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PREFACE.

PUNCH'S PLUM PUDDING.

EgcxS (Golden) from the bird, the property of Mother Goose ; with the Egg of a Phoenix—the only one
^ ever laid—taken from a nest of Cinnamon-sticks, and found in a Nutmeg Tree, in Arabia Felix.

Beat well in a crystal bowl with a spoon of satin-wood.
Suet from the Ten Thousand Prize Oxen fattened by order of Poor-Law Commissioners, for

Christmas Fare in all the Unions. Chop with the Sword of Justice.
Flour ground from wheat grown in every corner of the world, presented by Ceres, the Goddess of Free Trade.
Brandy, benignly winked at (" on this occasion only") by Father Mathew.
Lemon Peel from the Gardens of the Hesperides.
Raisins from Valencia, and packed in liquidated Spanish Bonds.

Jamaica Pepper freely contributed by free Negroes, (all grateful and enlightened readers of Punch.)
Salt sent to Punch by the East India Company, as a sample of the untaxed material henceforth to

be enjoyed by the Ryots of Hindostan.
Currants (from Zante) the gift of King Otho, and—to use his Majesty's own words—"as a small,

but sincere acknowledgment of the Constitutional Wisdom derived, by him from the pages of Punch"
Spices that will embalm wit and good humour for ages.

Milk—of Human Kindness ; get it where you can—and when got, make the most of it.

It has been said of a cake, you cannot eat it and have it. Now it is especially otherwise with
Punch's Plum Pudding ; for, though always eating that, you always possess it: it fills you—warms you—
makes your blood dance merrily down to your toes (no slight advantage this at the present season), and is
never diminished. Devour every bit of it to-night, and you find it whole upon your shelf in the morning.

We have given the ingredients. Well, then, mix them-No—no—no. None but Punch can do

this ; and in this happy season Punch will mock no man with impossible counsel. However, as none save
Punch can make this Pudding, so are there none so liberal with the blessing when compounded.

Witness his generosity. Here, you fellow, kicking your legs upon the wall of China—you Esqui-
maux, stop your rein-deer, and come out of your sledge—in a word, all the Human Race—every one of

yOU-take a slice.