Punch (94.1888)

S6

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [February 25, 1888

KIND UNCLE SARUM.

Uncle Sarum. "Theke Micky, my boy. don't touch that nasty Jam, it'll make you in such a mess: and iibke's a nice
' Slice of Pudding_to stoc your mouth with I"

Oh, what stories they've told of you, Micky, my boy,

They who wish Tory troops all disbanded I
Thit in GL 0. M. Jam you can take any joy,

That by sugared decoys you are "landed,"
That Home (Rule) made Jam, my dear Mick, is a sham,

Its conoocter is simply half erazy.
What, you cock an eye at his cupboard ? Oh, fie!

Come, Micky dear, can't you be aisy ?

I tell you, dear boy, you are at the wrong jar.

Try my Sweets, they 're the true Sweets—of Office.
This Cabinet Pudding is nicer by far

Than Dame Gladdy's treacles and toffies.

'Tis merest moonshine to their side to incline,

You must be a regular daisy.
They '11 just " wipe your eye," if their stickjaw you try.

Arrah, Micky, now, can't you be aisy ?

"With me and brave Abthub what times you have spent.

We are making the biggest success, too.
With that sickly stodge you can ne'er be content;

It will make you in such a fine mess, too.
Lean to W. G. ? That's all fiddle-de-dee.

I know you 're not greedy, or lazy.
Try this lovely plum-duff ; it is really prime stuff.

Join in, MiCKr, and then take it aisy I