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Title: Punch
Year: 1841 (1840s)
Authors: Lemon, Mark, 1809-1870 Mayhew, Henry, 1812-1887 Taylor, Tom, 1817-1880 Brooks, Shirley, 1816-1874 Burnand, F. C. (Francis Cowley), 1836-1917 Seaman, Owen, 1861-1936
Subjects: English wit and humor English wit and humor, Pictorial
Publisher: (London) : (Punch Publications Ltd., etc.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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ut to win he must be more thana King at Arms, he must be a King at Legs. Brethren, be wise. I have done my second-sight, and I have peeped through theblanket of the dark. I have projected my mind into futurity. Tear the Veil. Itis Torn. The pale stars of the morn shine on a Prophecy fearless of scorn. I givevictory to one of the FAVOURITES, but I take The Field for my Cockboat. And it is my belief and conviction that thewinner will be found in one of the sections which, following the constitutionalexample of my Lord Russell, I have thus grouped together. May you be for-tunate in following the advice of the only true prophet Advice to Austria. Would Austria but Venetia yield, She d gain a friend to back her;Then Prussia, single in the field* Would never dare attack her.What cant be kept long, Kaiser, cede To Italy the sunny.Then take in Germany the lead; Whats called the hegemony. A Prophecy for the Adelphi.—The Fast Family will run. 210 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (May 19, 1866.
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MRS. FRUMMAGES BIRTHDAY DINNER-PARTY. Mrs. F. (coming from behind the Screen, sneakiri just like her). There! Oh you Goodfornothing Bo r, now Ive found you our. HOW DARE YOU TOUCH THE WlNE, SlR ? Robert. Please M, I was—I was only just a goin to wish Yours an Masters wery good ealth M ! AT THE COUNCIL FIRE. Let tis bury the hatchet that all have been throwing; Let us bring forth the wampum, of yarns woven long;The short-cut of facts, twist of figures so knowing, In the pipe of peace put them, and pass it along.With the calumet, thus, while the young braves^are busy, Their war-paint washed off, doft the war-paths attire,Let Gladstone, great chief, and great medicine-man, Dizzy, Take their seats, cheek by jowl, at the same council fire. Give up picking holes, and combine for their suture In the frame of the Bill, that lies stopping the wayFrom the House of the Past, to the House of the Future,— Tis a work must be done ere M.P.s can go play;Of defiance and difference sink the whole b

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