Punch: Punch (97.1889)

PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[July 20, 1889.

DISINTERESTED COUNSEL.

There’s Nothing more for You to no I”

The Pyramids ? Why, they are French, there’s uo doubt of it.

Centuries forty still sit there and wait
For the advent of France the Deliverer! Come out of it!

Leave the poor Fellahs to merciful fate _

And the generous Frank! Swish your tail, yes, and roar !

But I shall not let go, you intrusive old bore !

The Bondholders’ bliss and the Fellaheen’s freedom
Will both he secured, if you leave it to me.

Your services ? Bah! They don’t value or need ’em ;

It’s all British bunkum, pure fiddle-de-dee.

Take the tip of the Rads and their own Grand Old Man,—

Bid a long last farewell to the dismal Soudan.

Poodle (pulling Lion’s tail). “ Come away !

0 it , come along do ! Why on earth should you linger ?

You are such a selfish and stolid old brute.

In everyone’s pie you’d be popping a finger,

You want to play umpire in every dispute.

Fresh pretexts you find for prolonging your stay,

Where nobody wants you at all. Come away !

You’d stay in the land of the Copt—if I’d let you—

As long as the Pyramids. I know your style.

It would get along better without you, I bet you
My bottomest dollar. Go back to your Isle,

You big, hushy-headed old buffer, go back !

There will never he peace on the Nile till you pack.