Punch (99.1890)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[Ootober 25, 1890.

L'ONION FAIT LA FORCE."

John Bull. "NOW, MY DEAR LITTLE PORTUGAL, AS YOU ARE STRONG BE WlSE, OR YOU 'LL QET YOURSELF INTO A PRETTY PlCKLE I "

THE FIRE KING AND HIS FRIENDS.

The Fire King one day rather furious felt,

He mounted his steam-horse satanie ;
Its head and. its tail were of steel, with a
belt

{ With acknowledgments to Monk Lewis and the
Authors of "licjccled Addresses.")
•i w„ v,-rri=T„v ™„ ii v • a- . j p Of riveted boiler-plate proved not to melt

^aStt^S ^ With heat h.»LrW
rttaTnti: =T„? . w^n ! ™e ^ of the King with that flame-faca of

them. The case is one which urgently demands the „. ... -,. , ,

consideration of Parliament, no? only for the pro- \ Was something exceedingly horrid ;
tection of work-people, but even for the protection ! Tfle rami aa it fell on his flight, gave a fizz
of the Metropolis itself. It should never be for- ! Like unbottled champagne, and went off with
gotten that fire constitutes the gravest risk to which a whizz

London is exposed."—The Times. As it sprinkled his rubicund forehead.

The sound of his voice as he soared to the

sky

Was that of a ghoul with the grumbles.
His teeth were so hot, and his tongue was so
dry,

That his shout seemed ;as raucous as though
one should try
To play on a big drum with dumb-bells.

From his nostrils a naphthaline odour outflows,

In his trail a petroleum-whiff lingers.
"With crude nitro-glycerine glitter his hose,
Suggestions of dynamite hang round his no^e,
And guapoivder gr-imeth his fingers.