Punch (98.1890)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[February 22, 1890.

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House of Commons, Tuesday, February 11.—" Rather slow
this," said Commandant (of the Yeomanry Cavalry) Lord
Brooke to Admiral (in Hack velvet suit, with silver buckles)

rotdeit.

They were looked up in a room adjoining Old Mobility's
private apartment, at back of Speaker's chair. Both dressed
in warlike costumes, both uniforms new, unaccustomed, and
uncomfortable. Both, warriors had waked in the morning
full of joy and proud anticipation. "If you're waking
call me early." Quartermaster-General Lord Beooke had said
to his man; this is the happiest day of all the bright new
year ; for I'm to Second the Address. Yes, I'm to Second
the Address."

Captain Kotden had made a remark of a similar purport to his body servant, though he had kept more closely t> prose. Now here
they were locked in, with a glass of sherry wine and a sponge cake, waiting for the signal that might never come. Ordinary course on