Punch (98.1890)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[April 12, 1890.

AT SEA IN AN EASTER EGQ-SHELL.

An at sea in an (Easter) egg,

Like a Witch of the good old days !
What is it moves you, my Puck, I beg ?
Say, is it purpose, or simple craze ?
There is nous and pluck
In our modern Puck,
And many admire him, and some wish him
luck;

But the Men of Gotham reached no good goal

By going to sea in an open howl.
The business of brewing storms may do
For a Witch, my G Randolph, but scarce
for you,

And the Petrel-part, pliyed early and
late,

Must spoil a man for a Pilot of State.
The knowing Nautilus sets her sails
In a way to weather the roughest gales ;

But an egg for bark, with an imp for crew,
To navigate Polities' boundless blue,

Looks crank and queer;

Drifting comes dear—
It may pay for a day, but scarce for a year.
A. Puck-like sprite it may please to see
" All things befall preposterously."
But pure perversity soon out-pegs,
(x Randolph, "as sure as eggs is eggs! "

All Through London fob a Shilling.—The Fine Art Society and each subtlety of its colour. Just a hundred pictures this clever
in Bond Street, has a marvellous exhibition in the London-picture3 j artist shows, and everyone is a portrait of an old friend. This Gallery
by Herbert Marshall—he ought to be called f jr ever afterwards | is the very place to take country cousins to. Just turn them loose
the City Marshall — so well does he understand all moods of our here for a couple of hours, and they will get a better idea of what Lon-
great city, so admirablycm he translate every phase of its atmosphere, ■ don is really like, than if they stopped in the Metropolis for a month.