Punch (53.1867)

220 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 30, 1867.

WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS,” &c.

Frugal Housewife {has a large family). “Oh, Mr. Stickings, I see by the Daily Papers that the Price of Meat has Fallen
Twopence a Pound. I think you ought to make some Reduction in your Charges ! ”

Country Butcher. “ Wery Sorry, Mum, but we don’t Take in no Daily Papers, Mum ! ! ”

Strong or weak, rich or poor, great or small men—
Is to chorus a “ Check to King Mob.”

Many-headed’s this king-beast, and on it
Is more than one crown to be seen—
Eighty-nine’s bloody Phrygian bonnet.

Rough’s billy-cock, Fenian caubeen ;

Iron mallet in hand, he dissembles.

The mud caked with gore on its knob,

But, in spite of his sceptre, he trembles
When faced with stern “ Check to King Mob.”

EMPLOYMENT FOR SOMEBODY.

Here it is, and a very good idea too :—

THE 13-STOP HARMONIUM, with SWELL. Thirty Guineas. Foil
-L Lists sent on application.

Why shouldn’t a Swell do something for himself in this way ? Of
course, in applying for the 13-stopper you’d ask the following ques-
tions :—

1. Does the Swell play the harmonium ?

2. Does he require much pressing P

3. If he won’t play (being sulky, or not well, for instance) what may
you do to him to make him go ? Of course, “ If I had a donkey what
wouldn't,” every one knows all about that, but in the case of a
Swell the mode of treatment is scarcely so clear.

4. If a family hires the harmonium, will the Swell take his meals with
them, or by himself, in his own harmonium ?

5. Can the Swell be let out P Let out with safety—and, if so, may he
be depended upon to come back ?

Many more interrogatories might be put to the enterprising adver-
tisers, but in any case we have done our duty in making the above
suggestions, and Caveat emptor !

CHECK TO KING MOB !

Whatever the leader we follow,

Beales or Manners, John Bright or Bob Lowe ;

Whether “Dizzy and Derby !” we holloa.

Or huzza for Gladstone & Co.;

One leader all parties will kick at.

Old Tory or Rad, Swell or Snob,

Merging all shades of platform and ticket
In a general “ Check to King Mob ! ”

What parties soe’er the stage cumber,

Whatever the cry rules the storm,—

“ Greatest happiness of Greatest number,”

“ Church and. State,” “Ancient Ways,” or “ Retorm ; ”

Though we change creeds and colours with leaders,

But to vary, mull, muddle, and job,

There’s one cry will find no seceders,

And ihat’s the cry, “ Check to King Mob ! ”

Discontent may he rife, and with reason,

The State and Society through,

All may know some indictable treason
’Gainst duties or rights to undo.

And what evil’s like this King’s Evil,

The State’s blood and marrow to rob ?

What sev’n devils like the great devil
Exorcised by “ Check to King Mob ?”

Then close your ranks, friends of good order,

Whate’er your side, calling, or creed ;

There is left in fair England’s wide border.

Work for all men’s good word and good deed.

That the duty of duties for all men—

Hand or brain toiler, commoner, nob,