Punch: Punch (76.1879)

78 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [February 22, 1879.

CHEAP!

Landlady. " How .shall I make out the Biil for this Anns' in the Parlour, John ? Shall I call him 'Mb.' or 'Esquire' ? "
Landlord. "Oh, you may write him 'Esquire,' and charge him 'Ai.f a Sovereign extry ! "

DIRTY v\

Yes, things look queer, the sky is drear,

The clouds show little signs of breaking.
But what of that ? Away with fear !

The good ship's crew's averse to quaking.
She labours, ay ! In such a sea

A bark so laden's no mere feather.
" But she has threshed through worse," says he,
The Captain stout. " You '11 not dash me
With dirty weather!

"I've had some tastes of such before.

Whilst I've good sea-room, I Tl not funk it.
Scj ualls oft have tried the old ship sore,

. But, Lord be praised, have not yet sunk it.
Keep up your hearts! I hold the helm.
t Preserve good watch, and pull together ;
Nor angry seas shall yet o'erwhelm
The stout old barkey, British Realm,
Nor dirty weather ! "

rEATHER.

"Aye, aye, Sir ! " Punch replies, " that tone
Than weak eye-piping better fits you.

Hold on that tack, you 11 hold your own,
Though o'er the bows a stiff sea hits you.

Queer steering may have helped storm's work.
No matter. Taut keep duty's tether,

Let none his share of that dare shirk.

And we '11 ride safe through mist and mirk
Of dirty weather.

" We've lost some hands—God rest each soul!

Swept swift to death,—it sorely grieves us.
Their late which thins our muster-roll,

A bigger share of duty leaves us.
Blow high, blow low, straight on we go,

No halt, no hoisting the white feather !
Keep up your hearts! Aloft, a-low,
What Sailor, in devotion's glow,

Funks dirty weather ? "

"TELL THAT TO THE MARINES."

We want sober, steady, strong, and seasoned men, to supply the
grievous gap left by defeat and disaster in our line of Southern
African defence. The Marines,—2,000 of the best infantry and 800
of the best artillery, in the English service,—are ready and willing
to volunteer for this ugly and urgent duty.

"Per mare, per terras"—is the motto of the Corps, the most
unflinching, unwavering, unconquerable, incorruptible, and un-
favoured body of men in the British Army.

" You are wanted at the front." Tell that to the Marines, and in
the front you will find them.

"You are like to be out-numbered and over-matched." Tell that
to the Marines, and they will turn a deaf ear; or if they hear, they
won't believe you.

We all know the " Sodgers " —their rank and file, steady,
sturdy, true to their duty, and faithful to their flag and their officers
under all circumstances, and against all provocations : their officers
good men and true, gallant soldiers, poor, for the most part,
unfashionable, unpetted, and uncomplaining, and known to the
Swelldom of the Service as " empty bottles "—well-explained as
'' good fellows that have done their duty, and are ready to do it
again." Here are evidently the men, of all John Bull's armed
sons, to tackle the Zulu, and face the odds and hardships of a
wild country and a dangerous service. You have only to " Tell that
to the Marines," and see if the Marines don't tell that to Cetewayo
and his warriors in very unmistakable language.

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