," I'd tell 'im, "it's nothink o' the kind; and, if you don't believe my word, you may go and call your Missis out of the back kitching, as knows more about it than you do!" An' are you goin' to tell me we ain't to 'ave a Factory Act, after that?

[She stands down, having made the speech of the afternoon, and is rewarded by approving cries of "Good old girl!" An employer of labour is next introduced, and received at first with suspicion, until he explains that he is heart and soul with them, that he does not dread the application of the Factory Acts to his own establishment, and considers that it would be an excellent thing if all the smaller laundries were closed to-morrow, whereupon the ladies habitually employed in these places cheer him heartily.

A Common-Sense Speaker. It's all very well for you to come 'ere and protest against the laundresses workin' too long hours, but I tell yer this—it's yer own fault, it's the Public's fault. You will 'ave yer clean shirts and collars sent 'ome every week! (Several of the unwashed betray that this thrust has gone home.) A fortnight ain't a bit too long to wait for your linen! (Unanimous and hearty assent by people in dingy flannels.) And if some o' these swells and aristocrats weren't so partickler, and didn't send so much linen to the wash as they do, why, it stands to reason as the hours the washerwomen 'ud work 'ud be shorter!

[Chorus of agreement; sudden unpopularity—especially, oddly enough, with lighthearted young laundresses—of persons in the crowd whose collars are at all aggressive in their cleanliness; universal feeling that the blame has been fitted upon the right shoulders at last. More speeches; simultaneous passing of Resolution; the Processions march away with colours flying and bands playing, and, if they have succeeded in advancing the true interests of labour, no one will be more gratified than their friend, Mr. Punch.

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JOSEPH'S JOUST.

[Mr. CHAMBERLAIN, from the study of a certain "Liberal Leaflet" triumphantly draws the large conclusion that the Gladstonians have "dropped Home Rule."]

To "ride the high horse," my brave Brummagem boy, Is doubtless, to you, a delight and a joy; But little avails that equestrian quest, If the fruit of your ride is the merest "mare's nest."

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APPROPRIATE FOR THE SULTRY SUMMER WEATHER.—The revival of Drink, at Drury Lane. It ought to be "iced drink."

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"PALMAM QUI MERUIT, FERAT!"



Mr. PUNCH, loquitur:—

True, Madam, and tasteless would be the intrusion That tactlessly took no account of the time The praises of Britons are yours, in profusion; The blame for a blunder, the judgment for crime, Let Statesmen apportion; all know where the Honour In Manipur's ill-managed business is due; And Punch, whose delight is of praise to be donor, Without hesitation awards it to you!

The terrible tale of that sudden disaster Is vivid in memory, fresh on our ear; We know how a tender-souled woman could master The anguish of horror, the tremor of fear. That short brave defence will long live in our story. That long dreadful march England will not forget; Though womanhood finds little comfort in glory, For hearts that are aching and eyes that are wet.

Enough for to-day! When slow time has brought healing. The tale of those hours by your lips may be told. But proud admiration will scarce brook concealing, And Punch to express it is courteously bold. He speaks for all England. For womanly valour We men have not shaped the right guerdon,—our loss! A brave woman's heart flushing red o'er fear's pallor, Deserves—what Punch gives—the Victoria Cross!

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"Their acquaintance," observed Counsel, in a recent Breach of Promise Case, "began in a 'bus." This may have been an error of expression, or a misprint, as "began with a buss" would have been more likely.

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ANOTHER JUBILEE!—The Jubilee of the COOK Tourist System will be celebrated July 22nd by a Banquet at the Metropole. The dinner ought to be A 1 with such a COOK.

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SUMMERY MUMMERY.

I do not know how long the Summer Season at TERRY's, now being carried on by Mr. GEORGE EDWARDES, is to last, but with a little dexterous management there is no reason why this excellent form of entertainment should not go on all the year round. At 8 there is The Lancashire Sailor, by BRANDON THOMAS, which I didn't see; but have heard a first-rate report of it from those who have, and who "know." It might occasionally change places with A Commission. However, this is but a suggestion, as both the pieces I saw the other night will bear a second visit.

A Commission is a short one-act piece, with a sufficiently good plot, and every part in it a character, except "Parker, the Maid"—and here let me enter a solemn protest against the further use of "PARKER" as the name of a lady's-maid in farce or comedy. PARKER is played out. Let her be united to "CHARLES, his Friend," and let both enjoy their well-earned retirement from the stage.

Miss LILY HANBURY plays "Mrs. Hemmersley, a rich young widow," which cannot be described as "a poor part." With this LILY, who looks rich and is beautiful, the poor artist—a very poor artist—one Marshall (without a Christian name in the bill, so why not Snelgrove Marshall?) well played by Dr. FORBES DAWSON, falls desperately in love. WEEDON GROSSMITH is very good as the servant—almost better as the servant than as the author of the piece, and that's saying a good deal.

The Pantomime Rehearsal is eminently funny; especially the first scene between the four men, Messrs. ELLIOT, DANEMORE, GROSSMITH, and BRANDON THOMAS. As for the last-mentioned, it is well worth a visit to this theatre to see Mr. BRANDON THOMAS in two pieces, first as the Model, and then as the Heavy Swell. It is a strong thing to say, but I can call to mind no actor on the stage at the present moment who could in two different characters on the same night so completely and absolutely lose his identity,—for voice, manner, action, and of course appearance are all utterly changed,—as does Mr. BRANDON THOMAS as Gloucester the Model, and as Captain Tom Robinson.

All the ladies are good. Miss HELENA DACRE looks magnificent. Then Miss EDITH CHESTER combines prettiness with fun, and the duet between her and clever Miss LAURA LINDEN is enthusiastically encored—and deservedly so, for it is seldom that two young actresses will "go in" for a real genuine bit of nonsensical burlesque, and win. In fact it is all good, "and if our friends in front" will accept my tip, they will not find a more "summery" form of entertainment than at Mr. EDWARDES' TERRY's Theatre.

JACK-IN-THE-BOX.

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HOW IT HAPPENED;

OR, MANY A TRU(RO) WORD SAID IN JEST.

"And the See of Truro, your Gracious MAJESTY?" asked Lord SALISBURY, as he was packing up his portfolio, previous to leaving the Presence.

"Ah!" said the QUEEN, "for the moment I had forgot"—

"Quite so, your MAJESTY, if you will graciously pardon the interruption," put in the PREMIER—"that's the very person I would suggest."

"Did I mention a name?" inquired the QUEEN, somewhat puzzled.

"Your MAJESTY," replied the noble Earl, "observed that 'you had forgot.' I would suggest that the Bishopric of Truro should be for GOTT." Of course it was at once settled, and a conge d'elire issued.

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ETON JUBILEE CURIOSITIES.



[If the following have been omitted from the Catalogue, any visitor to Eton is entitled to call on the Provost, Fellows, and Head Master, and ask for an explanation.]

1. "I'm Monarch of all I Survey." Original copy of ballad sung by the First Eton Ten-oar.

2. Old Sketch (landscape) of the Very Cross Roads near Surley Hall. Also portrait of SURLY HALL himself.

3. "A Night on the Brocas." Old poem, supposed to be the original of the scene "on the Brocken" in Faust. A curious mistake of GOETHE's, probably due to his not having been educated at Eton.

4. The original "funny" owned by Master JOSEPH MILLER, supposed to have provided him with the notion for his first jest.

*** Also the original jest itself, bottled in high spirits, and in a fair state of preservation. As clearly as can be deciphered, the legend is something about "an Indian," "an oarsman," and "feathering a scull," or "skull."

5. A dissertation on the text that "The weakest goes to the Wall," showing how this proverb has been for many years directly contradicted, not only in theory but in practice during the Foot-ball time; it being at Eton the strongest who invariably go to "the Wall."

6. A finely illustrated poem on a bathing subject. It is called "The Passing of Arthur." The picture shows the Masters on the bank at Cuckoo Ware, while one small natational Candidate is still in a punt shiveringly awaiting the command to jump in again and swim the regulation distance. From the title, it may be taken for granted that this ARTHUR did "pass" after all. Poor little chap!

7. "Going a Cropper off the Acropperlis at Athens." Another bathing subject—unsigned.

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MOMUS ON MANIPUR.

Sentiment, GORST, to your stern soul, May seem a "Simple Simon;" But if there be a cheaper role, 'Tis that of twopenny Timon!

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Twin MOTTO.—"You mustn't speak to the Man at the Wheel" has become a proverbial expression. It stood alone. Now it has a companion; it comes from the hand of "A Master." It is, "You must not speak to the Gentlemen of the Jury." The exceptions which prove this rule are in favour of the Judge, the Counsel, the Clerk, and the Usher.

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THE LOST SERGEANT.

[In a recent case before Mr. Justice CHITTY, a doubt was expressed as to whether there was still such an officer as the Sergeant-at-Arms attending the Courts. His services had not been required since 1879. After some inquiry, however, he was discovered.]

SERGEANT-AT-ARMS, where wert thou? Haply pensioned In some remote and solitary spot; By lips judicial never even mentioned, The Courts forgetting, by the Courts forgot. Far from thy kind in some provincial village, Didst thou devote thy hoary age to tillage?

Didst thou, perchance to lower heights declining Lately, as busman, strike for higher pay? Or, to the lash of fate thy soul resigning, Wear a red cap and drive a brewer's dray? Or didst thou on a hansom seek to fleece men, And scorn the fair, and battle with policemen?

Or, didst thou play (as often I have seen a Musician play in snow, or sleet, or rain) The cornet or expansive concertina Outside a public-house, and all in vain? Music hath charms, but public-house men mock it, Let loose an oath, but button up their pocket.

Or, didst thou write, as some have done, a shocker, And sell it on the stalls of Mr. SMITH? Or, write us versicles like FREDERICK LOCKER, Or, ANDREW-LANG-like, talk about a myth? Or, by thine own success amazed and staggered, Make Zulus make thee rich, like Mr. HAGGARD?

Or, like BUCHANAN, didst thou quite exhaust in One volume such abuse as fits a barge? Twitter and chirp like Mr. ALFRED AUSTIN, Or make a trifle mystically large, Like SWINBURNE, round whose verse the fog grows stronger Just in proportion as his lines are longer?

Whate'er thou didst, where'er thou wert, we found thee. "Behold!" we cried, "the Sergeant reappears." Let not our welcome overmuch astound thee, Whom we have missed through twelve unhappy years. Restored at length to England, home, and beauty, Sergeant-at-Arms advance, and do thy duty!

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ANCIENT "BLOCK SYSTEM" AT ETON.



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The 'Bus Strike being at an end, the newspapers will discontinue writing de Omnibus rebus, and must employ themselves upon quibusdam aliis.

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"JUST A GOIN' TO BEGIN."—The Fourth Centenary of the Foundation of Eton College is the Festival of the First Saint 'Enery.

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

House of Commons, Monday, June 15.—RICHARD CHAMBERLAIN back to-night, after long absence. Been up the Nile, calling on PTOLEMY and PHARAOH, and visiting scenes connected with the early life of Brother JOSEPH. Much enjoyed the trip; entered House to-night full of life and energy; suddenly pulled up; hair rose; flesh crept; blood chilled. Was it true? Could it be possible? Yes; no doubt about it. There was Prince ARTHUR still lounging on Treasury Bench with MADDEN in reserve. About a score of Members present, including WINDBAG SEXTON, looking on with his irritating smile of supreme superiority, whilst SAGE of QUEEN ANNE'S GATE moved rejection of Irish Land Purchase Bill.



"Why!" exclaimed Brother DICK, his hair still visibly rising, "when I was here last, weeks and months ago, they were discussing Irish Land Bill; Prince ARTHUR sprawled on Treasury Bench; LABBY was denouncing the Bill as pernicious; and SEXTON, having just sat down and just going to follow, looked on with sort of pitying toleration of other people who assumed to know anything of the Bill. Do I dream, or are there visions about? Think I'll go and pinch JESSE COLLINGS, and see if I'm awake."

Yes; wide awake; no mistake about the situation; still harping on the Irish Land Bill; but, thank a merciful Providence, this is the last night. JOHN MORLEY, who never shrinks from call of duty, rises, and makes one of those formal, official, somewhat tiresome protests, recapitulating objections which everyone only too familiar with through this gruesome spring and saddened summer. Then SAGE OF QUEEN ANNE'S GATE cracks a few jokes; MORTON appears on scene; attempt made to Count Out; talk kept going through dinner hour. At eleven o'clock Prince ARTHUR rises; benches fill up; then, when everyone ready for Division, strangers in Gallery startled by mighty roar of execration; looking round with startled gaze in search of explanation, discover at corner-seat below Gangway a dapper figure uplifted on supernaturally high-heeled boots, with trousers tightly drawn to display proportions of limbs that would have made Sim Tappertit green with envy; a black frock coat, buff waistcoat, coloured tie, a high collar, a wizened countenance, just now wrinkled with spasmodic contortion, kindly meant for an ingratiating smile.

This is SEYMOUR KEAY. House may roar at him as the dog that crosses the Epsom Course when the bell rings for the Derby is howled at. He has, in return for the contumely, only a smile, a deprecatory wave of the hand and a speech. House keeps up the roar; KEAY waves his ringed hand, nods pleasantly at the SPEAKER, and at anything approaching a lull, shouts half a sentence at top of his voice. For full ten minutes contest continued. Then SPEAKER rises; KEAY sits down, glad of interval of rest, and hopeful that SPEAKER is about to rebuke his interrupters.

"The question is," said the SPEAKER, "that this Bill be now read a Third Time." Before KEAY realised situation, House is cleared for Division, and his final speech on Land Purchase Bill remains unspoken.

Business done.—Irish Land Bill read a Third Time by 225 votes against 96.

Tuesday.—GORST gave House to-night thorough surprise. The SQUIRE of MALWOOD brought on Manipur business; moved Resolution asking for more papers. Incidentally indicted the Government at home and in India. GORST put up to reply. An average Minister would have made an ordinary speech; GORST's reply accepted by common consent as the most extraordinary ever heard from the Treasury Bench since DIZZY left it. Instead of evading responsibilities, colouring facts, doing what Ministers usually do when in a fix, GORST simply, boldly, cynically, told the truth. The SENAPATTI of MANIPUR was an ambitious, capable, popular man who might breed mischief for the rule of the EMPRESS of INDIA. So the SENAPATTI must be got rid of at earliest possible moment, and in most absolutely complete fashion. Arbitrary this; tyrannical perhaps; unjust possibly. None of GORST's business to defend or extenuate it. All he could say was it is not a new thing; done wherever British flag waves under foreign skies; in New Zealand with the Maori King; in South Africa with CETEWAYO; in Egypt with ARABI; in the Soudan with ZEBEHR. "In India," said GORST, leaning his elbow lightly on the table, "they have always hated and discouraged independent and original talent; always loved and promoted mediocrity."

As he finished this pregnant and delightful aphorism, GORST looked up at the Peers' Gallery, where sat his Chief, GRAND CROSS, successor of CLIVE in the Government of India. His glance travelled downward, till it rested on the Treasury Bench, and fell gently on the figure of OLD MORALITY.

How DIZZY would have delighted in this speech, with this last exquisite touch! The SQUIRE of MALWOOD, in his secret breast, not less appreciative; but debate must be kept up, and he joined in the hue and cry with which Mediocrity resented this fresh and original way of treating things. Even CAMPBELL-BANNERMAN shook his head. "It is brilliant," he said, "but it is not discretion."

Business done.—A good deal.

Thursday.—Government met with awkward defeat on Factories Bill. Not quite certain to whom they chiefly owe it, whether to GORST or MATTHEWS. Question arose on SYDNEY BUXTON's Amendment, raising the age of child-labourers to a minimum of eleven years. Debate lasted all night; a pleasant contrast to the unreality of Irish Debate; Benches crowded; audience interested; speeches practical; GORST in attendance, though doubtful whether he would speak. Usually sits in modest retirement under shadow of SPEAKER's Chair. To-night marked slight difference of opinion from his colleagues by taking up corner-seat on Treasury Bench by Gangway, quite out of reach of hand-shake from HOME SECRETARY.



MUNDELLA, longing to be at MATTHEWS, waiting on Front Opposition Bench; MATTHEWS, earnestly desiring collision with MUNDELLA, lingered the long night through on Treasury Bench. At last dragged into arena by JOHN MORLEY. Painfully conscious of GORST on his right hand. Why couldn't he go away? Why sit there smiling when MATTHEWS floundered, and why turn over the pages of the Blue Book with such subtle air of contradiction when MATTHEWS quoted from proceedings of Berlin Conference?

As midnight drew on, excitement increased. Uncertain how Division would go. Rumours of possible defeat of the Government; AKERS-DOUGLAS moving about smiling; therefore all must be well. House surging with excitement; movement to and fro; a buzz of conversation rising above the voice of Member addressing the Chair. Only one placid figure under the glass roof. Seated in side Gallery facing Treasury Bench was J.S. BALFOUR; (no relation of Prince ARTHUR's, bien entendu) Question put; Division bell rang; the bustle of eight hundred departing feet disturbed J.S.B., and, stepping carefully down from the inconveniently high Bench, he walked out to take part in the Division.

"All very well, dear TOBY," he said, "talking about eleven being the age for half-timers. Eleven seems to me about the figure at which we should knock off here. When it gets on to twelve in this hot weather, I almost feel as if I could go to sleep." Business done.—SYDNEY BUXTON's Amendment to Factories Bill carried by 202 Votes against 186.

Friday.—Question to-night, how would Government take their defeat of yesterday? Soon settled; at earliest moment MATTHEWS appeared at table, announced that Government "fully and cordially" accepted decision of House. It was true that they had resisted, with fullest strength, SYDNEY BUXTON's proposal. He himself, in powerful speech, had demonstrated that, if Amendment were added to the Bill, the heavens would fall, and the British Empire would stagger to its doom. But that only his play; GORST really obliged to the House for beating them, and Clause would be added to Bill. Done accordingly. Report stage of Factories' Bill run through, and Third Reading taken.

Odd thing befell the universe last week. Happening to mention in this Diary WOOTON ISAACSON, Member for Tower Hamlets, the dissolute Artist drew fancy portrait of LEWIS ISAACS, Member for Newington; labelled it from Dod, "A Progressive Conservative." Oddly enough, both ISAACS and ISAACSON write themselves down in Dod "A Progressive Conservative." So our Artist (occasionally quite clear-headed), got mixed up with the family; descended, so to speak, from ISAAC to ISAAC'S SON. Not quite sure to which apology is due. Just as well to mention it, so that, when the New Zealander reads his Punch a century or two hence, he may have a clear conception of the actuality. Business done.—Quite a lot.

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MORE RUSSIAN TYRANNY.—Punch is not admitted into Russia unless bound.

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"THE SHODKIN."

[In a Jewish divorce case it was alleged that the petitioner and respondent had been brought together by a "Shodkin." The Shodkin, it was explained, was a person who brought about marriages between members of the Jewish community, and was paid a fee by one or both the parties.]

"I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word."—Merchant of Venice.

"Give me new rhymes," the poet cries, "I want another rhyme for 'bodkin,'" And here comes dropping from the skies That comfortable word, "the Shodkin."

Long have I racked my brain for rhymes, I tried to drag in Mr. GODKIN; On Friday last I read my Times, Eureka! down it goes—the Shodkin.

We live by verse, and how shall we This Hebrew middle-man disparage, To whom religion grants a fee, Paid by both sides, for making marriage?

Nay, Jew, we thank thee for the word, For Fate two Jews might haply sever; The busy Shodkin comes as third, And swiftly makes them one for ever.

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AN OPERATIC PUZZLE.

I had been informed that it was no use buying a book of Mireille, as those sold in the house were of a somewhat light and mis-leading character. So I didn't. But I had a programme, and fortunately I was able to recognise most of the singers in spite of their disguise. Also I comforted myself with the official information that the piece was to be performed, "by desire, in French." "Oho!" says I, to myself, "there is some sensible person on the Committee who doesn't understand Italian, and prefers 'French as she is sung.'" However, I recognised but one of the Covent Garden Committee men present, and he was there only in a casual sort of way. DRURIOLANUS wasn't en evidence; probably at home rehearsing various effects with a view to receiving the Imperial Majesty of Germany. These receptions, including "such a getting up (and down) stairs," walking with crab-like action, require a lot of rehearsal, not to mention the management of a sword which is apt to be dangerous only to the wearer, and the carrying of wax-lights, the effect of which on his official Court dress may recall to the mind of the Operatic Manager the celebrated name of GRISI. There was no one in authority to tell me anything about Mireille, and this is what I made out of the plot.

Mireille, Miss EAMES, charming throughout, is a happy peasant in beautiful little patent leather shoes, which, I hope, are as easy as apparently are her circumstances. She is beloved by one Vincent, pronounced Van Song, a peasant of a rather Whitechapelish-costermongerish-out-on-a-Sunday appearance, but picturesque withal. They are engaged; at least, if they are not they ought to be. Then comes a handsome elderly lady, disguised like a fairy godmother in a pantomime before she throws off her hood and announces her real character, and this lady, called Taven in the bill, is Mlle. PASSAMA, who sings a song about a papillon, for what particular reason I do not know, except to please the audience, which it did, being encored, and to puzzle Mireille, in which it also succeeded, if I might judge by Miss EAMES's expressive countenance. And here I must observe that I found my intimate acquaintance with the French language almost useless, for except an occasional "oui," given, as Jeames has it, "in excellent French," and for some allusions to "le papillon" just mentioned, and "et alors"—which didn't help me much, even when given twice most dramatically by M. ISNARDON,—I couldn't catch a single word, and as far as libretto went, it might have been, for me personally, given in double-Dutch, or the dialect of a South-African tribe.



On the disappearance of Taven,—[she didn't take off her cloak, and wasn't a fairy, which rather put me off the scent, I admit,]—in comes a gorgeous person, six feet high at least, and stout in proportion, who, as I gathered from the programme, was Ourrias (what a name!), played by Signor CESTE, and sung with a kind of double vibrato stop in his organ, which seemed, when turned on full, to make the upper boxes quiver. Well, in he comes, and tells Mireille something—what, I don't know—but this is how the row began, as, in less than five minutes, two old men, one M. ISNARDON, dramatic and in tune, and the other, not mentioned in my programme, and therefore pardonably somewhat out of tune, enter and commence a rumpus; what the difficulty was all about I am not clear, but the upshot was that the old man in tune cursed his daughter, and the old man out of tune held back his son VINCENT, and prevented him from first assaulting and then being assaulted by the irate Maitre Ramon, i.e., M. ISNARDON. The Chorus of Unhappy Villagers forms tableau. End of Act the Second; in Act the First there was no action at all, and everything had gone off as pleasantly as possible.



Then, in Act III., there is a sandy desert—where?—Egypt?—Heaven, AUGUSTUS HARRIS, and the scene-painter, only know—and here comes on a mighty illigant shepherd with a pipe—to play, not to smoke—and one clever person near me was sure it was Miss EAMES in disguise, but it turned out to be Miss REGINA PINKERT, a piper of whom some present would willingly have paid to hear a little more; but she vanished, probably in search of her flock in the desert,—by the way, an excellent place for golf this desert,—and then in came Mireille and Taven, when the latter, I fancy, tells Mireille of the crime she has witnessed in the previous scene, which, I regret to say, I have omitted to mention from motives of delicacy. But alas! I can no longer conceal the fact. In that previous scene Mr. Ourrias had behaved very badly in first losing his temper, and then sticking a dagger into poor Vincent Lubert, who fell down behind a rock, presumably dead.

The golf-ground is cleared off, and we are back again in front of the village church. But at this moment a person, who knew all about it, whispered, "If you want to get your cab, and escape the crush, now's the time, as the Opera is just over." So I hurried off, and to this moment I haven't the faintest idea how it all ended, and I don't quite understand how it began. However, I have recorded my impressions, confused probably, but—the music is very pretty, and Miss EAMES very charming.

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PARENTAL AUTHORITY.

Typical British Father (according to the Home Secretary). Now, come, JANE and JIM, bundle up to your work. Look sharp!

Government Inspector. No, Mr. SIKES, I think not. Your youngsters have not touched eleven yet.

Typical British Father. But they're over ten.

Government Inspector. That don't matter. The age is altered. You'll just send your young kids back to the Board School again.

Typical British Father. Well, I call it downright robbery. Why, they supports me, they do; and what more fitter work can you find for the kids, but to support their parients with the sweat of their brow. Why, I thought the 'OME SECRETARY was all on our side.

Government Inspector. Well, he's been beat, that's all. The country don't see the fun of sending children of tender years away from their proper training, to wear out their young bodies and poison their young systems in beastly close, ill-ventilated work-rooms, and all just to bring in an extra bit of money to enable their parents, like you, to laze and loaf at home, and, maybe, spend their hardly-earned wage on drink. However, you'll have to dock it, Mr. SIKES.

Typical British Father. Well, I call it downright bloomin' robbery. It's more. It's a invasion of the sacred rights of the British working man's domestic home. It's a infringement of the liberty of the subject, that's wot it is. It's a teaching the young 'uns rebellion against their natural protectors. It's a bloomin' shame!

[Government Inspector leads them off delighted. Typical British Father left swearing.

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UNSELFISH HELP BY SMILES.—"Dr. QUAIN's advice to doctors," says Mr. JAMES PAYN in the Illustrated London News, "always 'to look cheerful,' ought to be written in letters of gold." So it is: in notes, or cheques. When the eminent novelist has to send for Dr. QUAIN, the latter will beam on him, and tell him a good story. The labour he delights in will "physic PAYN."

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POLITICAL ASIDES;

OR, TRUTH IN PARENTHESES.

(VERY FREELY ADAPTED FROM THOMAS HOOD.)

Fond Mother. I really take it vastly kind, This visit, my dear creature! A family likeness here you'll find. (Like hers? Not in one feature!)

Friendly Visitor. Only too happy, I am sure, To see the little darling, Our family friendships are so pure! (They find effect in snarling.)

Fond Mother. Well, dear, with your experience, Your aid must be of value. You've not yet given its help immense. (Nor, if I know it, shall you!)

Friendly Visitor. Ah! Good Nurse G-SCH-N, is she out, That you the babe are dandling? Sweet-tempered child and strong, no doubt! (The brat wants careful handling.)

Fond Mother. G-SCH-N and D-KE are both at hand, But I'm so proud to show it. The weakness you will understand (Envious, and knows I know it!)

Friendly Visitor. Mothers must be as vigilant As—say 'Bus-strikers' pickets. It cries, dear! What does baby want? (Half-starved, and has the rickets!)

Fond Mother. Which, think you, the best Infant's Food? You see there are so many; I know your judgment is so good! (Not worth a single penny!)

Friendly Visitor. Well, dear, don't swaddle it too tight. That ruins the digestion, And—Forster's Food I've found work right. (She'll relish that suggestion!)

Fond Mother. Humph! Rather out of date, I fear! You've slight experience—lately— Next time you nurse you'll know, my dear! (She'll like that home-thrust greatly!)

Friendly Visitor. Your nursing, dear, of course, is based Upon my Nursery Manual. The child looks rayther peaky-faced. (Not quite a hardy annual!)

Fond Mother. Think so? Look up, and laugh, my sweet, Show NANA she's mistaken— It quite begins to "feel its feet." (With spite her soul is shaken!)

Friendly Visitor. I understand your family Call it "The Changeling." Why so? The family likeness all must see. (It squints with the left eye so!)

Fond Mother. Oh! there are always some cross things In every Family Party. Your mother's heart has felt such stings! (She'll think of JOE and HARTY!)

Friendly Visitor. Well, well, with my advice, my dear, And lots of Liberal Tonic, Your child we possibly may rear. (That's one for Old Sardonic!)

Fond Mother. Oh! really you are quite too kind! Your own "Home-Rule Elixir" Unfailing for your babes you find? (Fancy that dart will fix her!)

Friendly Visitor. You see we breed, and nurse, our own; We do not steal or borrow. However, dear, I must be gone. (To call again to-morrow!)

Fond Mother. What! must you go? Next, time no doubt. You'll give more Liberal measure. Nurse G. shall see you safely out, (With most particular pleasure!)

Friendly Visitor. Don't trouble, dear! The bell I'll pull, And, bid them call my cabby! Good bye! The Babe's be-you-ti-ful! (A Flabby, Dabby, Babby!!!)

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ABOUT THE LAST OF IT.

DEAR MR. PUNCH,—Would you kindly suggest to Mr. CALDERON, in the interest of Historical and religious Art, that he should give us for next year's Academy, as companion-picture to his "St. Elizabeth," "Cardinal Wolsey, in his old age, left naked to his enemies."—Yours, artfully, A SHAKSPEARIAN READER, BUT NO LATIN SCHOLAR.

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"KNOWLEDGE IS INVALUABLE!"

SCENE—Royal Commission of the Future. Commissioners present. Last Witness under examination.

Chairman. And now, my lad, you have learned everything.

Witness (modestly). Yes, my Lord and Gentlemen, up to a certain point.

Chairman. Quite so—you have, generally speaking, an education rather better than an average City Clerk?

Witness (in the same modest tone). So I am given to understand.

Chairman. What is your father?

Witness. An artisan. But pardon me, I think I can anticipate and answer the next question. I am entirely unfit to follow my parent's calling—physically and morally. My frame has been weakened by study, and my education prevents—.

Chairman (interrupting). Just so. We can hardly expect a lad of fourteen who is good enough to floor the London matriculation taking to bricklaying? (Murmurs of general assent.) Well, my boy, have you tried to get a clerkship?

Witness. Alas! yes, indeed I have, my Lord and Gentlemen. I have tried everywhere to obtain employment, but without success.

Chairman (sympathetically). Dear me! Very sad! But come, my lad, we have given you something more than an ordinary commercial education—you have acquired accomplishments.

Witness. Yes, my Lord and Gentlemen; but, believe me, they are valueless. I am an excellent violinist, but there is no room for me at the theatres. It is true I might, by paying my footing, secure a place in a strolling band, consisting of a harp and a cornet, but I have conscientious scruples against earnings gained at the doors of a public-house.

Chairman. Certainly. Besides, I fancy you make too light of the difficulties of securing such a position. A Witness, who gave very much the same evidence as yourself, declared it was impossible to gain admission even to a German Band. But you have learned drawing?

Witness. Yes; but I find the accomplishment valueless as a bread-winner. I would do pastels on the flag-stones were not the supply of artists in this particular line greatly in excess of the demand. Besides, the police move them on.

Chairman. Well, my lad, what can you do for yourself?

Witness. Nothing; and consequently, my Lord and Gentlemen, I hope you will do something for me.

Chairman (after consultation with his colleagues). As you have been educated up to a point rendering you valueless at fourteen, we shall have much pleasure in recommending that your studies be continued until your education will be equally valueless at nineteen. If this scheme does nothing else, it will keep you employed for the next five years! [Scene closes in upon the Report.

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Faraday (returned). "WELL, MISS SCIENCE, I HEARTILY CONGRATULATE YOU; YOU HAVE MADE MARVELLOUS PROGRESS SINCE MY TIME!"]

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ORATORIO, AS HANDLED AT THE C.P.

The Tenth Triennial Handel Festival. Programme extends over three days, Monday, to-day the 24th, and Friday the 26th. The singers are Madame ALBANI, Miss MARIAN MCKENZIE, Messrs. SANTLEY, EDWARD LLOYD, BARTON MCGUCKIN, BRIDSON, and BRERETON—the last pair seeming to come in like the "two pretty men" of nursery history, 'yclept "ROBIN and RICHARD." The great organ cannot be played without EYRE and bellows. The Conductor to the musical omnibus is AUGUST MANNS, or more appropriately, JUNE MANNS. Motto.—"MANNS wants but little here below, but he wants that uncommonly good"—and more than good it is safe to be in the hands of the Conductor whose name is indicative of quantity and quality. Salvete, Homines!

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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.

The Baron is getting along with GEORGE MEREDITH's One of Our Conquerors. Within the last three weeks he has already reached p. 94 of Vol. I, and here the weather, having suddenly become tropical, the Baron felt that his mighty brain "whirled, swam to a giddiness, and subsided." He has been stopped occasionally en route; he had come into view of "the diminutive marble cavalier of the infantile cerebellum." Then he retraced his steps, puzzled a bit, but after a "modest quencher" Swivellerian libation, he hit upon a luminous passage which warned him "in plain speech"—and whose is plainer than GEORGE MEREDITH's?—"that the Bacchus of auspicious birth induces ever to the worship of the loftier Deities." Excellent i' faith! And then the Baron smole, as one who is interiorly enlightened smileth as he read, "Forbear to come hauling up examples of malarious men"—("'malarious men' is good," quoth the Baron)—"in whom these pourings of the golden rays of life breed fogs; and be moved, since you are scarcely under an obligation to hunt the meaning"—(here the Baron wondered within himself. Was he under an obligation or not? In foro conscientiae the case was set down for that immortal date. "To-morrow")—"in tolerance of some dithyrambic inebriety of narration (quiverings of the reverent pen) when we find ourselves entering the circle of a most magnetic popularity." Here the Baron paused. Somehow, in his search after truth, he had fallen down some seventy pages, and was on his back again at p. 33, Vol. I. Refreshment was necessary. Iced. Also a Nicotinian sacrifice, as of primitive days, when heifers, adorned, not altars, but weeds, vegetables, and early produce only. Smokeamus! Veni, vidi, visky! 'Fore GEORGE! Your health and novel!

THE BARON DE BOOK-WORMS.

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"AS EASY AS ABC."

Witness of the Labour Commission (under examination). Yes, I think that employers should be forced by law to give in to their men.

Question. But should this lead to bankruptcy, what then?

Witness. Bankruptcy should be legally abolished.

Question. Should employers have no money to pay the employed?

Witness. That duty should be discharged by the Government.

Question. But bow should the loss be supplied—by the imposition of new taxes?

Witness. Certainly not. Taxation should be entirely abolished.

Question. Then how could your scheme be carried out?

Witness (courteously). That is a matter I leave entirely to the discretion of the Government.

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NOTICE.—Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will in no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, or Wrapper. To this rule there will be no exception.

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ABC of Ibsenity (The), 239 About the Court, 147 Accident on the Ice, 35 Acting—on a Suggestion, 120 Adopted Child (The), 222 "Advance, Australia!" 126, 268 Agricultural Tripos (An), 221 Alarmed Autocrat (The), 282 All Adrift; or, Three Men in a Punt, 270 Among the Immortals, 217 Amusing Rattle's Note-Book for 1891 (The), 12, 36, 45 Another's, 177 Another Telephonic Suggestion, 150 Appropriate, 12 Arbitration, 30 Aristotelian Treasure-Trove, 57 Arthur and Composer, 65 Artist and a Whistler (An), 72 "As Easy as ABC," 309 Athletics, 123 At the End of the Year, 9, 23 Auditors in Wonderland, 15 BACCHUS Outwitted; or, The Triumph of Sobriety, 203 Baconian Theory (A), 210 Bar Barred! 145 Bendigo, 287 "Beroofen!" 281 "Better Late than Never!" 71, 157 Bitter Cry of Outcast Competition, 255 Blondel up to Date, 144 "Blood" v. "Bullion," 234 Boat-Race Ten Years Hence (The), 137 Bogey, Man! (The), 63 Bowls, 233 Bow-wow! 193 Bravo, Bagshawe! 98 Breach of Veracity (A), 27 Breakfast Table-Talk, 254 Bruin Junior, 62 Brum and the Oologist, 99 Brummagem Bolus (A), 173 Brustle's Bishop, 64 Bumble at Home, 18 Burns versus Burns, 26 'Busmen's Alphabet (The), 287 'Bus 'Oss's Mems (A), 289 By a Tired and Cynical Critic of Current Fiction, 123 CANADIAN Calendar (A), 99 Can a Man Imprison his Wife? 209 Candour in Court, 93 Canine Confidences, 39 Can(nes)did Confession (A), 78 Capital and Labour Forecast, 51 Celt again! 108 Chambers in St. James's Street, 120 Change for Thirty-five Shillings, 246 Change of Initials, 45 Charles Keene, 33 "Charles our Friend," 159 Charlie and Sarah, 69 Child's Chit-Chat, 273 Christmas in Two Pieces, 16 "Chucked!" 122 Church and Stage, 135 Civil Service Note, 96 Codlingsby Junior, 257 Coliseum—at Chicago (The), 275 Columbia on her Sparrow, 74 Coming Dress, 195 Coming Meeting (A), 39 Compensation, 21 Competition in the Future, 256 Complaint of the Census (A), 177 Composer Coming (The), 21 Coriolanus, 102 Court Cold! 153 Coy Colossus (A), 299 Criticising the Calendar, 168 Crummles Redivivus! 61 Curate to his Slippers (The), 24 DANCING-ON-NOTHING Girl (A), 141 Dante not "in it," 159 Day in the Law Courts (A), 279 Dead Frost (A), 71 Dearness and Dearth, 62 Desdemona to the Author of "Dorian Gray," 123 Diary of an Old Joke (The), 180 Diary of Dover (A), 135 Disclaimer (A), 210 Disinfecting the Wigs, 215 Dis-Order of the Day (The), 251 Domestic Melodies, 45 Drama Then and Now (The), 267 Dramatic Illustration of an Advertisement, 105 Dreamy Madness, 66 Druriolanus and Dancing, 81 Dumas Up to Army Estimates' Date, 105 EARL Granville, 179 Early Closing Movement, 215 Edwin and Angelina, 5 Elegy on a Mad Dog (An), 63 Essence of Parliament, 69, 71, 83, 95, 107, 119, 131, 143, 155, 168, 191, 204, 216, 225, 232, 251, 264, 275, 287, 299, 304 Ethics of Match-Boxes (The), 89 Eton Jubilee Curiosities, 303 Evenings from Home, 245 Explanations a la Mode, 292 Extract from the Report of the G.O.M.'s Birthday Speech at Hawarden, 36 "FACTA non Verba;" or, Pierrot in London, 179 Fair Exchange (A), 174 Familiarity breeds Respect, 243 Fascination! 158 Fashion's Floralia, 219 Fete or Fate? 129 Fine Young German Emperor (The), 182 First Act and the Last (The), 123 First Visit to the "Naveries," 217 "Flat, Stale, and Unprofitable," 156 Flowerless Funeral (The), 99 "Flowers that Bloom, tra-la!" (The), 141 For Better or Worse! 57, 201 Forecast for 1891 (A), 5 Freezing Point (A), 59 Friend of Ireland and the Wordy Knife-Grinder (The), 50 Friend of Labour (The), 183 Frieze of the Parthenon (The), 60 From Our Musical Box, 51 Fruit of the Session (The), 294 GAME of Peace (The), 40 Garden of Sleep (The), 206 "General Election Stakes," 258 General of the Future (The), 300 General View of "Private Inquiry" (A), 48 Geographical, 254 Giving a Lodger Notice to Quit, 131 Good Devon! 45 "Good Little 'Un is better than a Bad Big 'Un" (A), 110 Goschen cum Dig.; or, The (far from) Dying Swan, 146 G.P.O. Cuckoo (The), 145 Grand Old Wetterun (A), 149 Great Disappointment, 17 Great Whaling Expedition (The), 114 "Grey Apes of Age," 288 HAGIOLOGICAL and Historical Note, 48 Hands as they are Shook, 153 "Happy New Year!" (A), 6 Happy Prospect, 120 Hearthily Welcome, 183 Heinrich Schliemann, 15 "Here we are Again!" 74 Hero's Common Form Diary (The), 2 Herrick Up to Date, 177 Highest Education (The), 81 "Hired Priest" (The), 288 History and Art, 243 Homage to Sir James Hannen, 60 "Honours Easy!" 23 How it Happened, 302 How it's Done, 88 How Long? 269 Humour o't! (The), 219 Hundred-and-Ten-Tonner (The), 90 Hymen and Cupid, 210 IAGO on the Great Sermon Question, 121 I'd be a Criminal, 36 Ignotus, 178 In a Maze, 246 In a Lock.—A Whitsuntide Warble, 251 Information required, 59 In-Kerrect Kerr, 198 In the Latest Style, 11 In Memoriam, 65, 189 In Memoriam—"Old To-morrow," 289 In re the Influenza, 252 In their Easter Eggs, 165 "In the Name of the Law—Photographs!" 145 Invective of H-rc-rt (The), 182 Irish Diamond (An), 179 JACK'S Appeal, 53 Jokim and John, 213 Jokim the Cellarer; or, The Blend, 231 Jokim's Latest, 167 Jolly Young Waterman (The), 149 Junius Judex, 74 "KEEP your Hare on!" 137 Kensington Correspondence, 133 Kensington Gardens Small Talk, 129 Kept in the Stable, 138 Key to a Lock (The), 201 Key to the Proposed Heraldic Device, 243 King John at Oxford, 93 King Stork and King Log, 134 Knowledge is Invaluable, 309 Koch Sure! 42 LABOURS for Lent, 73 Land and Brain, 186 "La Rixe," 119 Larks! 48 Last Song (The), 231 Latest in Telegrams (The), 117 Latest "Labor Program" (The), 249 Launce in London, 14 Leaves from a Candidate's Diary, 167, 171, 181, 203, 205, 228, 233, 249, 261, 268, 280, 289 Legal Maxims, 156 Le Prince s'amuse, 297 Lights o' London (The), 87 Listening to the Gentle Kooen, 101 Lost in the Mist of Ages, 21 Lost Sergeant (The), 303 MAGAZINE Manners, 177 Men who have taken Me in—to Dinner, 105, 129, 165 Mere Suggestion for Next Time (A), 143 Merry Green Wood (The), 165 Micky Free in Paris, 177 Mitred Misery, 280 Mixture as Before (The), 265 "Model Husband" Contest, 61 Modern Brigand (The), 297 Modern Types, 73, 185, 196, Moi-Mem, 81 Moltke, 213 More Ibsenity, 125, 138 More Kicks than Halfpence, 171 "Mors et Vita," 195 Mortuary, 293 Most Appropriate, 39, 87 M.P. Manfield, M.P., 97 Mr. Herkomer and Mr. Parnell, 207 Mr. Jonathan and Miss Canada, 131 Mr. Punch's Pocket Ibsen, 136, 148, 157, 172, 184, 193, 208, 220, 241, 253 Mr. Punch's Prize Novels, 13, 28, 37, 85, 100, 112, 169, 229, 244 Mr. Punch to Miss Canada, 107 Mrs. Gingham on the Great 'Bus Question, 297 Mrs. Grundy to Mr. Goschen, 99 Musical Notes, 217, 300 Musical, Theatrical, and Judicial, 288 My Lady, 133 "My pretty Janus, oh, never look so Shy!" 88 NEWEST Nostrum (The), 263 New Prayer-Book Revision, 185 New Tale of a Tub; or, The Not-at-Home Secretary and the Laundresses (The), 290 Nolens Volens, 293 Not Caught Yet! 186 Note by a Nomad, 81 Notes from a Nursery-Garden, 240 Notes on the Royal Academy of 2091, 264 Nothing like Discipline, 205 Not Inside Out, 29 OBVIOUS, 263 "Odd Man Out," 51 Ode to Compensation, 237 "Oh no, we never Mention him! 143 Old Morality's Christmas Cards and New Year Wishes, 6 Old Times Revived, 89 Old Woman and her Water Supply, 81 Ollendorff in London, 160 One Pound Notes, 165 On the River, 289 Operatic Gossip, 27 Operatic Notes, 189, 197, 209, 221, 231, 256, 281 Operatic Puzzle (An), 305 Other Man (The), 201 Our Advertisers, 9, 39, 105 Our Booking-Office, 4, 17, 29, 41, 65, 77, 89, 101, 111, 124, 141, 149, 161, 180, 191, 196, 213, 221, 239, 245, 257, 276, 285, 293 Our Opening (Sun) Day! 167 Our Particular Tip comes off Right, 275 Our Particular Tip for the Derby, 255 Out of School, 108 Overheard at Earl's Court, 237 Oxford and Cambridge Boat-Race, 156 "PALMAM Qui Meruit, Ferat!" 302 Pantomimic Reverie (A), 36 "Paper-Chase" (The), 78 Par about Pictures, 90 Parental Authority, 305 Pars about Pictures, 4, 27 Party Peter Bell (The), 215 Paterfamilias on his Census Paper, 179 Penny for your Thoughts (A), 252 Pick of the Pictures (The), 227 Pink of Courtesy, and a True Blue, 95 Pint of Half-and-Half (A), 48 Pioneer in Petticoats (A), 45 Playing Old Gooseberry at the Hay-market, 52 Playtime for a Doll's House, 65 Plea for the Cart-Horse Parade Society (A), 243 "Please give me a Penny, Sir," 198 Polite Judgment, 21 Political Asides, 306 Politics Up to Date, 11 Presented at Court, 174 Private and Confidential, 150 "Prodigious!" 60 Proposed Old Etonian Banquet (The), 147 Proverbs pro Omnibus, 293 Publisher and his Friends (A), 159 QUEER Queries, 87, 98, 141, 156, 183, 195, 233, 263 Query by Ignoramus, 95 Question of the Knight, 105 "Quite New and Original," 113 RAIKES Rex! 155 Recipe, 267 Remarkable Conversion, 63 Reminiscence of C.K. (A), 27 Repartee to a Spouse, 221 Return of the Wanderer (The), 192 Revelations of a Reveller, 129 Rights and Wrongs of Labour (The), 228 Rights of Counsel (The), 167 Rival "Jarvies" (The), 90 Robert at the Academy, 263 Robert at the Children's Fancy Ball, 218 Robert at the Derby, 273 Robert on English and Foreign Waiters, 239 Robert on Skatin', 57 Robert's Xmas Bankwet, 4 Rolling of the R's (The), 48 "Rouge et Noir!" 54 Rough Crossing (A), 132 SAD Story, 221 Salisbury's Version, 261 "Salvage Man" (A), 51 Same Old Game (The), 108 Savoy Question (A), 215 School of Criticism (A), 147 Seasonable Reply, 21 Semi-Official Introduction, 21 Serenade; or, Over the Garden Wall, 86 Shadows from Mistletoe and Holly, 9 Shah (Lefevre) and the Sultan (The), 35 Shakspeare and the Unmusical Glasses. 113 Shelley Revised, 137 Shipping Intelligence, 114 "Shodkin" (The), 305 Show of the Old Masters at Burlington House, 15 Silent, Shakspeare, 197 Somebody's Luggage, 207 Something in a Name, 123 Something like a Subscription, 49 Song of the Bacillus (The), 144 Songs by a Cynic, 129 Songs of the Unsentimentalist, 189, 195, 205 Sons of Britannia, 195 Sound and Safe, 145 South African Sentiment (A), 93 Specimens from Mr. Punch's Scamp-Album, 77, 97, 121, 240 Still another Chapter of my Memoir, 47 "Strait" Tip (The), 39 Strange, but True, 71 Striking Intelligence, 291 Striking Times, 125 St. Valentine's Eve, 84 "Such a Dawg!", 173 Sullivanhoe!, 76 Summer!, 281 Summery Mummery, 302 "Survival or the Fittest," 17, 78 "Sweet Strife," 198 Sword versus Lancet, 191 TAKEN upon Trust, 161 Taking the Census, 173 Talking by Time, 162 Ten Minutes' Idyl (A), 165 "That Con-foundland Dog!", 162 Theatrical Plunge; or, Taking a Hedda (A), 233 To a Debutante, 141 Their "Ibsen-dixit," 75 "Thermidor" Up to Date, 72 Three Acres and an Egg, 183 To a Complimentary Counsel, 111 To-day's Amusements, 2 Tolstoi on Tobacco, 85 To Mlle. Jane May, 229 Tommy Atkins's Hard Lot, 74 To Mr. Rudyard Kipling, 83, 105 Too Civil by Half; or, Past, Present, and Future, 33 To Rose Norreys as "Nora," 277 To the Queen of Mays, 240 To those it may Concern, 159 Tracks for the Times, 185 Traveller's Friend (The), 285 Triumph of Black and White (The), 133 Tryst (The), 266 Tyrants of the Strand (The), 285 UNDER a Civil Commander-in-Chief, 124 United Service Diary for 1891 (The), 9 Unrehearsed Effect (An), 29 "Up, Guards, and Act 'em!" 173 Upon Afric's Shore, 215 Upper Note (An), 83 Up-to-Date Conversationist, 62 Up-to-Time Table, from the North, 30 VERY Wildest West (The), 269 Vice Versa, 51 Voces Populi, 3, 24, 25, 40, 49, 49, 265, 277, 292 WAIL from the Tub (A), 301 Waking Them Up, 53 Wanted for the Eton Loan Collection, 159 Way of Westminster (The), 160 Welcome Back! 54 What do you Think? 66 What it may Come to, 181 What it may Come to in London, 269 What it will Come to, 180 What's in a Name? 120, 126, 192 What they have been Told down East, 293 "Wherever we Wander," 121 Why should London wait? 254 Wilde Flowers, 125 Wild Welcome (A), 129 Word to Mothers (A), 45 "Worse than Ever!" 42 YANKEE Oracle on the Three-Volume Novel, 195

LARGE ENGRAVINGS.

ADOPTED Child (The), 223 "Advance, Australia!", 127 Alarmed Autocrat (The), 283 All Adrift!, 271 Arbitration, 31 "Blood" versus "Bullion," 235 Bumble at Home, 19 Coriolanus, 103 Fair Exchange (A), 175 Fruit of the Session (The), 295 "General Election Stakes," 259 "Happy New Year!" (A), 7 Hymen, Fin de Siecle, 211 In a Maze, 247 Kept in the Stable, 139 Not Caught Yet!, 187 "Paper-Chase" (The), 79 Parliamentary Aside (A), 307 "Please give me a Penny!", 199 Private and Confidential, 151 "Retire!—What do You Think?", 67 Rival "Jarvies" (The), 91 "Rouge et Noir!", 65 "Sprat to Catch a Whale!" (A), 115 "That Con—foundland Dog!", 163 "Worse than Ever!", 43

SMALL ENGRAVINGS.



AMERICAN Bride amid Roman Ruins, 282 American "Copyright Bill," 131 Ancient Example of Female Masher, 268 Appeal Case in the Lords (An), 82 Applicant for a Boy's Situation, 159 April Fools, 166 Arthur Golfour, 130 Artist's Room good for a Dance, 174 Assisted Education Bill, 280 Author and a Pompous Critic, 28 Authoress and the Looking-Glass, 39 Baccarat Case in Court (The), 279 Barrister in Pugilistic Costume, 9 Bill Sikes and the Electric Light, 87 Block System at Eton, 303 Bobby and the Aristotelian MS., 83 Britannia and the United Service, 194 Butcher, Dog. and Meat, 93 Calendar for 1891, 1 Canoist and Opposition Swan, 146 Census Day Characters, 178 Chaplin and the St. Bernard, 38 Cheap Horse for the Derby (A), 257 Cloak-room Boy and Crush-Hats, 201 Cold Reception; or, Parliament Meeting in a Blizzard (A), 46 Concave Partner Wanted (A), 231 Cricket in the Commons, 155 Crossing-Sweeper and a Big Swell, 255 Crossing-Sweeper and Pavement Artist, 109 Curate who is a Chalybeate, 143 Discontented Jurymen, 59 Doctor's Footman and Visitor, 119 Drawing a Badger, 25 Egotistical Poet and the Papers, 306 Electric Light at St. Stephen's, 70 Engaging a Partner for a Waltz, 114 English Art and her Supporters, 207 English Bookmaker and French Gendarme, 122 Eton Centenary (The), 303 Exchanged Hats (The), 138 Fair American and Two Artists, 258 Fancy Portrait of "General Idea," 195 Faraday Congratulating Science, 309 Fascinating Serpent (The), 158 Fashion's Floralia, 218 Father Time's Vanishing Trick, 12 Fight between Big and Little Guns, 110 Follies of the Year, 10 Foreigner quotes Shakspeare at Dinner, 42 Friends for Forty Years, 123 General Guzzleton doesn't take Tea, 270 Gentleman well thrown off his Horse, 261 Georgie and Mamma's Letter, 171 German who speaks English not well, 263 Gladstone, the Knife-Grinder, 50 Golfour Statue (The), 273 G.O.M. Variety Entertainer (The), 94 Goschen the Wine Merchant, 230 Grand Old Man's Irish Doff, 63 Grandolph the Prodigal, 226 Guards and the Common Army (The), 126 Hamlet, according to Shakspeare, 11 Harcourt and the Hares' Bill, 182 Home Secretary and Laundry-Women, 290 Horse you can Sit on Anywhere (A), 249 Hunting Man's Hat and Scarecrow, 117 Hunting with a Drag, 124 Husband's Departure for Paris (A), 162 Ibsen in Brixton, 215 India and the Russian Bear, 62 Indignant Crossing-Sweeper (An), 191 Inebriate at the Natural History Museum, 167 Inflated Safety Skating Costume, 15 Intelligent Briton and French Blank Verse, 107 Irish O'Rip van Winkle (The), 34 John Bull and Miss India, 206 Jones's Stale Story to Miss Smith, 51 Judge Jeune in Judicial State, 74 King Stork and King Log, 134 Ladies Prig-Sticking, 6 Lady Godiva and the Electric Light, 294 Lady Identifying Artist's Portraits, 30 Landlady and Old Bachelor's Mutton, 275 "La Rixe," 118 Larkins at the Naval Exhibition, 310 Launce and his Dog, 14 Liking her Cheek, 186 Literary Stars, 2 Little Girl and Gentleman Ringing Bell, 27 London University and the Medical Student, 254 Lord Archbishop of Nova Scotia (The), 299 Lord Hartington's different Characters, 298 Lord Randolph's Career, 214 Major O'Gourmand's Dry Champagne, 291 "Matthews at Home," 154 McDougall and the Cambridge Don, 111 Metropolitan Railway Types, 18 Miss Parliament's Dream of a Fancy Ball, 106 Monsieur van de Blowitzown Tromp, 47 Mr. Gladstone's New House, 75 Mrs. Grimwood's Manipur Adventures, 302 New Curate and the High Pulpit, 234 Nobleman's New Racer (A), 237 Old Lady and Linkman in Fog, 99 "On the Scent!" 57 Oysters Frozen in their Beds, 81 Painter's Rejected Picture (A), 219 Painting on a Pocket-Handkerchief, 222 "Paul and Virginia" Umbrella, 8 Pick of the Pictures (The), 227, 238, 243 Political Boating Party in a Lock, 250 Political Military Tournament (A), 286 Pony Treading on Rider's Toe, 210 Post-Office Cuckoo (The), 145 Professor Borax and the Listening Lady, 246 Proposed Heraldic Device for the L.C.C., 242 Psychical Society and 'Cycling, 203 Queen Victoria and her Water Babies, 98 Quiet Time without Omnibuses (A), 297 Raikes' Progress (The), 190 Random Aladdin, 142 Reason for leaving a Theatre early, 213 Removing an Organ-Grinder, 69 Rhodes and Mashonaland, 266 Robert and the German Waiters, 239 Robert Burns v. John Burns, 26 Samples of Salisbury, 262 Sarcastic Bus-Driver and Passenger, 287 Sea-sick Channel Passengers, 153 Sergeant-at-Arms' Dream of Bar of the House, 274 Shah (Lefevre) and the Sultan (The), 35 Shinner Quartette (The), 47 Sir William Variety Harcourt, 202 Skating Curate (A), 66 Skating during a Thaw, 54 Sketch from "L'Enfant Prodigue," 179 Sketch of the Blizzard, 135 Sport in the Snow, 58 Swell going to his Tailor's, 147 Sympathetic Brother Artist (A), 71 Taken cum (Corney) Grain O! 12 Tommy and his Toys in Studio, 102 Trouble in Tom Tiddler's Ground, 278 Twelfth-Night Drawings for Time, 22 Two Cronies discussing Old Friends, 183 Two Influenza Invalids, 292 Two well-matched Horse-Dealers, 90 Uncle Sam serenading Miss Canada, 86 Unsatisfactory Breakfast Bacon (The), 198 Victory Road-Car (The), 267 Volunteer Officer Resigning, 170 Waiters' and Gentlemen's Dress, 95 War Secretary and Army Doctors, 285 Would-be Golf-Player (A), 78 Yankee Lady and the Dead Fox, 83 Young Lady and the Family Dentist, 150 Young Lady instructing in Cookery, 251

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