Punch (88.1885)

Apbil 4, 1885.]

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

i But it’s issued with my entire

BlesRs YOU r-ZTur. *"* *■

Oh ! wherefore came they forth from their Island West by N ortli,

"With their swnwlo « - a *l'" - ’

___ .ut<f iUHUilUUl LUCAl XSi-ttUU YV ebb 03 .

their swords and their guns, and their raiment, gray and
red?

Why Aeabi did they rout, and what have they been about,

With their money, which is gone, and their heroes, who are dead (

Oh, evil was the root, and hitter is the fruit,

And crimson is the dye of the Desert, slaughter-trod;

They have not been wise or strong, they have gone exceeding wrong,
They who sit in our high places, and rule us with their nod.

They blunder, late or soon, things seem ever out of tune—

Now they gather once again for another partv shine :

n/1 A. ’ ®

—j gbbuuci uuuB again ior anoinsr party sDinG , .

And the Grand Old Man is there, with his sparse and silvery hair,
And Ashmead and Sir Michael, and Stai'ft, the benign.

“ Why are we ever bored with Egypt and the sword.

We who love not Intervention, and who never want to fagnt <

So the murmuring breaks out—will it swell into a shout ?—

From the men below the Gangway, upon the Speaker's right.

And hark! like the roar of the surf upon the shore,

The cry of anger rises along the Tory line ;

“ G. shall not have applause, though persuasively he jaws.

Out on his mad Convention! out on those Millions nine ! ”

Geese ! It’s little good to scold. Tf.wfik must have the gold,

And the Sultan slily stands just aside—his usual way—

And he whispers—ounning fox!—■“ There’s a bit for your strong box;
The game has my 1 authority,’ and so it’s sure to pay! ”

He looks so smug and meek, though his tongue be in his cheek,

And his fingers rather itch. But need Tewfik greatly reck
When the G. 0. M. stands there, so demure and debonair.

And hands him—From the Firm—that most handy “ Little
Cheque” ?

HIS WORD’S AS GOOD

AS HIS BOND.’’

\jJ 1 ■