Punch (61.1871)

OUR NURSES.

Experienced Night Nurse {sternly). "Come, come, Sib! yott must Stop that horrid Noise. If you keep Wheezing and Snoring

like that all NlGHT, HOW am I TO get TO sleep ! ! "

THE IRISH SECEDER.

" Home Rule ! " Divil fetch the contemptible phrase ;

Why flinch from " Repeal's " old profession ?
If a plainer yon want, then the Rebels' flag raise,

And alter " Repeal" to " Secession."

" Home Rule ! " 'Tis a purpose I scorn and disdain ;

I spit on the denomination.
What, " Local Self-Government " is it ye mane :

For Ireland " No Centralisation" ?

And is that a cry for a nation to own ?

And herself, then, will proud Erin humble,
To a par with St. Paneras or Marylebone,

And borrow her slogan from Bumble ?

Home Rule 's_a poor fib which 'tis idle to tell,

Disunion's intent let us cherish.
We will ruin Great Britain, if Ireland as well,
, Or in tbe attempt, boys, we '11 perish.

THREE TO ONE (TOAST).

Has the number of Her Majesty's Advisers been increased without
the knowledge of the Public and the sanction of Sir Charles
Dure P We ask the question, because at the annual "Colston"
dinner of the Dolphin Society, at Bristol, "The health of Her
Majesty's Ministers" was acknowledged by Mr. Chichester
Fortescue—with the utmost propriety as one of their body—by
Mr. Winterbotham:,—who though not in the Cabinet is attached
to the Administration,—and by Mr. Marling, M.P., -whose name
—and we have searched every available Calendar, Court Guide,
Directory, Almanack, B,ed Book, Blue Book, and Hand-book—we
cannot find anywhere mentioned in connection with the smallest
Government appointment.

THE " IRISHMAN " IN TROUBLE.

Poor Mr. Pigott, proprietor of the Irishman, has been sentenced,
by Chief-Justice Whiteside, to four months' imprisonment for
allowing the publication of an article justifying the murder of
Taxbot. It was one of a series thus described by the Chief-
Justice :—

" The lesson these articles sought to impress upon the readers of the
Irishman was the hideous, impious, and blasphemous one, that the man who
shot an informer was not alone no criminal, but a hero worthy of honour."

The telegram which contained the foregoing comprised also the
following melancholy information about poor Mr. Pigott :—

" Mr. Lawless, the solicitor of Mr. Pigott, having visited him in prison
to-night, states that he found him confined in one of the felons' cells, and
that his fare would be the ordinary prison diet, and unless he paid for that he
must work for it. Mr. Lawless further says he was informed by the governor
that Mr. Pigott's hair would be cut and his whiskers shaved off, and that he
would be attired in the prison dress to-morrow. The prisoner will only be
allowed to see visitors once in three months."

Such a statement as the above, coming from Ireland, of course
required no confirmation. Justice Whiteside has, however, directed
the Governor of Richmond Gaol to allow poor Mr. Pigott to wear
his own clothes. Still, the circumstances of poor Mr. Pigott are
such as should inspire a class of Irish newspaper proprietors with
sincere sympathy with him. Let us hope that sympathy will be so
keen, and so strong, that it will cause them to avoid placing them-
selves, by incurring the responsibility which poor Mb. Pigott in-
curred for incautious journalism, in poor Mb. Pigott's position.

Mobal Thought by Mrs. Malaprop {after sharing with a Lady
Friend a bottle of Veuve Clicquot). " Ah, dear me, well, the pleasures
of life are sweet; but how soon they pass away ! how effervescent
they are!"

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