Punch (43.1862)

54 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [August 9, 1862.

AN OPPORTUNITY.

Frederick {pointing to sleeping Cabby). “There, Aunt! Now’s your time eor a Pair of Gloves!”

BROTHER JONATHAN’S APPEAL TO BROTHER SAMBO

Neow, Sambo, dam it —Brother! there,

I guess that oughter please you :

You know how we in airnest air
Prom slavery to ease you.

You know we al’ys hev proclaimed
One man’s as good as ’nother,

And never hev we felt ashamed
Toe greet you as a brother.

You know that every slave we’ve riz.

We hev emancipated;

For oum the land of Freedom is,

Where all air equal rated.

You know between ourselves and you
We’ve drawed no social line here,

Same car by rail serves for the two,

Same room for both to dine here.

You know we love our gals toe find,

With niggers go a-courtin’,

Thar’s nothin’ haaf so to our mind—

It’s truth that I’m reportin’.

You know in this oncivil war
„ Your battle ’tis we’re fighting

Your cause we air a-strivin’ for,

Your wrongs we air a-rightin’.

Wal, victory our arms has crowned,

Though at some cost in taxes ;

And neow we’ve got on rebel ground
Some help of you we axes.

Up, Niggers ! slash, smash, sack and smite,
Slogdollagise and slay ’em :

Them Southern skunks ain’t much toe fight,
So at ’em, darn em ! flay ’em 1

A PARALLEL CASE.

If one may believe their newspapers (and nobody of course would
ever dare to doubt them) the Northerners are continually giving vent
to outcries against foreign intervention, and declaring that England has
no right to interfere, and protesting that Prance had better mind her
own business, and not meddle with a matter wherein she is not con-
cerned. Indeed to read what has been written, one would almost
think that intervention had begun, and that the Northerners had been
stopped from achieving any more of their glorious successes which look
so vastly like defeats. Their grumbling reminds one of the Yankee
conversation, which their Joe Miller reports:—

“ Keziah. Ha dun neow kissin, Josh, be quiet du I

“ Josn. Why, I’m not kissin’ you.

“ Keziah. Wal, but ain’t yer going tu! ”

Prance and England, common sense and charity, justice and com-
passion, have not interfered as yet; but the Northern apprehensiveness
seems mightily like wishing that they were “ going tu.”

To the Lords of the Admiralty.

My Lords,

Should you have a Captaincy or a Commodoreship, or anything
of that kind, lying about your office, please send it to Lieutenant
John ScoBELLof the Royal Marines, who, sixty-four years ago, “ served
as such in the Alexander ” (saysthe Globe') “at the battle of Trafalgar.”
Really it is time he received his promotion. Is it not, my Lords P

Your obedient Servant, Punch.

“ Les Mousquetaires de la Reine.”—The English Volunteers.