Punch (28.1855)

232 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

HOW MR. POPPLEWIT ENJOYED (?) A DAY^S ROOK SHOOTING-PART J.

Unaccustomed as he is to Crossbow Shooting,

Mr. POPPLEWIT DISCOVERS IT IS SOMEWHAT STIFFER
WORK THAN HE EXPECTED,

— Succeeds at all events in bringing down
Something.

“THE WARMEST WELCOME AT
AN INN.”

Sir George Grey, waited upon by a depu-
tation of the Tavern-keepers, gave our hosts
the best and kindest advice. Mu. Burrell,
chairman of the Association, boldly put it to
Sir George (the Right Hon. Bart, is, of
course, a member of the Athenaeum) asking—
“Did not Club-houses keep open on Sundays,
in which the same things that Tavern-keepers
supplied were used F ”

Sir George made answer.—“ Only to mem-
bers of the Clubs. You might invite your
friends, and entertain them.”

Is not this a great opening for hospitable
Publicans ? it is quite right that the torlorn

And rather more jarring to his nerves
than is agreeable;

His next attf.mpt is more Successful :
but the Bird in falling

AND PUTS AN END TO HIS DAY’S SHOOTING
BY ITS EFFECT UPON HIS EYES AND SPECTACLES.

He therefore exchanges with a

FRIEND FOR A KlFLE, AND TAKING
AIM AS STEADILY AS HIS STATE OF
MIND WILL LET HIM—

party with neither interest nor means to assure
himself election to a Club, where he may take
his ease, his wine, brandy, and cigars into the
bargain, during the otherwise prohibited hours
of Sunday,—it is socially right and equitably
just that this benighted creature should not
be permitted, even with the shillings in his
pocket, to give his orders at the “ Cat-and-
Bagpipes,” although at the same time the
Hon Mr. Pitzchick with his friend, young
Spoons, may enjoy the weed at the Parnassus.
What then ? asks Sir George Grey. May
you not be hospitable? Tavern-keepers and
Publicans as you are, may you not invite your
friends F May you not stand treat, opening
your hearts, although keeping up your shutters?
The logic is conclusive.

.ZEsculapius's Rod.

lx may he fairly inquired whether the regulations of the Army and
' Navy in regard to the surgeons of either of the two services can be
with reason expected to provide either the one or the other with any
medical staff much preferable to the old gold-headed cane.

Conjugal Candour.

“Oh! I’ve no patience with my husband, my dear. He’s such a
Silly! Would you believe it ? but he went to the Town Hall last night
to hear Mozart’s Requiem, and be put a quantity of wool into his ears,
because he was afraid of catching cold.”