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July to December, 1848
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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to England her beloved uncle—that unsqueezeable orange—to take of
ADVERTISEMENT. j him a few lesson s upon Church and State. As it was, Her Majesty—

though he could never forget the Maynooth Grant and the potato
blight that grew out of it—as it was, he would not refuse the Queen
the benefit of his prayers.
The next toast was—

"Protestant Ascendancy in Church and State,"

Air.—" March to the battle-field."

The Assistant Secretary returned thanks. He said it had beeu asked
what was really, and truly, and defini'ely intended by Protestant
Ascendancy P It was this: that in throwing the State dice, Protestant
Ascendancy should always come up sixes. Now, this could never be
left to chance. Ceitainly not. How, then, effect it P Why, by loading
the die ; not with lead, but with a heavier metal—gold. {Loud Cheers;
in the middle of which the table, that had long groaned tcith every delicacy
of wine and dessert, broke down ; the lights went out; and the brethren,
tumbling one over the other, each man illustrated to his utmost, his personal
desire for Protestant Ascendancy)

ANGELA will merely allow herself to observe, that 'busses run from
Brixton to the Bank every day, Tuesday next, at 12, included. This
much, however, she will say: the weather having set in cold, it is quite the
season to wear a Chinchilly Victorine, and a velvet mantle. P. S. Damask

A KINDLY CAUTION TO TRESPASSERS.

The pleasantest and dullest road to Richmond—we adapt our des-
cription to all tastes—is that which leads over Hammersmith Bridge
through Barnes and Mortlake. There is the peaceful repose—or the
extreme dreariness—about portions of it, of quiet, solemn park-scenery.
Going to Richmond by this road you will remark, to the left, within
three quarters of a mile from the town, a sign-post, directing you
through a bye-lane, to the Star and Garter. You will take that path,
which is also the lonelier and rr.ora agreeable, because it will be the
nearest to your destination, inasmuch as jou are bound to dine with a
party of friends at, the tavern just mentioned, You pursue your
journey in anticipation of a choice banquet and a glorious sunset, an

roses in cottage. j outlook on the valley of the Thame?, which will suggest the happiest

____1 imaginings, and the delightful reality of one of the best dinners in the

T-'-1--J world before you. You are in the most amiable frame of mind possible—

on excellent terms with vourself and all mankind. In these disposi-

THE DRAGON'S-BLOOD ORANGE CLUB. ";, l1?' y?.uTr goal iV'-T' m\d¥?l -e,weeri li fttbe humbler hos\eb7

ot the Lass of Richmond Hill, on your left, surmounting a high
A magnificent supper was eaten on the 5th of November by this W&H you will observe a Board inscribed with the subjoined benevolent

Club, in commemoration of the unexploded gunpowder of Guy | notification. We have transcribed it verbatim et literatim:—

Fawkes. The Chair was taken by Brother Och Murther. He

made an elegant address. Rising, he observed—
There was nothing in the world (after a good supper) like the

Christian virtues. He was proud to say, he saw the table full of ihem.

There was not a Brother there who did not think every PapLt a

scoundrel; and who did not believe that the curse of Ireland was the

Catholic religion. That, blot, however, should be scratched out—if

necessary, by the point of the sword. He was a Christian, and a man

of peace; and as such, his cry was—" War to the knife, and no sur-
render!" He was very sorry for Queen Victoria. He wished to

speak of the gentlewoman with the deference of a loyal subject and the

politeness of an Irishman; but this he must say of Her Majesty—no;

on second thoughts, he would not say it; but he would not shrink

STEEL TRAPS and SPRING GUNS
are placed in thefe grounds to catch
ROGUES and THIEVES
and if they efcape the Traps and Guns Persons ivilh
LOADED FIRE-ARMS
are always on the Watch to fire at them
It is hoped all Perfons
will take kindly this Notice

from his duty. He would give the following toast:— iHJHr" and not trefpafs on these Premifes

" Queen Victoria, and may she speedily return to the upright
principles which placed her illustrious family on the British throne!"

Air.—" Why are you wandering here, Lpray?"

The Chairman next gave—

" The Notorious, Glorious, and Uxorious Memory of the immortal
King William the Third ! "

Air.—" Old King Cole."

This toast was drunk with three Irish howls, every Brother going
down upon his knees, and—ere he tossed off his glass—knocking his
head thrice upon the floor. A few enthusiasts took the sawdust out of
the spittoons, and—to show their sorrow for their loss—sprinkled it
upon their heads. The effect of this was very impressive.

The next toast was—

" Ernest, King of Hanover."

Air.—" 'Tis the last Rose of Summer."

This toast was, of course, honoured< by very many "Bravos." Brother
O'Blather, a distinguished locksmith, returned thanks. He said—
the King or Hanover was a great King. In the present Cimmerian
darkness of the Continent, when the sweet firmament of rational
liberty was obscured by the pestilential fogs of Popery—in the present
hour of Stygian gloom, it was a pity that Ernest, like Romeo in the

play, could not be cut into little stars, that he might at one and the bright reflection in the vernon gallery,

same time twinkle over twenty kingdoms. And oh! wouldn t it be a

great day for Ireland, if Queen Victoria—whom he wished to speak There is so little light in this place that it is quite impossible to see
of with the least—he meant, at least—respect, if she would only invite a single R.A.(y).

This precious relic of the olden time—which probably has long ou<-
lived the old boy who reared it—is slowly yielding to decay. Perhaps
it is destined soon to fall before the hand of innovation and improve-
ment. As a tribute to the memory of the venerable individual whose
spirit yet survives in his Not ice. Punch thus throws the halo of his own
immortality around this interesting monument of crusty exclusiveness.

Astronomical Intelligence.

Saturn has lately been appearing in public without his rings, and
has occasioned much animadversion among the other planets, who
accuse him openly of having pawned them ! (Shabby.)
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