Punch (94.1888)

Matxti i, 18£8.]

PUNCH, OS THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

99

°UR GRANDOLPH, AS DIOGENES, SEARCHING FOR AN HONEST MAN IN SPRING GARDENS.

aminfc ^n v*sib!e surprise). Pardon, I present myself for ex-
T?11 as desired. Have I then permission to retire ?
a Z' t J-' No' M'shieu the Accushed, you {hie) have not. (With
into tviVn9 dignity.) Misherable young man . . you have fallen
tnn J. l. •ttre sno cunningly prepared for you! . . You have taken
when t+ ^-yoii are inebriated-losht! . . Yesh, tremble, then,
tineo^i- you y°u can no longer 'pend upon your nashural shelf-
. n~Iyour brainsh ish clouded with al-(/«c)-alcoroll . . .
>a„»& \ at,Tmy mershy, Shir! {Here M. le Juge puffed with
w»fv, L°wme er refill your glash! I-I don' know what I

h~»H g;°m S^ay nexsht! . But yesh-itsh that! (With a paternal
duwi YounS man-1 miKht Profit by y°ur dishgrashf al con-

_ un • • • extort admishuns of a culpability exceshive —bat I'm

'fraid . . . {Here M. le Juge expanded into a smile of a charming
sweetness.) I'm fraid I m hi too shleepy thish evening . . •
Enshanted to've sheen you. To the pleashur of meetin' ymi 'gain
s'mother 'cashion. Thish inquiry ish {hie) adjourned. Usher—
pashbol'!

[Here M. le Juge refuged himself in an immobility almost
statuesque, and the Accused was removed, smiling with
gratitude of the most profound.

Confessions op a Ptolisheb.—These confessions, not being full,
are unsatisfactory. For once, John Strange Winter has nipped a
good idea in the_ bud, which would not be strange for an ordinary
Winter; but this Winter is a very uncommon one. _