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हैं JOHN BRIGHTS NEW REFORM BILL.—“REFORM YOURSELVES !”

"It is a fact that no Government, that no administration, that no laws, crime, which are now witnessed among us, the ignorance, the poverty, the that no amount of industry or of commerce, that no extent of freedom can give suffering, the sickness and the crime which are caused by one single, but most prosperity and solid comfort to the homes of the people unless there be in prevalent, bad habit or vice—the drinking needlessly of that which destroys those homes economy, temperance, and the practice of virtue. (Cheers.) This body and mind and home and family; - do we not all feel that this country which I am preaching is needful for all. But it is specially needful for those would be so changed, and so changed for the better, that it would be almost whose possessions are the least abundant and the least secure. If we could impossible for us to know it again.”

Peroration of the Right Honourable subtract from the ignorance, the poverty, the suffering, the sickness, and the John Bright's Speech at Birmingham, Truesday, January 11.

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A GRACIOUS EVANS, AND A CHARMING

OPTIONAL TAXATION.
DICK WHITTINGTON.

"A'm thankin,” says MR. DUNCAN M'CRAE, that the maist inte

restin' soobjic o conseederation, an' reflection, sax days oot o' the ELIGHTED Punch begs to ex- seeven, is feenance. It is the ane towpic aye uppermaist in ma mind. press his great personal obli ain feenance is what preencipally an'habitually occupies ma gations to MR. Evans, one thochts; an' whan I hae dune thunkin' o' that, then A' thunk aboot of the Clowns in the Crystal the nation's. Noo, A' conseeder there's nae method o' raisin the Palace Pantomime. MR. wind iver devised by ony Chauncellor o' the Exchequer sae gude, an' Evans has given Mr. Punch sae ingenious, an' sae comparatively tolerable as the seestem o' imposin' a kind and degree of plea- licenses

, for this that an' the ither luxury. . It's a plan ye can just tax sure which Mr. Punch, as yoursel by, pay a duty on superfluities gin ye will, an' it suits your an ancient Paterfamilias, purpose, or gang withoot and save the money. Tax ma dog, tax ma rather blasé to Christmas creest, tax onything ye like that A' can dispense wi'; but dinna tax ma junketings and jollifications whusky-dinna tax my income. Dinna hender me frae layin up a generally, whether in the suffeecient proveesion for my auld age. shape of turkeys or trans Noo, Punchie, there's naethin a mon can better want than a wife formation scenes, pudding an' fawmily, specially a fawmily. They're nae neecessawries o' life, or pantomime, did not think an' I hae kent verra few cases where they were comforts. Whether it was in Christmas clown- onybodie will be bordened wi' 'em or not a thegither depends upon ing to give him.

himsel'. Weel, wi' a view towards makin' taxation voluntary, an' by This Crystal Palace Clown way o soobstitute for the dreadfu' income-tax, what wad ye say to the is not only a very surprising notion o compellin ivery Paterfamilias o' noo taxable income, or leaper, and an excellent Materfamilias, if the Pater is eenaccessible, to tak oot a license for tumbler, - his tumbling hav- ilka ane o' their progeny? Hech, the over-population oʻthe kintra's ing, as all good clowns' just awfu', an' sic an impost wad accord preceesly wi poleetical as tumbling should have, hu- weel as personal economy, A'niver could afford matrimony mysel,

mour, character, and mean- an' think it hard that ma' sma' profits, an' gains, an' deevidends, an ing in it,,but he understands that Clown is a great acting party and rents, an' interest on loan an' mortgage suld be taxed to cheapen the he acts it, as Mr. Punch has not seen it acted since his dear old friend cost o' ither men's bairns. Forbye the Bearins Tax then, in his next Joly GRIMALDI Was permanently engaged for the great Olympic Boodjet, let BOBBIE Lowe just clap on a Bairns Tax. An' noo dinna pantomime, vice Momus discharged. He is one of two clowns in the say a Scotchman canna mak' a joke. pantomime ; and the other, - ROWELLA, —is extremely good also, though in a less exceptional way. MR. Evans makes out by far the most amusing scenes of the Harlequinade, without one of those silly flap or box tricks which are so deadly dull, entirely out of the

A RE-APPEARANCE. proper Clown's occupations-of shop-lifting and love-making; and “MRS. KEELEY appeared at MR. CHARLES MATHEWS' benefit, in the small he transacts both with a humour, significance, and drollery combined, part of one of the Nieces in SHERIDAN’s Critic, and received a perfect

ovation. which, by themselves, would carry off a far worse Pantomime. She seemed to have lost none of her old power, and we could not help reMr. Punch must further offer a word of thanks to Miss CAROLINE gretting the long absence from the stage of a real genius in comedy, whom, it PARKES, the young lady who plays Dick Whittington. She sings is not too much to say, no actress, with one exception,

now before the public sweetly and correctly, acts with great spirit and intelligence, speaks

can approach.”—General Opinion. her lines with point and distinctness, dances sailors' hornpipes, nigger

I saw her for a moment, breakdowns, or regular pas d'opéra with equal precision, grace, good

I thought of days gone by, taste, and nimbleness'; and, now and then, does all these things, in

When with Twoice Killed the same scena, in a style that leaves one at a loss

whether most to

The House was filled, admire her many-sidedness of accomplishment, or her wonderful

And in the pit stood I. soundness of wind and perfection of training.

I thought of Betsy Baker In short the managers of the Crystal Palace Pantomime have drawn

With her bonnet and her pattens! two trumps—in their Clown, MR. Evans, and their Dick Whittington, Miss CAROLINE PARKES; and Mr. Punch is delighted to pay his debt

I ought to grow thin now-a-days,

If true, that laughter fattens.
of honest acknowledgment for pleasure received at their respective
dressing-room doors.

We've farces, comedies, burlesques, and weary seek our beds,
The Legs of the profession we can see, but not its Heads.
It isn't that I'm old and like to praise a former age,

But we've scarcely got one genuine comic actress on the stage-
THE TRUE JOURNALIST.

As I would not give offence, I will not speak my mind out freely, M. ALBERT WOLFF, of the Figaro, writing of VICTOR NOIR, or

But long 'twill be ere I shall see another MRS. KEELEY. SALMON, the victim in the wretched "free fight” at Auteuil, says :“He was twenty years old, this poor child just dead in so tragio a manner.

APPALLING ANNOUNCEMENT. Twenty years ! The unhappy child was built like a Hercules, and gentle as a lamb.

He had no time to prove whether he had talent, I say, you say, he says, we say, ye say, they say! Just look here! but his temperament was that of a true journalist. He had all the Somebody-no, we should think that

we would not give him the benefit instincts of his profession, but never took the trouble to learn anything: he of an advertisement announces that he has a new composition, whereof loved the Republic, not so much from reasoning as from a generous sentiment. he makes table knives ; something which is better than steel, for this

Intractable when he had to defend those whom he loved, he was the reason, among others :kindest being in the world when his own person only was at stake. Though just twenty, he had proved his courage in several duels.”

“ 6th. It is also intended to make obsolete, or unnecessary, the rule of

etiquette which precludes the Knife from being placed to the mouth, thus M. WOLFF leaves us to find out which trait here especially indicates putting the eater often to inconvenience, and depriving the appetite of choice " the temperament of the true journalist”: the build of the Hercules-aliment.” the gentleness of the lamb—the never taking the trouble to learn anything--the love of the Republic, not so much from reasoning as senti- a" century that holds Punch? Is the world at an end, or not? We

Do we live in a century following that which held CHESTERFIELDment—the intractability in defending others—the kindness when his only ask for information,” as people say. own person was at stake—the several duels fought before he was twenty ;-but, probably, we are meant to infer that all these characteristics combined make up the true journalist.” If so, happy the

Give an Inch. country, we should say, which had fewest of them. For the idea M. WOLFF's picture leaves on one is of a strong-bodied, loose-minded, The elevation of M. OLLIVIER to power at the head of a Liberal unread, unreasoning, rash, quarrelsome character, reckless of his own Ministry is significant. Such a man and such a ministry cannot allow life or that of others, with the quality of personal kindness, for its half- the liberties of France and the powers of the EMPEROR to remain penny worth of bread, to its intolerable quantity of combustibles. where they are. That France has got something by the senatus con

The true journalist” should be the best possible instructor. What sultum the abandonment of the Personal system shows. We shall soon sort of instruction is a country to look for from journalists after M. have “ OLLIVIER asking for more." What will the Imperial Bumble Wolff's ideal ?

say to the demand?

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OFF, ODGER! MR. BRIGHT has been making some speeches at Birmingham. In one of them he discouraged the doctrine that Working Men-that is, artisans ought to be elected to Parliament merely because they are Working Men. He thinks that this would be mere class representation. The object of electors should be to get the best man, let him be of what vocation he may.

MR. BRIGHT's view is, of course, open to be controverted. But Mr. Punch holds it undesirable that it should be controverted in language like that used by MR. ODGER, who, as a Working Man, seeks to be elected for Southwark.

MR. ODGER said, -" He was afraid that MR. BRIGHT, having basked in the sunshine of Royalty, had caught the Queen's Evil, or been inoculated by the flunkeys surrounding the throne."

This speech, GEORGE ODGER, is simply vulgar, indecent, and insolent; and whether Southwark desires to be represented by a Working Man or not, it, containing thousands of self-respecting men, cannot desire to be represented by a person capable of delivering such language. Your continuing a Candidate is an insult to your fello Working-Men and to the rest of the Constituency. Home, and learn decency.

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AFTER THE PANTOMIME.

An Allegory in Art.

SUPPOSE some talented Artist were to Nurse. “THERE 'S YOUR CAKE, Miss GEORGEY. Now, MASTER BOBBY, WHAT WILL YOU paint, for a contribution to the Royal HAVE BEFORE YOU GO TO BED ?”

Academy's next_Show, a' picture of JOHN Master Bobby. "I'LL HAVE A DEVILLED TURKEY'S LEG, WELL PEPPERED, AND SOME BOLL Offering. HIBERNIA, or COLUMBIA a BEER, IF YOU PLEASE."

baby. Title, “ The Olive Branch."

Waiter says,

MORE HAPPY THOUGHTS.

The summing up appears to me to be, "If you've come all the way

to Aachen without having something the matter, we'll soon knock up The Doctor comes while we are at breakfast, and takes me by sur. a disease for you, and you'll be as bad as anyone here in no time." prise. There are eggs, tongue, grilled chicken-cum-mushrooms on the

Doctor says I must begin the system to-morrow. table; also, coffee, tea, and preserve. I am munching buttered toast,

System.-Rise at 6:30. Take the waters at the Elisa Fountain. Take and generally speaking

haven't been so thoroughly well or less like a short walk: take this with the Concert in the garden. Take an invalid in the whole course of my life.

another glass : take some more Concert. Return to hotel— light break“This is the Herr," pointing to me, and introduces us. fast--emphatically, light breakfast. I again apologise for to-day's ex. DOCTOR CASPAR begs I won't derange myself (in excellent English), cess in breakfast, and lay it on DYNGWELL. and will call again. I suppose he means call again when I've done the

System continued.-An hour and a half after breakfast take a bath : buttered toast, and am more like an invalid.

stop in, twenty-five minutes. Return to hotel. Keep warm till dinnerMem. It's odd that whenever a Doctor calls upon me, as a patient, time at 1:30, when serve myself ap at table d'hôte, hot. suddenly, I generally happen to be looking remarkably well, and all

Understand it all. Write it down. Determine to do it. Wonder the symptoms that made me send

for him (when, of course, he couldn't what will be the result. Wonder what will be the matter with me come) have vanished. My idea of a doctor's visit is, that he should when I've gone through a course of the system. find one moaning, groaning, and looking wretchedly pale : also, "unable

Happy Thought. If I don't like it, shall go home. to touch a morsel," not, as Caspar finds me, eating breakfast enough CASPAR being gone, I am not a man again. Remember suddenly lots for two, and enjoying it.

of things I ought to have asked him. Happy Thought.-Apologise for being in such good health. CAPTAIN

Make Mems to ask him when we meet again. May I take chamDYNGWELL and DR. CASPAR, I perceive, know one another. They talk pagne?, or sherry ? or both. If not, which, or what? How about about what has happened in DYNGWELL's absence. It appears that vegetable! How about tea and coffee? Will sugar hurt me? Will nothing has happened in his absence (which they expatiate upon to a milk make any difference? Where am I to get the waters? Where considerable extent), whereupon

he puts his glass in his eye, and asks is the Elisa Garden? Who gives the waters ? Must one be a subafter several "Cockalorums. [DR. CASPAR and the Captain both use scriber to get the waters ? If so-How much ? If much-Can't

I get glasses; the first invariably, the second occasionally.] The Cockalorums the waters somewhere else ? What am I to do in the bath? What generally seem to be doing very well, judging from the Doctor's sta- am I to say when I go there? In what language am I to ask for a tistics, who is quite au fait at DYNGWELL’s peculiar English.

bath? Will they know what I want ? "This Cove," says DYNGWELL, when the conversation has come to Happy Thought.-Ask DYNGWELL. When I ask him a few of these a standstill, inclining his head sideways towards me,"

has got the questions, adding that I am going through the course, he observes, regular rumti-iddities, papsylals, and pandenoodles all in one. Regʻlar interrogatively, What, my light-hearted invalid, coming out as the bad case-quite the invalid-give him something to rub in.”

perfect cure, eh?! With which piece of medical advice he nods to both of us, and Must ask about learning German, Get a German professor. Quite lounges out of the room, observing that

we shall meet at the table d'hôte. common, I suppose, a German professor. Alone with the Doctor, and the remains of the breakfast. Short con Happy Thought.-If they're swimming-baths, I could learn German versation. Serious moment. Feel that Frivolity has gone out with while swimming about with a professor in the water. DYNGWELL, DYNGWELL. Doctor examines me through his eye-glass, which seems a to whom I mention this as an idea, remarks that, as for swimming, of sort of operation in itself. Decision soon arrived at; namely, that pro- course it depends how much water 'I want for that, as the bath is only bably I've got rheumatic gout somewhere about me, and that if I about six feet by four. Still, it is a good idea. don't know what's the matter with me now, I soon shall. “The Happy Thought.The Doctor, who also dines at the table d'hôte, will waters,” DR. CASPAR explains, “will bring it out, whatever it is.” stop me if he sees me eating or drinking anything wrong. Can take every

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FOUND AT RICHMOND.
I sighed not at the news that Wednesday bore,
That the Old Star and Garter was no more.
For I'd discounted all the woe I'd got.
I sighed whenever I discharged the shot.

PATERFAMILIAS.
SAME, ANOTHER WAY.
Its food was fair-occasionally nice,
But higher Art was due for such a price :
In the new house they'll give-I trust they will —
A subtler cookery, or a gentler bill.

MATERFAMILIAS. AGAIN. O, all was lovely, dinner, fruit, and wine, And that dear darling view was just divine : A golden glory set upon the sea Heaven smiled on Earth, and Henry smiled on me.

LILY.

ONCE MORE.

thing till stopped. Several English there-all invalids : also invalids of various nations. DR. CASPAR points them out to me, so does DyngWELL. DYNGWELL tells me that the Cockalorum opposite me was quite a cripple when he came, but now, he says, "She's no end of a hand at skittles. He nudges me (DYNgwell is quite conversational here) to remark the "rum coon next me on my left." I do so. He is a cheerfal-looking elderly gentleman in spectacles. Captain informs me that "he's a Prussian Attorney in very good practice, which would be better if he wasn't for four months in the year in a lunatic asylum. The waters," DYNGWELL adds, "are bringing it out of him," (bringing what out of him ?-lunacy ?) "but he's not all right yet; in fact he's liable to be taken worse at any moment.”

Happy Thought.--Shall change my seat to-morrow.

Dining is different in Prussia to anywhere else, I believe. We start with soup and fish, as in England; after this I lose myself. Better appear as if I was accustomed to this style of living.

Happy Thought.-Take a little of everything: When I dine here again shall know more about it. Besides if I'm wrong, Doctor will stop me.

Result of this determination is, that having got clear of the soup and fish, I find myself taking beef and jam (I think), chicken and cutlets, salad and stewed pears, some sort of game very bitter, and pudding and cheese on the same plate. "The whole to conclude," as the play, bills say, “with the laughable farce of walnuts.” Then coffee and cigars. The Doctor doesn't stop me.

I can't help remarking sotto doce to DYNGWELL, that it's a queer sort of dinner. “You mean, says he, “it's a queer sort of mixture you've made of it.” He explains that though the waiters hand round these dishes quickly and together, yet it's only that every one may make a choice of what he likes. DYNGWELL says, “Never mind; waiters will put it into you; waters will take it out of you.” The waters, according to DYNGWELL, will take everything out of you.

After dinner we all become conversational, inclining towards argument. The Skittler is introduced to me; the lunatic attorney retires (thank goodness); a tall Englishman (who hasn't dined there) saunters in and joins our end of the table. The theme of his conversation is that he can dine somewhere in the town on a rumpsteak, eggs, and beer for a shilling. Nobody denies it; and, apparently, nobody envies him. An American moves his coffee-cup up to us, and wants to know who's seen the paper to-day. No one has, and a lull takes place in the conversation.

Happy Thought. We get the English papers here.

Note.-When the Times arrives is uncertain : but it does come very early in the morning. Much dishonesty is practised to get it at once. The porter is entreated, the waiters are sent all over the hotel with indig: nant messages from one person to another ab ut" keeping it so long." DYNGWELL has craftily told the porter at the door, that, at whatever hour of the morning the Times arrives, he is to come and wake him up to read it. Consequently DYNGWELL is awoke, to have first look at it : which operation, I ascertain, he performs, first, by being angry at having been roused; secondly, by getting half awake, and saying,

Hey, what? the Cockalorum with the thingummy;" thirdly, by a delay of two or three minutes, to discover "where his infernal eyeglass has got to,” which he finds somewhere over his shoulder, with one string entangled in his whiskers; fourthly, to "shake himself together;" fifthly, to select one attitude for reading in bed less uncomfortable than another; and, lastly, to unfold the Times, confounding it because it isn't cut, and asking, vaguely, “Why don't they cut it, hang 'em?” He just dashes through it. I observe, while craftily waiting in my dressing-gown to take it to my own room, (and, perhaps, Happy Thought, bide it, which I admit is wrong,—but if I don't, and once go out, there'll be no more chance of seeing it for to-day) to him,-"Surely you can't get much out of the Times that way?" He replies that he only

wants to see if they say anything about him in it. It appears that they vol don't, on any morning; which causes the Captain to use a vast

amount of strong language about the old Cockalorums at the Horse Guards, through whom, it seems, he has got some transactions about selling out, or purchasing in, or exchanging. I don't exactly understand what he is so irate about, but, from his explanation, I conceive that Commissions are not to be had for purchasing; or his isn't a good one for selling; or that no one will exchange with him; or that the fellow who said he would, wouldn't; or some other military difficulty. Happy Thought.-Get Dyngwell to explain the Army system to

Include it under A, Typ. Devel., B. I., Vol. I. Published by POPGOOD AND GROOLLY, with Addenda to the Thirteenth Edition. Dedicated to-to-whom? Must think of that. Something to think of while I'm at Aix.

Happy Thought.-Put Times in my room. Go and take my first waters at Elisa Fountain. Porter at door tells me I must take my own tumbler. Porter at door, wonderful linguist, in a sort of uniform. Speaks every language : shouldn't be astonished if a Chinaman were to arrive, and the Porter were to tackle him in his own native tongue at once. I take my tumbler, and, feeling a little odd with it, put it in my great-coat pocket.

Bother the Star and Garter-glad it's down.
I never hear its name without a frown-
Got tight there, and proposed to Bessy CLAY,
And now she nags me thirty times a-day.

JEREMIAH SNEAK.
WHAT, ANOTHER ?
When, a gay bachelor, down there I dined,
And at a friend's expense I ate and wined,
I thought it jolly. Husband, now, and sire,
An onion holds my tears for yonder fire.

BENE DICK. YOU TOO, Y'm. In courtship days FRED wrote and chose the room, Ma, him, and me drove in a C-spring brougham. Later, that squalid railway-cab-bad viewI feel quite glad the place is down. I do.

XANTIPPE. HULLO! Sir, I'd a feeling for that house. I Write. I took a publisher, and made him tight, And, Sir, he gave me on that novel's birth, Twice what I'd asked, and thrice what it was worth.

SCRIBO. POOR OLD THING. I hated it. I'd nearly won my game, He got quite spooney.

“ Would I change my name?" His friend had watched-and took him out to smoke, That sobered him. “Of course he meant a joke.”

Nor VERY OLD MAID.

O! GO ON.
I loved the house. I dined there, when engaged, -
Louisa flirted till I got enraged :
I hooked it-took her cousin, who's a duck,
And Loo's old dad has smashed. I say, what luck!

STOCK EXCHANGE.
FOR SHAME!
I went to see the Ruins. I'll explain.
Just for the sake of coming back again.
The way to there was plain as any pike-
I'd never known what the road home was like.

YOUNG THIRSTY. YOU MAY SPEAK. Dear, dear old house! I popp'd there to Miss Gadd, She frowned, and asked me whether I was mad. She married 'SPINDLESHANKS, of Bangalore, My LORD PENZANCE can tell you something more.

ESCAPED, THE LAST, BY JOVE. There I met Emma, with her guardian Glyn, She married me: he left us all his tin. My uncle over-ate himself there. Read His will. That house was dear to me, indeed.

A CONTENTED Man.

me.

* I mean the river, but that don't rhyme.-L.

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