Punch (95.1888)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 17, 1888.

BEWARE !

Mr. Bull {to Miss America). " Tbust him not. He is Fooling thee 1'

A doubtful Party's whispering thee,

Take care!
He can both false and friendly be,
Beware! Beware!

Trust him not,
He is fooling thee !

He has false eyes, their gleam means crime.

Take care!
He's playing tempter all the time ;
Beware! Beware!

Trust him not,
He is fooling thee !

His hands in blood he 'd fain, imbrue";

Take care!
And what he whispers is not true.
Beware ! Beware!

Trust him not,
He is fooling thee!

He has a lot of votes, of course :
Take care!

He is a fiend without remorse.
Beware ! Beware!

Trust him not,
He is fooling thee !

He '11 give those votes, and promise fair,

Take care!
A demon gift is but a snare.
Beware! Beware !

Trust him not,
He is fooling thee!

!A SAW ILL SET.
Mr. Punch,—The writer of a recent review of Dr. Marston's work
on Actors, adduces the celebrated definition of " Genius " as " an infi-
nite capacity of taking pains," and ascribes it to Lord Beaconsfield.
As you know, it passes for Caklyle's. The house of the late Seer of
Chelsea being tenanted by Spirit-rappers, who are said to have been
invoking him—and Beacousfield, too—at seances, the Mediums
could easily set then to settle their respective claims to the above
saying, if necromancers are not impostors, and if both the statesman

and the philosopher would either of them care to be credited with a
stupid observation. But it is unlikely that any ghost walks in
Cheyne Walk.

Why, Mr. Punch, you, yourself, the greatest Genius living, must
of course, well know that, so far from being a capacity for taking any
pains at all, Genius is an endowment which enables anybody to do
without effort marvels and prodigies which nobody else could achieve
whatever pains they could possibly take. Only think of Handel
and Mozart performing and composing music almost before they
were out of their frocks and trousers! Of Pope, who "lisped in