Punch (63.1872)

December 28, 1872.] PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

THE (JTfyallettJJCr was ready to depart for her grand voyage. Ready to sail into all the Oceans and demand their deepest
secrets. But there was one who lingered on board, and till he had put off, the Challenger might not go. For the
thunder-curses of the World would pursue her did she carry away Him from the midst of the nations.

" Brave luck to you all, brave hearts," said Mr. Punch, as he slowly descended to the boat. " Would I were of
your crew."

" Would you were ! " shouted the Expedition.

" But it cannot be. So, adieu ! Go everywhere, and, if you see anything you think 1 should like, be sure you

bring it home for me."

" Certainly we will, done up in wool and silver paper," laughed the Captain.

" Then," cried Mr. Punch, quoting Endymion,

" Go to the Syrens, and one moment listen
Their melodies, and see their long hair glisten."

" We'll make a point of it," said the First Lieutenant. " Give way there, you men ! "

" I shall give way if they don't," said Mr. Punch, wiping his eyes.

" Anon upon that Giant's arm you '11 be
That writhes about the roots of Sicily."

" We shall like to see that," said the Captain, raising his voice.

" And then," said Mr. Punch,

" To Northern Seas you '11 in a twinkling sail,
And mount upon the snortings of a whale
To some black cloud."

" Which would be a lark,'' shrieked a Midshipman.

" Thence down you '11 madly sweep
On forked lightning to the deepest deep,"

shouted Mr. Punch, nearing the quay.

" So we will, old man ! " roared the Second Lieutenant.
" Hold your row ! " said Mr. Punch.

" Where through some sucking pool you shall be hurled,
With rapture, to the other side of the world.

Therefore, be full of gladness."