Punch (70.1876)

10 PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [January 15, 1876.

A LIKELY IDEA.

'Airy (not noticing Hit Captain in Mufti on the other side). " 'See that Soldier, Bill ? 'Salooted us ! 'Takes us for Horficers ,!!"

[Rises in his Stirrups.

There seems a sort of a long-shore, league

'Gainst Sailors'lives, whose.'profit,
Gained by such devilish, dark intrigue,
. Might sink a soul toTophe't! ^
If on each poor Jack Be still keeps an|eye,

In these days of black? ^a-crime, Srr,
That sweet little Cherub as sits on high
Must be having a busyish time, Sir.

Yer Honour allays did love a tar—

Which likewise the same to you, Sir !—
And whatever we Ve wentured in trade or war,

We are game again to do, Sir. *
But we think it's time as you took a turn

With the skunks, Avhose death-plots thicken,
Till it makes us sailors with shame to burn,
And our wives with night-fears sicken.

the prince at ceylon.

' Mr. Punch is authorised to state that, in eommemorationof the
visit of H.R.H. the Prince of Wales to Ceylon, Point de Galle is,
in future, to be known by the name of Point de Prince de.Galles.,

Vi . > I. 1 ; 4-!-—-—-—:—---".'

very sorry for it.

Lord Northbrook is about to return home from India, brought,
it is said, by telegraph wire. Or was the wear and tear of office
beyond Bearing ?__•_

Motto! for the Drury Lane Pantomime.— Yokes et prceterea
nihil—Voreses, and nothing can go beyond 'em !

Advice for the Xew Year.—Think before you Pink.

Printed by Joseph Smith, of No. 30, Lora'ne Road, Holloway, in t ie Parish of St. Mary, Islingto i in thp County ,.f Middle-bt, at the Printing Offices of Messrs Bradbury, Ajne*, and Oo, Lombard
Street, in the Precinct of Whitefriais, in the City of L- nion, ant published by him at No, 8J, Fleet Street, in the Parish of St. Bride, City of London, Saturday, January 15.1S'».

JACK TO JOHN.

Yer Honour ! It isn't a sailor's way

To run off much jaw for croaking ;
But now I.'-m a-going to say my say,

And it ain't exactly joking.
Wind, Wave, and War a true Jack Tar

Should take his chance Avith gaily,
, But things seem going a shade too far,

And the look-out darkens daily.

The dangers of the Sea, in course,

Is things within our reckoning ;
Duty's the word, though the storm blow hoarse,

And though Death may seem a-beckoning.
But treacherous Death in our very hold

In the pay of land-sharks lurking,
Is a sort of a thing as the Jack most bold

May be well excused for shirking.

Which Wessels seem a-becoming fast

Mere Murder-traps for Seamen—
Death-dens, where the Devil's dice are cast,

The Winner some long-shore demon.
What sailors, soon, save .poor swabs and flats,

Will man your hulks, well knowing
They are like to be swarming with "water-rats,"

Or primed for unseen upblowing ?

Them Coffin-ships, they was bad enough, • , ,
, But this Death by. Clockwork's awful,
And careless stowing of .'splosive stuff

Did_ ought to be made unlawful.
A cruise can't be just a long carouse ;
, But a ship, though dangers shock her,
Need not be a certain half-way house

To old Davy Jones's Locker!