Punch (15.1848)

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PREFACE.

cease to yell Mourir pour la patrie; but do the best to Vivre pour la patrie. Trance has died often enough : it is
now high time to try to live.

Austria will plant olives throughout, and disband her armies. Mortars will be turned into beehives; and
lances into vine-poles. We already see Jellalich and Windischgratz promoted from the field of glory to the field
of turnips.

Prussia will march on softly and comfortably in the path of Constitutional Freedom—a path carpetted with the
best of Berlin wool, worked with excellent designs.

The Pope, having read the following notice in Punch :—" If Pius will return, all will be forgotten; his absence
is not yet generally known:"—the Pope, we say, having read this, goes back ; and makes haste to secure his triple
crown with the best lloman cement.

Naples does nothing but eat maccaroni; and Sicilians and Neapolitans do not eat one another. Ferdinand's
lucifer sceptre changes into a sugar-stick.

Spain is prouder than ever; and never with such good reason—She pays her debts.

AVe hear nothing of Russia; and from some folks, no news is the best of newTs.

John Bull has been very economical, and very busy. He has wholly discharged a good many idlers; and
others he has put upon small pensions, to let them die comfortably out. But to think of John's business all 1849 !
He hasn't had a moment's rest, orders from customers at home and abroad coming so thick upon him. And the fine
old fellow—for John, after all, is never without hope—anticipating this, has already taken off his hat and, having had
a Merry Christmas, (pray shout with him) shouts for—

" A Happy New Year."

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