Punch (35.1858)

December 4, 1858.]

THE FAR-ECHOED CREED.

" What's in a Name ! "
Papists by any other name
Are still the same.

Echo—" The same !"

Slippery eels ! Then,
Changing names often,

They, feigning true men,
Upright hearts soften ?
Echo—" Often !"

House ye then, Englishmen,

Wake from your slumber;
Add ye not one

To their treacherous number !
" Truth" for your Banner,

Unmask every snare;
And of all Falsehood

Beware ! 0 Beware !
Echo—" O Beware !"

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SCENE-CHOP-HOUSE.

Enter Street-Boy, and, with suppressed ecstasy. " Oh, please, there's your Cat and Kittens
having such a Game with the things in the Winder/"

A SLIGHT DISTINCTION.

The French Minister of the Interior ha*
forbidden the French newspapers to discuss
Beligious subjects. It is asked what the Univers
will do, as this prohibition is understood not to
except even M. Veuillot ?

But surely those who think the Univers will
be silenced by the new order, overlook the fact,
that nothing could be less like religion than its
daily outpourings of Odium, theologicum. Unless
polemics be religion, the Univers may still go on
lying, sophisticating and maligning, in the name
of the Church, as actively as ever.

The Difficulty of a Fast Man's Life.-
Cheque-ing his Tailors' Bdls. •

TO JOHN BRIGHT.

Out, John, out, John, what are you about, John ?
There's a very useful proverb which you forgot, I doubt, John,
When from talking of lieform Bills, to drawing them, you past, John,
The proverb, that " a cobbler shouldn't go beyond his last," John.

As an independent Member, with a party of your own, John,
A weight in any scale you chose you always might have thrown, John,
In oratory, none denies that you're a famous craftsman,
Then, why change tongue for pen, and try your fortune as a draughts-
man ?

I had always thought that business, with its ups and downs, instils,
John,

A horror of the practice of rashly drawing Bills, John ;

Above all, when to meet their Bills, a firm have not a rap at all;

But draw their Bills, as you will do, by way of making Capital.

Of other folks' performances you've been so sharp a critic, John,
That of yours, when they've the chance, who would not be auaiytic,
John ?

You '11 find, I fear, (though of the fight I know you won't the shock
.shy,)

The diff'rence 'twixt cock-sbying, and being made a cockshy.

Stout as you are. I sadly fear that you will get your gruel, John,
Betwixt Lord Derby and Lord John, in the Session's three side
duel, John ;

That your sections and your schedules, when the country comes to
rummage 'em,

Will betray their place of origin, by their quality—viz.: Brummagem.

A bat, between the beasts and birds, I see you doubtful flitting, John,
In Limbo Parliamentary disconsolately sitting-, John ;
The millions disclaiming you, on grounds of Cottonocracy,
The middle classes shrinking from your out and out Democracy.

And when for panacea you the Ballot recommend, John,
And take numbers as the basis on- which Members should depend,

Forgive us if your theory we beg to test by fact, John,
And examine (without spectacles) the Union in act, John ;
With Club-law in-its Congress, and Mob-rule in its streets, John,
Log-rollers in the lobby, when its Legislature meets, John.

With endless floods of Bunkum for useful legislation, John,

Barnburning, filibustering, wholesale repudiation, John ;

The noblest of the citizens averse from public life, John,

For those who speak what riles the mob, the tar and feathers r ife, John.

What is there in the fruits of the system you so laud, John,

That we should clap our hands, when you request us to applaud, John ?

Better the inequalities that break us into classes, John,

Than the dead-level each must keep, lest he offend the masses, John.

With America on one side, and France upon the other, John,
Facts speak too loud, for eloquence,—ay, even yours,—to smother, John ^
That e'en with Manhood Suffrage, a land may groan in thrall, John,
And out and out Democracy's but mob-rule after all, John.

The Nap-Sack of Flour.

Paternal Louis Napoleon, in his affectionate care for his free and
loyal people, has taken to regulating their bakers' shops. Poor France!
Between the man of iron and the man of flour, hers is literal'y a case
of—Pull Emperor, pull Baker.

Truth in the Streets.

Bird Seller. Buy a fine Bull-finch, Sir ? You shall have one for an
old coat, Sir!

Chancellor of the Exchequer (peevishly). Nonsense, fellow ! I haven't
an old coat,—I always turn mine !

the love of change.

A Sovereign, once broken into, soon goes, and it is the same with
resol
d it

And bid us all John Bull should be iu Jonathan behold, John.— j away.

John ; a resolution. A resolution, unbroken, is hard as gold ; once change it,

When the New World for example you hold up to the Old, John, j and it is thrown, as it were, into so many coppers, and rapidly melts