DOI Heft:
December 26, 1880
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17692#0326
306 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARJ. [December 26, 1891.
IN CONFIDENCE.
"Mummy dear, who's Fappa's Mother-in-Law ?" "My Mother, dear,—your Grandmamma."
"Oh—(Considering.)—Do you think Grandmamma would take a Prize at the Cat Show?"
"Ethel, dear! What do you mean?" "Well, Mummy dear, I heard Pappa say that, in the whole course of his
life he had neyer come across ' such an old tabby as his mother-in-law ' ! "
AWAKENING FATHER CHRISTMAS Charity works with kindly fate "What! Twelve! 'Tis time that I awoke,
ihe heart m her soft bosom thumps. And to the waiting world appeared.
Or, The Call to Alms. She travels under winter skies— He yawned, and cracked his annual joke,
A Topsy-turvey Version of the Tennysonian She stayeth not for storm or shocks— And ran his fingers through his beard.
Celestial Grace with tender eyes, " How say you? Is it slop or snow Q
And loving lips, and golden locks.
Bay-Dream
The Sleeping Beauty.
All through the year, towards his feet,
He slumbering in his place alone,
Waiting December days to greet
The "Beauty's " snowy beard has grown ;
Whilst all about his bulky form
Fir-hedge and holly sprout and twirl.
Sleeping he snoreth, snug and warm, [curl.
His breath scarce stirs his beard's crisp
He sleeps: the jolly, brave Old Bird,
Buddy of phiz as warm of heart,
Who, when he's annually stirred,
Is always good, and game to "part."
He sleeps : ail round his cosy cell ihere cam? a ?01se of striking clocks
She answered, " Come along, old chap!
Y\e've much to do and far to go,
She comes, well-knowing what she seeks ; Ere you resume your annual nap."
She breaks the hedge, she enters there :
Love's flush illumes her maiden cheeks; The Departure.
She hears Yule's chimes upon the air : : A d Qn tt Qld gire,g arm ghe j nt
Shw S vt0±t h ^ySitlCi S^T' a And round her waist his arm did fold ;
With white globes decked, to lovers dear; And f ^ i t th u th went
Now Father Christmas, wake and To glad the grieved, to warm the cold.
She whispers in the " Beauty's" ear.
The Awakening.
A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt.
Twelve strokes! Aroused from slumber
Across the town, and far away,
Of kindness full, and frolic whim,
To cheer all hearts went Christmas Day,
That white-wing'd Presence following him.
Xear Nineteen Hundred times hath she,
The gentle goddess, free and fair,
His long-stored gifts are waiting use ;
And—till awaked—he there doth dwell,
A cosy form in cosy snooze.
The Arrival.
AU precious things, discovered late, Then, with a laugh that shook thVwall, His annual round makes Christmas Day,
To those who seek them turn up trumps. Unto his feet Old Christmas leapt. Sweet Charity attending him
rapt, Awaked with kiss Old Father C._
The "Beauty" shook his silvery locks. To make the wintry world their care.
What you again ? My yearly call! O'er town, o'er country far away,
By Jove, how soundly I have slept! " Where'er hearts ache, or eyes grow dim,
IN CONFIDENCE.
"Mummy dear, who's Fappa's Mother-in-Law ?" "My Mother, dear,—your Grandmamma."
"Oh—(Considering.)—Do you think Grandmamma would take a Prize at the Cat Show?"
"Ethel, dear! What do you mean?" "Well, Mummy dear, I heard Pappa say that, in the whole course of his
life he had neyer come across ' such an old tabby as his mother-in-law ' ! "
AWAKENING FATHER CHRISTMAS Charity works with kindly fate "What! Twelve! 'Tis time that I awoke,
ihe heart m her soft bosom thumps. And to the waiting world appeared.
Or, The Call to Alms. She travels under winter skies— He yawned, and cracked his annual joke,
A Topsy-turvey Version of the Tennysonian She stayeth not for storm or shocks— And ran his fingers through his beard.
Celestial Grace with tender eyes, " How say you? Is it slop or snow Q
And loving lips, and golden locks.
Bay-Dream
The Sleeping Beauty.
All through the year, towards his feet,
He slumbering in his place alone,
Waiting December days to greet
The "Beauty's " snowy beard has grown ;
Whilst all about his bulky form
Fir-hedge and holly sprout and twirl.
Sleeping he snoreth, snug and warm, [curl.
His breath scarce stirs his beard's crisp
He sleeps: the jolly, brave Old Bird,
Buddy of phiz as warm of heart,
Who, when he's annually stirred,
Is always good, and game to "part."
He sleeps : ail round his cosy cell ihere cam? a ?01se of striking clocks
She answered, " Come along, old chap!
Y\e've much to do and far to go,
She comes, well-knowing what she seeks ; Ere you resume your annual nap."
She breaks the hedge, she enters there :
Love's flush illumes her maiden cheeks; The Departure.
She hears Yule's chimes upon the air : : A d Qn tt Qld gire,g arm ghe j nt
Shw S vt0±t h ^ySitlCi S^T' a And round her waist his arm did fold ;
With white globes decked, to lovers dear; And f ^ i t th u th went
Now Father Christmas, wake and To glad the grieved, to warm the cold.
She whispers in the " Beauty's" ear.
The Awakening.
A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt.
Twelve strokes! Aroused from slumber
Across the town, and far away,
Of kindness full, and frolic whim,
To cheer all hearts went Christmas Day,
That white-wing'd Presence following him.
Xear Nineteen Hundred times hath she,
The gentle goddess, free and fair,
His long-stored gifts are waiting use ;
And—till awaked—he there doth dwell,
A cosy form in cosy snooze.
The Arrival.
AU precious things, discovered late, Then, with a laugh that shook thVwall, His annual round makes Christmas Day,
To those who seek them turn up trumps. Unto his feet Old Christmas leapt. Sweet Charity attending him
rapt, Awaked with kiss Old Father C._
The "Beauty" shook his silvery locks. To make the wintry world their care.
What you again ? My yearly call! O'er town, o'er country far away,
By Jove, how soundly I have slept! " Where'er hearts ache, or eyes grow dim,