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Punch’s Almanack for 1866
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PUNCH’S ALMANACK FOR 1866
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“THE PRINCE’S DAY.
How would our young and
gracious Prince
Improve each shining hour.
By doing what these pictures
show
With such artistic power.
A gas explosion gently wakes
Our H.R.H. at IV.
One such we had the other
night,
And shall have many more.
Then off he goes to see and
try
A plough that’s worked by
steam.
Then does,a little spell of
work
Where Thwaites embanks
the stream.
Then doffs his coat and takes
a pick.
And turns a railway sod ;
A market next inaugurates
For carrots, crabs, and cod.
Like Brahma then, with se-
veral hands,
Several first stones he lays;
Then up the Monument he
goes.
And London's pride surveys.
His Highness next in glee
descends
The lowness of a mine ;
Comes up and opes a
People’s Park,
Laid out so gay and fine.'
Where salmon are brought
up by hand,
He next appears so free,
Then visits various picture-
shows,
And the Academy.
A ship he then attends to
launch.
And does the same in style,
A workman's exhibition
next
Pie honours with his smile :
And like a good and kind
papa,
As ever you shall see.
Buys a perambulator there
For little Victor, P.
Two morning concerts he
attends.
Hears many a pleasing strain,
Like a bribe-buck,” as
Faistaff says,
Divided twixt the twain.
And then a jolly Sailor’s
Home
He calls to patronise,
His gracious ways set all the
tars
A swabbing of their eyes.
The cry of dogs is nextly
heard,
The Prince beholds a show.
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“ Tray, Blanche, and Sweet-
heart” wag their tails,
All sitting in a row.
We next espy our H.R.H.
(The second-born of nine)
Spring up upon an engine
swift
Of some new railway line.
Slap-bang, the Prince is here
again.
His dress is changed, re-
mark,
And with a Colonel’s pride
reviews
His soldiers in the Park.
A Ragged School he then
inspects,
And hears the urchins sing.
And is not this hard work to
set
Before a future king?
But, bless you, it's not nearly
done,
lie’s off unto the Strand,
Where Fechtkr and Pact.
Bedford strive.
Which shall secure his hand
And drag him off to see the
play.
Snug in his private box ;
Till time to hear Sir Rode-
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Geologising rocks.
His Royal Highness next
beholds
The Voluuteers at drill:
Then through the Drainage
he procet ds,
Nor fears the being ill.
Some trifle else, ere going
home,
Our H.R.H. performs;
A lighthouse, perhaps, he
sees lit up,
And reads “ Report on
Storms.’’
And as S. James’s souudeth
One,
He reaches Marlborough
House,
Has one cigar, and goes to
bed,
As quiet as a mouse.
But to him Punch appears in
dreams,
And this is what he saith,
“ My Royal Sir, snobs like to
work
A willing horse to death.
“ Old Knollys should hid
such plagues begone,
Or else I’d make him walk;
What time have you to nurse
your son.
Or with your bride to talk ? ”
In dreams bis Highness
makes reply,
“ Bless you, my Punch," says
he ;
“ You always were the true
ally ■ •
Of my Mamma and me. ”
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HARD DAY’S WORK FOR H. R. H, THE P
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“THE PRINCE’S DAY.
How would our young and
gracious Prince
Improve each shining hour.
By doing what these pictures
show
With such artistic power.
A gas explosion gently wakes
Our H.R.H. at IV.
One such we had the other
night,
And shall have many more.
Then off he goes to see and
try
A plough that’s worked by
steam.
Then does,a little spell of
work
Where Thwaites embanks
the stream.
Then doffs his coat and takes
a pick.
And turns a railway sod ;
A market next inaugurates
For carrots, crabs, and cod.
Like Brahma then, with se-
veral hands,
Several first stones he lays;
Then up the Monument he
goes.
And London's pride surveys.
His Highness next in glee
descends
The lowness of a mine ;
Comes up and opes a
People’s Park,
Laid out so gay and fine.'
Where salmon are brought
up by hand,
He next appears so free,
Then visits various picture-
shows,
And the Academy.
A ship he then attends to
launch.
And does the same in style,
A workman's exhibition
next
Pie honours with his smile :
And like a good and kind
papa,
As ever you shall see.
Buys a perambulator there
For little Victor, P.
Two morning concerts he
attends.
Hears many a pleasing strain,
Like a bribe-buck,” as
Faistaff says,
Divided twixt the twain.
And then a jolly Sailor’s
Home
He calls to patronise,
His gracious ways set all the
tars
A swabbing of their eyes.
The cry of dogs is nextly
heard,
The Prince beholds a show.
■n
>u*-
,PM
a\
NeoNiltbL EI_. Vj V)
r-nj —_l\l
!>
M.
10
“ Tray, Blanche, and Sweet-
heart” wag their tails,
All sitting in a row.
We next espy our H.R.H.
(The second-born of nine)
Spring up upon an engine
swift
Of some new railway line.
Slap-bang, the Prince is here
again.
His dress is changed, re-
mark,
And with a Colonel’s pride
reviews
His soldiers in the Park.
A Ragged School he then
inspects,
And hears the urchins sing.
And is not this hard work to
set
Before a future king?
But, bless you, it's not nearly
done,
lie’s off unto the Strand,
Where Fechtkr and Pact.
Bedford strive.
Which shall secure his hand
And drag him off to see the
play.
Snug in his private box ;
Till time to hear Sir Rode-
rick Ditu, ,
Geologising rocks.
His Royal Highness next
beholds
The Voluuteers at drill:
Then through the Drainage
he procet ds,
Nor fears the being ill.
Some trifle else, ere going
home,
Our H.R.H. performs;
A lighthouse, perhaps, he
sees lit up,
And reads “ Report on
Storms.’’
And as S. James’s souudeth
One,
He reaches Marlborough
House,
Has one cigar, and goes to
bed,
As quiet as a mouse.
But to him Punch appears in
dreams,
And this is what he saith,
“ My Royal Sir, snobs like to
work
A willing horse to death.
“ Old Knollys should hid
such plagues begone,
Or else I’d make him walk;
What time have you to nurse
your son.
Or with your bride to talk ? ”
In dreams bis Highness
makes reply,
“ Bless you, my Punch," says
he ;
“ You always were the true
ally ■ •
Of my Mamma and me. ”
o m
E
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