Punch: Punch (87.1884)

August 30, 1884.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.


TERMINUS TRIOLETS.

At Charing Cross.

To Paris by the Tidal Train.

Here, register this luggage, quick!
Why, all the world seems going, Jane,
To Paris by the Tidal Train.

It’s blowing quite a hurricane ;

I hope, my love, you won’t be sick.
To Paris by the Tidal Train.

Here, register this luggage, quick 1

At Euston Square.

By Jove, I Ve run it precious near,
Was ever “ Hansom’’-horse so slow !
Look sharp, now, Porter, for it’s clear,
By Jove, I’ve run it precious near.
Holloa !—that gun-case—hand it here,
The hat-box in the van can go.

By Jove, I’ve run it precious near ;
Was ever “ Hansom ’’-horse so slow!

At Liverpool Street.

Six wholes, three halves, all second class.

The baby, mind, you might have killed her .
Oh, Policeman, please to let us pass !

Six wholes, three halves, all second class,

To Yarmouth. What a madd’ning mass
Of people. Do come on, Matilda.

Six wholes, three halves, all second class.

The baby, mind, you might have killed her.

At Victoria.

Two first, return, to Brighton, please.

Oh, yes—we’ll go in Pullman’s Car.

I like to travel at my ease ;

Two first, return, to Brighton, please.

We ’re running down to breathe the breeze,
I can’t from business go too far.

Two first, return, to Brighton, please.

Oh, yes—we ’ll go in Pullman’s Car.

At Paddington.

Guard, mark “Engaged” this carriage, pray;

Now, why on earth ’s the fellow grinning ?
How could he know we ’re wed to-day ?
Guard, mark “ Engagedthis carriage, pray.
My darling, hide that white bouquet;

My head with Champagne fumes is spinning.
Guard, mark “Engaged” this carriage, pray.
Now, why on earth’s the fellow grinning ?

A Muddle about Little Mud-Salad Market.

It appears that Goodge Street is under the control of the Parish of
St. Pancras, and only two houses in it can claim the benign protec-
1 tion of St. Marylebone. Mr. Punch is not surprised at the discovery,
as the government of St. Marylebone is, ‘ ‘ take one thing with another,
a very happy one.” Certainly there is an old burial-ground in Pad-
dington Street which would be all the better were it converted into a
pleasant garden like unto another disused Churchyard in a part of
the Parish further North ; hut the time may come when even this blot
I upon the fair fame of the “ Fathers” may disappear. So Mr. Punch

At Waterloo.

Good-bye, my boy; just one kiss more
You ’ll write to mother now and then ?
A sign from sea is sweet on shore,
Good-bye, my boy ; just one kiss more.
Nay, don’t you cry, dear, I implore,

Red eyes are never meant for men.
Good-bye, my boy; just one kiss more ;
You ’ll write to mother now and then ?

hastens to make reparation to the ancient Parish. Thus! Hats
off ! “0 yes ! 0 yes ! 0 yes ! in future, let the Municipal Coun-

sellors of the Parish of St. Marylebone be known collectively as ‘ Mr.
Punch’s Own Vestry.’ ” ! May the now ennobled authorities long
enjoy the honour conferred upon them, in spite of the wicked designs
of the Home Secretary !

Sauce Hollandaise.—It is said that Professor Thobold Rogers,
M.P., is going for a short time to Amsterdam to learn the language.
On his return, let us hope, when he wants to indulge in abuse, he will
confine himself to Double Dutch.