Punch: Punch (60.1871)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[May 27, 1871.

TO THE DERBY.

THE START.

Uncle Ben, on the Box with George, is bent on En'joying himself.
Clara and Charlie Clipper appear likely to do the same.

Fanny Fairlegh is fancying her sun-shade will save her erom freckles ; and Mp>s. CtEORGE, WHO " chaperones ' thk

Party, feels sure there will not be so much Champagne wasted this Year, as last, when George took a "Man Party"
down by Rail.

Scotland), and is known as the scene of a battle between the Covenanters and
the Eoyalists in 1679, when the former were defeated by the Duke of
Monmouth. Still less (if there can be less than not doing a thing) do I come
to Bothwell, who was tried for complicity in the murder of Mary Queen
of Scots' husband Darnley (or the Field of the Cloth of Gold), and some-
how acquitted. He, however, ran with the utmost speed when the Scottish
nobles rose (like rose-nobles) ; and if his namesake imitates him, why the
horse that wins must be a clinking good one. Why clinking, I have no idea,
as that means making a small sharp sound," but it seems knowing and
horsey to use slang, however idiotic. Bothwell was the Favourite of poor
Queen Mary. But he used her very ill. I do not believe in the doctrine
of metempsychosis to the extent of thinking that he has passed into the body
of the Derby Favourite, or I should certainly do what he did to Darnley,
namely, blow him up.

Dost apprehend me, my Pensive ? Hast arrived at the solution of my
mystery ? What says my brother poet, glory of America r—

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the Seven Divine ;

But thou, meek lover of the good,
Invest in I. v.v. and Nine.

A Bold Offer.

"It is affirmed (says the Echo) that a Parisian gentleman has offered
200,000 francs (£8000) to any one who will bring M. Thiers alive into
Paris."

Possibly before these lines are read, the Duke of Magenta will
be in a position to claim the money. If not, a German General is
thought to have a good chance.

SHABBY VIEW OF A SWEEP.

Farewell, my five shillings—farewell, my five "bob,"
I have drawn the wrong horse—I have made a bad job.
Farewell, my five shillings—farewell, my five s,
I might much more have lost—could have scarcely lost less.

Farewell, my five shillings—farewell, my " caroon,"
Into this world I came, bringing no silver spoon ;
Wasn't born to good luck. A man doesn't refuse
To take part in a Sweep—but I went in to lose.

Farewell, my five shillings—no ruinous loss,

Such as sporting men risk when they back " that 'ere 'oss."

I can practise economy, clip, shave, and pare,

And contrive by retrenchment the money to spare.

Farewell, my five shillings—new boots I '11 postpone,
I will wear the hat quite out that seedy has grown.
On a chop, for awhile, I'll continue to dine,
And I '11 substitute beer with my dinner for wine.

Farewell, my five shillings—enough on a Race
Thrown away, but the money no need to replace
Will us losers to steal or embezzle impel—
Can you all say as much ? My five shillings, farewell.

A Horse to Run Hereafter.

A good name for a promising foal was suggested during the late
inclement weather bv an Ostler, in making a general observation
when he had a cold in the head. He remarked that the Horse was a
noble Hannibal.