Punch (55.1868)

November 14, 1868.]

PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHAPIVAPI.

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TOUCHING.

“YOU SEE IT WAS A FUNERAL, AND IT WARN’T A FONERAL. It WAS ONLY A

Burrytng. We’ve lost otjr little dog Towser, and as I wouldn’t have

HIM STUFFED LIKE HIS BROTHER, MY MlSSUS MADE ME PUT ON WEEPERS AS A
MARK O’ RESPECT, Mr. JONAS.”

PAY MR-. STUDD.

Me. Studd, landowner, Epsom, owns a piece of the course on which the Derby
is run. He wants—he actually wants from the people who manage the races, a
large sum of money for leave to use his land, and declares that they shall not race
upon it unless they pay him.

This is simply and perfectly Monstrous, with a large M.

All that can be said in favour, of a man who ventures to demand payment—as
much as lie can get, too—for the rent of his own property is that he has been living
at Australia, and is unacquainted with British facts.

Does Studd know that money is nobody’s object in England?

Is he not aware that nobody who goes to the Derby ever tries to get as much as
he can for anything that he can sell or let or dispose of ?

Has nobody told him that the horses are run by their owners solely for the sake
of keeping up a noble breed, and of affording a jolly holiday to the people ?

Can he be unaware that the betting men who use his land, apparently for pur-
poses of business, are only at play, and that they never really make any profit by
that business ?

Why is he so ignorant as not to be certain that the tickets for the Grand. Stand,
and all the other stands, are given away; and that if he has seen money paid when
the cards are issued, it was only for charitable purposes ? He cannot be so stolid
as to think that profit is made out of the Correct Cards that describe what is to be
done on his land.

It is shocking to think of such ignorance ; but it is his only excuse. Were we
the people who manage the races, we would pay him what he certainly has a legal
right to demand, in the present absurd state of the law of property, and thus
heap coals of fire on his hat, and raise the blush of shame upon his green veil.
And the sooner the better, for we cannot be all agitated upon the subject—that
anxiety and electioneering are too much for us. Besides, if he is affronted further,

he may remember his
his terms accordingly.

Antipodean motto,
Pay Mr. Studd.

: Advance, Australia ! ” and advance

A New Roundabout Paper.—The last Police Order.

AN ELECTION STAVE.

“ Parliament will be dissolved on the 11th inst. The writs for
the new Parliament will be issued immediately afterwards.”

Hoist your flag—let it bear,

As it spreads to the air,

A message of justice and peace
To that Land in the West,

Where with Hope for her guest,

All tumult and faction shall cease.

Raise your cry—let it swell,

Like a trumpet, and tell
To all England expectant to-day,

That the reign has begun,

In which right shall be done,

And ages of wrong roll away.

Choose your side—there are two—

Be on that which will do
More than all it has done in the past;

Give new strength to the State,

Make it happy as great,

And anchor the old Vessel fast.

Take your stand—in the van
Of an army who can

Show the palm, and the prize, and the crown;
Still with conquests to make.

Still with strongholds to take
Sure as death in the eud to come down ;

Marching up, marching on.

Past the heights they have won,

Other obstinate foes to assail;

Not a wrong unredressed,

Not a soul left oppressed.

When the future shall boast of the tale :

Better laws, better times,

Fewer shames, fewer crimes,

Their trophies and triumphs to come ;

Wise heads at the helm,

Knowledge blessing the realm,

And respite from cannon and drum.

Ask for help for the poor
Who now die at your door,

For the hind when the few shillings fail,

For the mendicant child,

Vicious, ignorant, wild,

Ready-made for the gallows and gaol.

Choose your man—let him be
The man whom we see
Only yet in the dawn of his fame ;

Wise, honest, and just,

The man we all trust
To lighten the land of a shame.

Give him power and place,

"And England shall trace
Her annals in letters of light;

Give him numbers and strength,

And England at length
Will feel she has come to her might.

With your vote and your voice,

Show the world by your choice
In County, and City, and Town,

That you know whom to send.

That you know the true friend.

Of the State, and the Church, and the Crown.

Then for Gladstone unite,

Fly his flag in the fight,

As you charge m the glorious fray,

Sure all over to win.

Sure to bring your men in,

And scatter the Tory array.

Ay ! and thousands shall say—

“ We are proud of the day
When we handselled the right of the free ;

For we swelled the great roll
Of the host at the poll,

Who bore him to victory.”

Yol. 55.

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