Punch (99.1890)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[July 12, 1890.

TOUCHING RECIPROCITY BETWEEN HUSBAND AND WIFE.

Edwin carries his Angelina's Parasol, and Angelina carries her Edwin's Sketching Materials.

" HOPE DEFERRED."

" Weary of watching and waiting!"

So the old song-words go!
Charity here, contemplating

This trio of lads in a row,
Misht turn from the slums of the City,

From "Nobody's Children" might spare
One glance of true practical pity,

One hour of considerate care.

The waifs from the slum and the gutter

Are oif "to the countryin troops,
To feed on new eggs and fresh butter,

To frolic with balls and with hoops ;
These three, with their eyes on the poster

That hints unattainable joys,
Must envy the son of the Coster,

The waifs of the "Workhouse. Poor hoys !

They, too, are unitedly yearning

To "go to the country," together.
Hope on the horizon is burning

With prospect of promising wea.'her.
One pities them, looking and longing,

Aweary of waiting their turn
With those who are countrywards thronging;

The " Voice of the Country " they'd learn.

The lay of the lark or the linnet ?

The babble of brooklet or rill ?
Nay, that "Voice," to their ears, hath more
in it

Than sounds in the nightingale's trill.
There's a song, though to some it sounds
raucous,

For them most seductively rolls;
'Tis the crow of a bird (the " Caw-Caw-Cus ")

Whose song is so like " Pretty Poll's" .'

HENLEY REGATTA.

(By Mr. Punch's own Rowing Man.)

Henley, Monday. ;

I have arrived, and Henley once more is
Henley. Even the weather has recognised
me, and good old Plu himself came out to
shake me by the hand and talk of old times.
The course is of the usual length, but a slight
alteration has been made in the breadth.
Many house-boats are moored along the Ox-
fordshire bank. The bridge has not changed
its position since I saw it last. The courteous
Secretary of the Regatta assured me, that
my complaint with reference to the impedi-
ment which this structure offers to rowing-
boats had been laid before the Stewards. No
action, however, is to be taken this year.

This being the day before the Regatta, very
heavy work was done by all the crews engaged
in the race for the Grand Challenge Cup.
They all have a good chance, and, personally,
I should not feel the least surprise if I saw
at least two eights rowing in the final heat
on Thursday. Thames, London, Brasenose,
Kingston, New College, and Trinity Hall all
possess some " sterling oarsmen," and carry
"banners" of different colours. _ I may re-
mark, in passing, that no crew is allowed to
row with more than eight oars.

The race for the Stewards will be exciting.
All these officials are in hard training, but
the Mayor of Henley is favourite at short
odds.*

* Note by the Editor.—Are you sure this is
right?

Reply.—Eight ? Of course it is. I'm here, and

I notice that the Ladies have a race all to
themselves. Doubtless this is due to Miss
Fawcett's pernicious example, but the inno-
vation is not to be commended. The entries
for the Visitors are of average quality. Three
visitors only are to compete over a course of
picnic luncheons and strawberries and cream.
I have only room left to remark that the
weather has been changeable, and that all the
above tips are to be thoroughly relied upon.

A BALLAD OF BARROW.

(After Burns.)

Air—" Duncan Gray."

Duncan gay came here to woo,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
'GjinstCATNE, who thought all drinkers fou,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Caine, he held his head full high,
At Gladstone sneered and Salisbury,
And bade brave Duncan just stand by;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!

Duncan was a lad o' grace,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
On the poll he gat first place.

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Woe for William Sproston Caine 1
Shifting swift and swagger vain
He will hardly try again;

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!

New Title.—The Public-house Compen-
sation Bill shall be hereafter known and

I ought to know. [ alluded to as the Bung Bungle'd Bill,