Punch: Punch (15.1848)

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THE PAELIAMENTAEY TOOTS.

Mrs. Blimber (D'Isr-tt). "I think it convenient, Toots, to say to you, this, I will conclude by observing, Toots—you know my classical taste—tin:'

before the young gentlemen disperse, that you appear to me to have reached the I think if I could have seen Cicero, that pure Caucasian, in his retiremei

low-water mark of general contempt, and that there is not the least probability at Tusculum—beau-ti-ful Tusculum !—I could now die as contented as I a

of your ever gaining another inch towards flood-time again. All your friends ever likely to be."

are ashamed of you ; all your enemies rejoice over you; everybody is tired of Toots (Jt-ss-U) confused. "It's of no consequence, thank you. It's a'

you. In fact, Toots, you are, if I may express myself plainly, an unmitigated right. It's not of the least consequence in the world. Nothing is of am

humbug, and a hoax. And now that I have relieved my mind by mentioning consequence, anywhere ; I'm much obliged to you."