Punch (95.1888)

PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[July 14, 1888.

MR. PUNCH'S PARALLELS. No. 8.

THE BICENTENARY OF THE ARMADA.

Captain Charles Befesford. " Gadso ! Belay ! and avast heaving) ! My dear eyes ! The Enemy's in sight !
Drake Hamilton. " Ifakins ! and by my halidom ! but we will finish our Little Game first !"

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THE NEW ARMADA

AND THE NICE LITTLE GAME OF DUCKS-AND-DBAKES.

(As it might have been written in the picturesque and patriotic pages of a
WW " Westward Ho!")
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Ir the reader were a student of political men and machinery, he
would have found few more curious companies on whom to exercise

his discernment than he might have seen in the little terrace howling-
green on this afternoon of July. Chatting in groups or lounging
over the low wall, as though on the riverside terrace at St. Stephens,
were gathered many notable men—and some less than notable—of
the British Senate, the posse comitates of England's (more-or-less)
worthies.

See those five talking fleeringly in a ring. Those sleepy eyes, that
pointed chin you recognise already; they are A-e B-e's. The