Punch (94.1888)

234 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 19, 1888.

THE QUESTION OF THE DAY.

Mrs. Wistful. "What Happ? People you are, to have Six nice Daughters! What Resources for your Oid Age!"
Mr. Quiverful. "Yes. Resources enouoh ! But the Difficulty, nowadays, consists in Husbanding one's Resources 1'

"THEEB JOLLY POST-BOTS!"

Three jolly Post-boys were drinking at the " Dragon,"
Eaoh of them considered he'd a big success to brag on ;

And they determined,

Gleefully determined,

Triumphantly determined
To push about the flagon.

"Landlord, fill the flowing bowl, until it runs over 1
Each of us, in season, of good tipple is a lover;

There are not three thirstier boys,

Bibulously thirstier boys,

Gloriously thirstier boys.

From here away to Dover I"

Smith—a steadier rider never threw his leg o'er leather;
Goschen—he was game to pound through every kind o' weather ;

Ritchie—lad of promise he.

They were full of mirth and glee;

Never a more jovial three
Took the road together.

" Here is our first stage I" they cried; "we may take an easy.
Pace we have put on, my boys, will make opponents queasy.

If you'd see three Post-boys proud,

Post-boys jubilant and proud,

Post-boys with good reason proud,
Gentlemen, us three see !

" Rivals swore we couldn't ride together,—bound to quarrel.

' They must oome a cropper soon,' they muttered; ' that's a moral.'

All their nasty temper, boys,

Spiteful jealous temper, boys,

Beastly bitter temper, boys;
Blend of rue and sorrel.

"Though we've come a spanking pace, our nags' reserve force
fund '11

Prove that over a long course we boys know how to trundle.
And the luggage—'tisn't light—
Travels safe; that Budget's tight,
And the L. G. B. 's all right,
Though a biggish bundle.

" As to t'other—'National Defences' bag—we find, boys,
That it is a lumping load, and for our nags a grind, boys ;

But, although its weight may irk,

"We must f aoe that piece of work,

And, whatever else we shirk,

Can't leave that behind, boys 1

" Steady does it; be the road to China or to Chiswick.
Patienoe cures the (Party) gout, the colic, and the phthisic ;

And it is allowed to be,

Commonly allowed to be,

By the wise allowed to be,
The very best of physic.

" Push the flagon round, my boys! A man may be too sober.
We are not the lads to shirk a draught of sound October.

Fill the bumper, oraok the joke.

We 're not Wilfrids ; a good soak

Will not hurt our British oak ;
Genuine quercus robur.

" Presently again we '11 mount our postohaise smart and yellow,
For the moment let us tope until we 're ripe and mellow.

He who toils, and tipples too,—

Like myself, dear boys, and you—

Lives as a man ought to do,

And dies a jolly fellow." [Left drinking.

Change of Name.—Tn the Divisional Court, before Mr. Justice
Brett, appeared, in Wrench v. Wrench—a wrenoh asunder—one
Mr. Cannot as counsel for the petitioner. It is an unfortunate
name. " Who will take the case r " asks the client of her solicitor.
" He, Cannot," answers her adviser. " Can not! shall not," indig-
nantly exclaims the fair client. Now wouldn't it be better if
Mr. Cannot changed his name to Mr. Non Possumus ? Or, to make
it still more singular, why not Mr. Non Possum ? If these hints
won't do, say Mr. Karnt.

N.B.—No. 22 in the Royal Aoademy, by Frank Holl, R.A..
representing "Sir Andrew Clark—'or his equivalent,'"—and
that's Holl about it.