Punch (92.1887)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [Febbuaby 19, 1887.

IN REDUCED CIRCUMSTANCES.

Toor Crystal Palace. " Beg Pardon, kind Gen'l'm, couldn't you spake a Triple for me, this Jubilee Year ? I've seen Better Days ! '*

Albem the Good and. the year 'Fifty-One, the great Cosmopolitan
era of Progress, [edacious old Ogress ?

Have they no spell, Sirs, to rescue me yet from Oblivion's maw, the
Truly the Spirit of Paxton might plead for me, say that the thought

of my death is a scandal.
Would not Her Majesty—bless her!—object, for the sake of her

Consort ? And how about Handel ?
Oh! by the hack hair of Manns, do be merciful! Oh! by the

memory of Titiens, take pitv!
All country cousins should plead in my favour, the guests of your
great but grim-visaged old City

Please to remember the Crystal Palace ! Only once in fifty years !
Am I alone to be out in the cold, gentle Sirs, as Her Majesty's Jubilee
nears ?

Everyone now is a-touting for everything, Church Houses, Institutes,
Hospitals, Towers.

Has no one a good word for me and my gardens, my fun and my
fireworks, my fountains and flowers'?

Am I to become as Extinct as my Animals ? Pass, like my Mam-
moth and Ichthyosaurus ?

Go, like the ghosts in my Courts and my Temples, vanish like
Kameses, hook it like Hoots ?