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"M. ROCHEFORT has written a letter to M. SCHNEIDER, proposing that the Ministry should be impeached for inciting to civil war."

Instead of being immured in a French prison, M. ROCHEFORT ought now to be figuring in a British theatre. The face of M. ROCHEFORT should be overlaid with white paint, patched and streaked with scarlet. His eyebrows should be enlarged, and his head crowned with a coxcomb. His attire should consist of a frock and knickerbockers of motley, clocked stockings, and red-morocco shoes. Thus equipped and embellished for the excitement of mirth, M. ROCHEFORT should be engaged nightly at one of the theatres in affording amusement to the youthful part of his spectators, in particular making a point, when collared in a streetrow, of upbraiding the police with having created the disturbance.

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ANATHEMA SIT.

(See the Canones de Ecclesia, published in the Times of Thursday, February 10th.

AIR-"A Hunting We will Go."

THE new-cast canons of the Church,
To load and fire, be bold;

And prove they 'll shoot as straight and far

As e'er they shot of old.

As we have power to canonise

The Church's Saints on high,

So, Church's sinners we have power

To doom to endless fry!

Then a-cursing we will go, my boys,
A-cursing we will go!

If any man denies the rights

Of Holy Roman Church,

And holds that stain of any sin

Its head or limbs can smirch;

If any man from any faith

But ours hope Christian seed,

Or Christian fruit, on branch or root-
Let him be double-d'd!

And a-cursing let us go, my boys,
A-cursing let us go!

Whoso maintains that Faith or Works
Salvation can command,

For sinners who beyond the pale
Of Holy Church may stand;

Whoso contends that Holy Church

Can err in will or deed,

That there are sins Priests cannot purge-
Let him be double-d'd!

Then a-cursing let us go, my boys,
A-cursing let us go!

Whoe'er maintains that Holy Church
Can go astray at all-

Be pervert from its ancient rule,
Or into darkness fall;
That Pope or Priest, by evil life
May nullify his creed,

And prove blind guide of blinded flocks-
Let him be double-d'd!

And a-cursing let us go, my boys,
A-cursing let us go!

Whoe'er denies that Holy Church
By right divine holds rule,
O'er consciences and coin of men,
Bodies and souls to school;
That PETER is the Church's head,
The Popes his lineal breed,
Viceroys of Heaven to bind and loose-
Let him be double-d'd!

And a-cursing let us go, my boys,
A-cursing let us go!

Whoe'er supports a Public power
On which the Church may frown,

Or sets not, jure ecclesiæ,

Tiara over Crown;

Who holds that Church's law and State's
To divers ends can lead,

Or that this doth not rest on that-
Let him be double-d'd!

And a-cursing let us go, my boys,
A-cursing let us go!

Whoever dares to feast or fast

Save as Church fasts or feasts; Whoever dares to call his soul Ilis own, and not his Priest's; Whoever does, or says, or thinks, Save as Church has decreed, Per Canones Ecclesia

Let him be double-d'd!

Then a-cursing let us go, my boys,
A-cursing let us go!

A NEW ANNIVERSARY. (NOT A VICTORY.)-Wednesday, February 16th. The Battle of WATERLOW!

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WOMEN'S WORST DISABILITIES.

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any way against the bidding of their unreasoning inclinations. If it could, and the House of Commons would LDERMAN COWEN, the pass an Act to abolish all those female disabilities, poor other day, presented Paterfamilias would immediately have the pleasure of to the House of Com- seeing his wife and daughters, habitually independent of mons a petition from cabs, walking to the theatres and to evening parties as the Newcastle-on-Tyne, Pall Mall suggested the other day, in sensible short "to remove the disa dresses and mud-proof goloshes of India-rubber. bilities of women." It is to be wished the House of Commons could. Women are subject to disabilities other than political; and what a blessing it would be for them, and those who are charged with them, especially for men of moderate circumstances in the higher and middle classes, if Parliament could remove those! The POPE is often ridiculed for his continual use of an expression declaring disability in the sense of inability; want of power to do a thing, But women in general (not you, sweet readers,) are in the habit, much more frequently than his Holiness is, of saying non possumus. "I can't take exercise." "I can't touch that horrid me

EIGHTY MILES AT A STRETCH.

THE following paragraph, extracted from a contemporary, must be supposed to have originally appeared in an American paper:

fifteen and seventeen years old, completed on the 17th of January "A MATCH-Two daughters of a thrifty farmer in Illinois, the task of walking eighty miles within twenty consecutive hours for a prize of 100 dollars. They had one hour and thirty minutes to spare."""

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dicine." "I can't go about in those old things." "I can't dress under so much a year." I can't do without a carriage." I can't live any longer in this house." I can't manage without so many servants." "I can't eat this.' "I can't drink that." "I can't do "-anything whatever that implies the least degree of selfcommand. Unhappily no legislation can relieve women of their most grievous disabilities; those which all come under the general head of disability to act in

RARE NEWS FROM ROME.

THE lively Correspondent of the Post at Rome, describing certain ecclesiastical evolutions performed by the Fathers on their way to the Council, presents us with the following brilliant sketch in pen-andink:

"Groups are thus formed of endless variety, both as to attitude, expression, and colour, for the flaming Cardinal kneels down (on a cushion presented by a sumptuously liveried flunkey) beside a snuff-coloured unattended Capuchin (on the bare stones), and a gorgeous Nestorian, with pictured robe and flowing locks, groups well with a Hungarian patriarch, a couple of French bishops, and an Irish Dominican abbot."

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Never be satisfied with driving your nail through your board ever so far. Clinch it. The statement that two girls under eighteen walked eighty miles within twenty hours running (as we may say without Irishism) is a good whack with the hammer. The assertion that they had one hour and thirty minutes to spare is a clincher.

One would like to know the name of the "thrifty farmer in Illinois" whose daughters are said, as above, to have shown themselves such wonderful pedestrians.

If they are truly said to have done so, and take after their father, he is appropriately named if the name he bears is that which was borne by the author of the Pronouncing and the Rhyming Dictionary. It is a name which, at any rate, the foregoing story of a long walk will have occasioned many men to pronounce on reading it-WALKER.

A Long Step in the Right Road. PUNCH begs leave to congratulate the Right Honourable W. E. FORSTER on his bold, wise, and comprehensive Education Bill. He has taken a longer stride, by that Bill, towards securing the schooling of every child in England than two leagues-or seven leagues either.

LITERARY SMASHERS.

ANOTHER villainous case of word-coining is reported from America. A person there is spoken of as having "suicided.". The coiner of this verb no doubt belongs to the vile gang who lately issued the word "burgle," meaning to commit a burglary, and the still more hideous terms excurted suffered to pass current in the States. In the same false mint, we and "injuncted," which have recently been doubt not, have been coined such words as cabled,' " "wired," "donated," "deputated," "interviewed," " orated," ," "reliable," "rendition," "walkist," "eatist," and the like, with which the Queen's English has lately been in Yankeeland defaced. Such wretched counterfeits as these for genuine sterling English are, with scarcely an exception, first uttered in the newspapers; and if editors declined to pay for any article wherein they detected this false coinage, the literary smashers would be literally smashed.

NEW STYLE.

THE Times, in its notice of MR. BELLEW'S Hamlet (to which Mr. Punch heartily wishes much success), has the following remark: "There are so many persons in this country who run after everything theatrical, save a theatre itself, that this approximation to a theatre, which may be compared to the position of an asymptotic curve, may prove powerfully attractive to a large class."

"An asymptotic curve!"

If this sort of writing is coming into vogue, it will be necessary for us all to go through a course of mathematics before attempting to master the dramatic criticisms in the papers.

An Uncertain Title.

So confused and complicated were the interests involved in the recent litigation about the revenues of St. Paul's School, founded by DEAN COLET, that it had at last come to be described as the What-d'yeColet foundation.

LA MODE AND LA MISERE.

HUNGRY reader-still more, cold and hungry reader-if Punch counts among his readers any so vulgar as to be cold and hungry, would you be comforted? Read here-and warm yourself in the winter garments of your betters.

La Misère, allow me to introduce you to La Mode!

"Toilettes de visite appear to have arrived at the last stage of magnificence, the richest stuffs being now garnished with the richest trimmings. Take, for instance, a robe of golden brown velvet, and warm grey satin made with a long train au manteau de cour, the satin jupe having two flounces coquillés, the uppermost of satin trimmed with a delicate interlacing passementerie, the lower one of velvet edged with a gathered border of black lace. The velvet train is trimmed all round with bands of rich passementerie, that gradually widen towards its extremity, headed by ruches of grey satin.” Or this

"An equally elegant costume is in violet velvet and satin of a lighter shade, the under jupe of velvet being trimmed round the bottom with a deep entredeux of black velvet on white satin, bordered above and below by a floss silk fringe. The upper jupe à traine is in satin, and raised at the sides behind coques of violet velvet and black lace. Long basques trimmed with rouleaux of velvet, bordered with deep black lace, hung from the back of the corsage, and, joined together at their ends, follow the sweep of the train. The tight sleeves have puffs on the shoulders and slashes of white satin veiled with black lace.”

Is it possible you are still sad and sick and shivering? Then put this on your back and warm you:—

"One toilette, entirely of velvet of a warm violet shade, is made with a short jacket bordered with chinchilla fur, a band of which is arranged to form a small simulated pelerine behind. The cuffs of the tight-fitting under-sleeves, together with the openings of the loose hanging sleeves, which droop almost level with the knees, are trimmed en suite. The perfectly plain tunic has a fur border, and the under jupe has a deep band of fur some few inches from the bottom. A velvet muff bound with fur and a velvet toque trimmed with a grey feather, secured with a large gold buckle, complete a costume the elegance of which rivals its simplicity. A toilette in Carmelite velvet, trimmed with twisted silk cord, the under jupe of which has a deep flounce with heading, has its upper jupe raised at the sides by interlacing cords and tassels; while the jacket, which is open behind to accommodate the slight bouffante, has a couple of pointed basques falling down rather low in front and a vaporous-looking lace frill at its open collar.'

There! Isn't that nice wearing!

And as one good turn deserves another,

Let me next introduce La Mode to La Misère, a seasonable acquaintance in this fine bracing weather.

Here is an inquest at Charing Cross Hospital] last Wednesday, on JOHN SUTTON, aged fifty-three, coach-wheelwright, sober and industrious -out of employment the last four months-supported a sister while in work-nothing to eat for the last few weeks but dry bread and weak tea, procured by pledging clothes and furniture. MARY LOVELAND, a widow, called on the brother and sister last Thursday-seeing the man was ill for want of food, she asked the parish doctor to come to him. Doctor's assistant came and saw him, and said he had better come into the house on the following day. But the story loses by condensation. Let MARY LOVELAND tell it "to the bitter end," in her

own way :

"At the request of the assistant she went in the afternoon to the surgery of the workhouse for some medicine, when she told the doctor the man was dying for want of food, and asked him to give her an order for some beef-tea or some oatmeal. He said there was no oatmeal in the house, but made no

a disease! As an acute Guardian said, "for a Doctor to give such a certificate was no better than washing his hands of the patient altogether"-and flinging him "dead on the rates.

Ah-there's the rub! There wouldn't be so much harm if the doctor would only wait till the pauper's dead before flinging him. But unfortunately you can't always hit it so exactly as you did in the case of JOHN SUTTON, where the man died within eight hours of his admission to the House, and never cost the parish a meal. The St. Pancras Doctor needn't be in such a hurry-if he wasn't bent on spiting the guardians!

PAUL PRY AT ST. PETER'S.

It seems that a jackdaw in ecclesiastical peacock's feathers has really, by the complicity of a Roman tailor, contrived to creep into the Ecumenical Council. Who is he? Perhaps some contemporary's Own Correspondent. Having been found out, he was sent to prison, where he remains. Suppose he is a British subject. Shall we have to fit out an expedition for his release, dealing with Pro NoNo as we dealt with THEODORE? We could do it without fear of an European war. NAPOLEON would be only too glad of an excuse for leaving the POPE to fight any battles which he might provoke as a King by the exercise of his temporal sovereignty over representatives of foreign Powers. Nor need a Roman expedition cost the Income Tax-payer ten millions. We might make it pay its expenses by plundering the Vatican.

But "No Admittance Except on Business" is the rule at the Papal Council; and his HOLINESS has a right to enforce it. And should we say that a Briton is everywhere Civis Romanus, the Holy Father may shut us up as well as our countryman. He can say that he perfectly agrees with us, regards that prying British subject precisely as a Roman Citizen; and has served him accordingly. Which nobody can deny.

SHARE AND SHARE ALIKE.

ILL-served Lib'ral cause! Who in Southwark has brought her low?
Settle it, ODGER, between you and WATERLOW.

Who to LAYARD's old home brought a high Tory lodger?
Settle it, WATERLOW, 'tween you and ODGER.

Punch won't judge betwixt you, which should have giv'n way,
But, that one of you should have, is clear as the day.

If 'twas WATERLOW, hang him, a selfish old codger!
If it wasn't, then all I've to say is, hang ODGER.
At pelting the pair Punch will join in a breather,
But it's not fair to fling all the dirt upon either.

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have a little more information about this new Magazine for our table. A PIECE of news that makes the mouth water, but we should like to Will The Knife and Fork appear with plates? If so, how many cuts will each number contain? Will it be published in the Edgware Road? "FIN-BEC" is a man to play a capital Knife and Fork, and knows how to handle his subject thoroughly well, so we may expect from him a perfect feast of good things, served up in first-rate style, for which we shall be very willing to fork out any reasonable sum. But is there not a rival in the dining-room, in the Food Journal advertised as also about to appear?

COLD AFTER CANDLEMAS.

WITH ice-bergs floating down the Thames in February, after a cloudy Candlemas Day, we must modify the old Leonine verses relative to that festival, and may say :

remark about the beef-tea. He said the deceased had better come to the
house the next morning. He did not say anything about sending a conveyance.
On Friday morning the deceased had a small piece of dry bread to eat, and at
11 o'clock he left home with witness and his sister to go to the workhouse. He
had got but a little way, when he fell down in the street insensible, and was
taken to the hospital in a cab by a policeman. The cab-fare was paid by MR.
RICHARDS, a draper in Ann Street, who saw the deceased fall. MR. MITCHELL,
house-surgeon, said deceased was admitted into the hospital about 12 o'clock
on Friday morning last. He was insensible, and in a most exhausted state.
Every attention was paid to him, but he never rallied, and died at 10 o'clock
in the evening. The result of a post mortem examination showed that
deceased was suffering from inflammation of the lungs, the other organs being
healthy. There was no food in the stomach, nor a particle of fat on the
body, which was much emaciated. The want of food and exposure to the as thus:-
cold had accelerated the inflammation of the lungs, which was the immediate
cause of death. After some deliberation, the following verdict was returned:
"That the deceased died from inflammation of the lungs, produced by ex-
posure to the cold and the want of food."

This is one of four inquests in the same coroner's district on the same day, ending in effect in the same concise verdict: "Death from want of food, and privation." And there has been no day this last week without several such inquests.

No wonder the St. Pancras Guardians the other day got angry with the aggravating medical man who would persist in giving the sick poor certificates of "exhaustion from want of food." As if that was

Sol se condebat, Mariá purificante;

Nec minor est glacies post festum quàm fuit ante.

We may also reform our old vernacular doggerel on the same subject,

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Last Candlemas Day was dark and foul,
But the winter by no means did go last Yule,
If Candlemas Day should be bright and clear,
That may or may not be the case next year.

A Good Round Sum.

A GENTLEMAN has offered a bet of £500 that the earth is not rotund, as it is generally supposed to be in the best circles, a Fellow of the Geographical Society has accepted it, and "the editor of an old established London paper has been chosen umpire."-The Globe, of course.

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.-FEBRUARY 26, 1870.

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TAKING THE (IRISH) BULL BY THE HORNS.

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