Punch (71.1876)

August 5, 1876.] PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHAKIVARI.

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EXPENSIVE HABITS.

" Please, Miss, I want a * Penny Smoke '!"

" We have no Penny Cigars, but you can have one at Three Half-
pence !"

" All right, Miss ! 'And it over ! I never mind what I Pay for a

good "Weed !"

pirate:

What ! " Rtjssel of the Scotsman " dead ?
Why, Death himself should hang the head,
And never dare to tell the lie,
That such a living force could die.

The shadows that make up our night,
Were growing thin for him to fight.
But still he fights, we think with pride,
Our battle from the other side !

Hard head, warm heart, and liberal hand,
Open or shut, to bless or brand;
Large-moulded, withNorse fire aglow ;
This was a man, to friend or foe !

A thirteen-tumbler man, at times,
Who heard but heeded not the chimes
Of midnight; and at morning-call
Was freshest, merriest man of all.

Long in our melee will be missed
The mace of Russel's mighty fist, _
That struck, and, wasting nought in sound,
Buried its blow without rebound.

With " derring-do," and thought that strives,
Erect his statue in your lives,
Warm-blooded, not in marble wan—
The living measure of the man!

Walhalla! Bise and welcome him
Across the Braga-Beaker's rim ;
And, that his glory may be full,
Brim high some Water-Drinker's Skull.

Pigeon English..

Great excitement accompanied by a joyous flutter is
observable in the dovecotes near Hurlingham and Shep-
herd's Bush. The close of the season is remarkable for
the fact that where everyone was letting off his gun, the
proprietors are now letting off the pigeons. The noisy
" coup " defeu is replaced by the self-gratulating " coo "
dejoie of the respited blue-rocks.

a question of course.

The publication of Mr. Browning's new poem, Pac-
chiarotto, and how he icorked in Distemper, has led
numerous Scotchmen to inquire if Pacchiarotto was
a vet. f

" MOBILISATION" PEOM A LOW POINT OF

VIEW.

Loughrea Rifles,
The Camp, Cove Common, nr. Aldershott.

Me Dear Tim, Sunday.

I got yours and was very glad to have heerd from you.
Faix and I '11 be glad to get out of this, divil such a place iver I see.
The rigment left Horsham for this on Thursday, we was up at 5 in
the morning drillin then marched a thunderin long way to some
place where the railway was, Gilford they called it I think but these
English names bother me intirely, well bedad when we got there
nivir a train was riddy at all at all, and there we was waitin till one
in the mornin lyin out in a field as though we was sheep. Thin we
took our sates, and sure them caridges are not as good as on our own
Athenry and Tuam Line, and a desperate crowd in it always. Well
when we got to this Aldershot we had to pitch our tents, and no food
or fire to be had, nivir a bit I got from Thursday at noon till nine
o'clock on Friday mornin. Te'i see a grate change in me, I'm
worn to the bone intirely.

There was a terrybel day yesterday what these English call a
revew. We had to be under arrums at half past one. I thought to
get off sayin I was ill, but the Docthor was too cute for me. Hah
ye schaming scoundrel says he get back wid ye to the ranks, dont
let me have any more of your dirthy thricks or twill be worse for
ye. So bedad away they marched us over a powderin dusty plane,
not worth a shillin an acre 'twouldnt feed a goat itself leave alone a
sheep. Mewather botle leked and ivery drop ran away on me before
we got to the ground at all, only for Jim Murphy givin me a sup I
would be dead with the thirst. Well sure there was a powerful dale

of throop on the ground. Them men with black horses, and kind of
dish covers on them was a fine lot, but all that iron must be killin
hot. We marched past the Prince in grate style t'was a fine day for
Ireland anyway, but what with the manuverin back and forards I
went near being kilt and murthered. The megur is a desperate
hard man, as we came home the thirst was on me so bad, that crossin
the canal, I was nearly bet up altogether, so I made one rush to get
a drop of wather in me shaco, faith he was down on me like a cat
afther a mouse, and his sowrd drawn, and the grate black horse he
has tearin afther me like blazes. Give mo one drop Meejur says I,
oh you chiken hearted villin says he get back wid ye now like
lightnin or I '11 kill ye ye ruffin says he. Faix ye may swear I was
back soon enough for sure he's awful determined and I didnt know
what he might do to me. Well Tim take me word for it, and niver
jine the mileesha, I'd rather be in the poorhouse itself than sol.jerin
again, so I would. There's the bugle bad cess to it, so no more now
from your frend Pat Egan.

Mr. Tim Mahoney, Bach Street, Galioay.

advice to those about to travel with much luggage.
Stay at home. The elephant, that most sagacious of animals,
never moves with more than one trunk, and that not registered, but
attached to his body.

seasonable coincidence.
Protracted debates upon Education in the House of Commons
coincident with prolonged drought out-of-doors.