Punch (59.1870)

September 17, 1870.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 117

OUR OWN ALSATIA.

Victorious Germans, you may gain.
Your old Alsatia ■with Lorraine.
You will perhaps, Teutonic Powers,
Take that Alsatia—shan't have ours.

Onr own Alsatia—do you know
Where that is ? Like enough, we trow.
Geography so well you ken
And History too, ye weli-taught men.

Alsatia called in days of yore,
' Tis what it used to be no more ;
Alsatia, by the river-side.
Not now a slum, but London's pride.

" Take your fair Province of the Ehine,
But the Thames Precinct must be mine,"
Britannia says to you, " for aye ;
Mine own for ever and a day."

For in that Precinct is a Seat
"Where intellectual drink and meat
Prepared is weekly ; fare the best
That mental gizzard can digest.

Know, ye whose joy is lager-swipes,
There are set up the blocks and types
Which constitute, for minds to munch
And sip, the feast entitled Punch.

Whoe'er may that Alsatia want,
They shall not have it, while we vaunt
That work which all the world admires ;
They shall not have our own Wbitefnars.

AN OVERSIGHT!

Swell. "AVattak ! This—ah- Chop 's vewy Dwy ! " To Pisciculturists—The Oldest Fish in the

Waiter. "'Njveed, Sir? Perhaps \h you were to Order Something to Drink with world is to be found at the Vatican. It is called
it, Sir-" The Seal of the Fisherman.

careering Gee I'd be in a foreign land, far away from the ancestral
WAR NEWS. digging but a noble Marquis in marble halls, and all sorts o' game*

{From Captain Dyngwell.) j ^twbere are we now ? Excuse your Light-hearted Militaire, but

The Empire is pieces. sometimes lie does feel damp, and a pick-me-up or a B. and S. is las

Even the Hereditary Grand dropped a manly. only joy. 1 wish my creditors were ail Frenchmen at this moment.

On we goes again. Vive ce gai Militaire ! \ 1 'd lie quite the Prooshan Officer, and make 'em come to terms. Bat,

****** j they won't.

There never was such a lively Gee as mv suoenor animal. He was „, * ,,* .* T , " ', c TT ,

once (I know it now, as he's up to the 'whole bag of tricks,) in a 1 „ 1" enliven the evenings, I have, at the request of the Hereditary and
Circus, and when he's shed his coat-which he's doing now, only the t'le Crown commenced a novel—quite the Literary Dustman—which
paint was laid on with a whitewash brush-we shall see the celebrated ' ^ sbaI1 ™[[ Tie Hook and the Duchess lhere s been nothing down
spotted Gee of my early childhood • t'ie roac* in t,ue "wa-v °t military novels tor some time, ana tins clnia or

He can go up-stairs,'from top to bottom ; up the middle and down ! lhe regiment might coin. Couldn't you swagger a bit, P Advertise-
again ; carpet, wood, or stone, all one to him. He can ring a bell, sir, m„eritT3/ ?ou n7'n 7No >noh«!« TMar.frUls ? ilbrary com£Iet? wlthou^
on his haunches, and take his grab off a plate, dance a lively measure, : { %P°°k ?nd /l« Dfchef- "NSJ H™1 by our own Cockalorum
and fire a pistol The Book and the Duchess: the Ihree thousandth Edition just out.

''Now, Your Washup," as I say to the Crown Cockalorum, "what Give your Orders, gents ; the Waiter's in the Room."
more can you want in a charger ?" He, the Crown C, asked me to , Cockalorum s New V\ ork. Your attention to a Novel, if you
point out to him the advantages. P]ease- Our Own Light-hearted Soldier will oblige.

"Walk up, Hereditary Grand," says T; "just a gain' to begin. Just paste these about, will you i and scad me some stuff to goon
Where's your Light-hearted Soldier occasionally quartered ? Where's Wl[u-

the home of this gay Militaire when on the march? Where's the h shall be done. But to return to our sheeps.
stable for the careering Gee? Why, anywhere: if on a ground floor.1, * * * * , * *

But has Your Own ever been without a shelter for himself and his I don't care what it is. But Your Own is despondent. _What with
ambling? Never. Why? Because the learned Gee, Sir, walks hard lines, over- work, and bad weather, this gay Militaire ain't quite that
straight on end up-stairs to the attics, and there we are. He rings the Spring chicken he was at the beginning of the Campaign. Sometimes
bell for what he wants. He is ready with his pistol against the Your Own wishes he was back in the little village, swaggering up the
unfriendly Cockalorums; and, taking him for the whole biling, we steps of the "Bag" and ordering dinner for two with other light-
shan't look upon such a first-rate Gee as my ambling for some con- hearted Cockalorums. But it won't do. The last time this cheerful
siderable time." The Hereditary cleaned his eye at me, as the Lively Hussar was about that quarter his boots creaked a trifle too much to-
Unfriendly says, and smole. There are some tunes played by the be pleasant. "Here he is a-coming ! " said the lively Duns when
military bands to which, when very strong in the brass, he can't help they heard the spotless varnished round the corner of Jermyn Street,
dancing and waltzing. But I forgive him, considering the provoca- and they'd have been down on me like mud out of a shovel,
tion, and recollecting that it was probably a German Band that went '■ Bombs bursting, shells flying, and the Hereditary just sent in to ask
with his Circus in happier times. I me to split a B. and S. with him. I'm all there when the bell rings.

We hear the Parisians are on the scoop. I say, what did Your j And so, my Lord and Marquis, adoo, adoo ! Yours
Own tell you? Warn't it the correct tip, eh, last, week ? Don't say n' r„ITT

no, if you'd rather not. ' I'm all there when the bell rings," says the 1 _ unwell.

Duchess. "You were right," says Singymaringy to me. "Or anv i

other Cockalorum," says 1, finishing the quotation; but I'm dead nuts "I have always a welcome for thee!" as the Spider said to the
on prophecies, and if I'd only backed my own opinion, it isn't on a Blue-bottle.