Punch / Almanack (1881)

PUNCH’S ALMANACK FOE 1881

[December 13,1830

MEN AND MOTTOES.

Lord Sherbrook (spilt off broken bicycle)—
“ All the wheels of being Lowe."

Tennyson.

Granville (looking at liis minority in the
Lords)—

“ Regard the weakness of thy Peers."

Tennyson.

Irving—1 Follow his strides.”

“Wouldhe were fatter.”

“ My native English must 1 now forego.”
Shakespeare.

Sir Wilfrid Lawson (holding Permissive
Bill)—

“ Thy sole delight is sitting still
With that cold dagger of thy bill."

Tennyson.

“ And such wet circumstance of waterish
words.” Swinbukne.

Lord Houghton—

“ The Lord of lute and lay.’—Praed.
Gladstone (with budget)—

“ The complete sum and secret of my
Will.” Swinburne.

“ Idle old man,

That still would manage the authorities
That he had given away. ”

Shakespeare.

“ Oh, well for him whose Will is strong.”
Tennyson.

Wagner—

“ You shall not bob us out of our
Melody.” Shakespeare

Mr. Smith, M.P.—

“ The Smith a mighty man is he.”
Longfellow.

Mr. Forster—

“ And try your hap against the Irish-
men.” Shakespeare.

Tennyson—

“ The shadow cloaked from head to foot.”
Tennyson.

“ The Idyll singer of an empty day.”

W. Morris.

Mr. Parnell —

“ Hook it—to some usef ul end.”—•
Tennyson.

Sir John Bennett—

“ Nor deal in 1 Fatfc/t-words overmuch.”
Tennyson.

Alderman McArthur—

“ Alas ! you’ve been dining with Peers.”
Praed.

Levy (of the D. T.)—

“And then thou lovest me, for my
name is‘Will.’” Shakespeare.

“ And kiss the B in Benjamin.”

Thomas Hood.

Mr. Bradlaugh—

“ Let me in and be seated."—Luttrell.
Labouchere—

“ But out on the World ! from the flowers
It shuts out the sunshine of Truth."

Praed.

L\ Archer—

“ The sportive Autumn claimed by right
An Archer.” Thos. Campbell.

F. Greenwood—

“And how vastly genteeler, my dear
reader, this is

Than vulgar Pall-Mall.” Tom Moore.
Charles Warner—

“ Brink, pretty creature, Drink!'

Wordsworth.

Arthur Sullivan—

“ Our Arthur kept his best until the
last.” Tennyson.

NINCOMPOOPIANA.

(A Test.)

The Squire. “I believe it’s a Botticelli.”

Prigsby. “On, no! Pardon me! It is TOT a Botticelli. Before a
Botticelli I am mote ! ” [The Squire wishes it was.

Mr. Cooper Foster (of Guy's)—

“ I am too old to fawn upon a Furse."

Shakespeare.

Sims Reeves—

“ He who uttered nothing bass.”
Tennyson.

Lord Redesdale—

“ Oh ! my offence is rank.”

Shakespeare.
Sir William Harcourt—

“ A wit's a feather and a chief’s a rod.”

Pope.

Gentleman driving rather fresh pair, after repeated hails from a “yokel,” with difficulty pulls up.
Rustic (coining vp breathlessly). “Ha’ yf.r cot such a Thing as a Lucifer about yer, Master?”