PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Vol. 62.
January 27, 1872.
THE LIQUOR CONTROVERSY.
'Spectable Citizen. "Ish my Opi'ion thish P'missive Bill 'sh Vexash'iousMeasure. (Hic!) Why should I be D'prived of Nesh-sh-ary R'freshment,'cause another Party hasn't—can't—doesn't—know when he'sh hadenough? Shtan' up, Ol' Man!!!"
A JINGLE FOR ST. JAMES'S.
(By a Musical Enthusiast.)
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops
Whoe'er admires what some call "Ops;"
Should go, and lick his mental chops
While feasting at the Monday Pops.
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops
To me their music far o'er-tops
The jingling polkas and galóps
On cracked pianos played at hops.
Nor almond rock, nor lemon-drops
Nor sugar-plums, nor lollipops
With which small children cram their crops
Are sweeter than the Monday Pops.
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops
Delight of fogies and of fops
The music that all other wops
Is given at the Monday Pops.
Their fame all rivals far o'er-tops
You see their programmes at the shops
And here the bard exhausted stops
His rhymings on the Monday Pops.
TRUE BILL?
Much ingenuity has been expended in trying toprove that Shakspeare was a lawyer, and, amongstother passages in his writings, the two first lines of theSonnet which commences—
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,"
may be thought to indicate that he possessed legalacquirements. Has it, however, occurred to the editorsand commentators, that these lines are capable of anotherinterpretation, and may be considered to add a new itemto our scanty knowledge of Shakspeare's personal history,if we take the more probable view, that when hepenned them he had in his mind's eye those familiarTribunals—the Quarter Sessions—to which, it may bewhilst residing in the Metropolis, but most undoubtedlyafter his retirement to Stratford, he would be summonedin the capacity of Grand Juryman?
SOUP AND SERMON.
The Morning Post records an interesting case of—
"Supper To Convicted Felons.—On Tuesday evening a supper wasgiven to one hundred and fifty convicted felons by Ned Wright, the well-knownconverted burglar, at the Mission Hall, Hales Street, High Street,Deptford. The candidates for tickets of admission were compelled to attendthe night before the supper and give an account of themselves to prove thatthey really were convicted felons, and by the sharp and close questioning ofMr. Wright, about fifty were refused tickets as impostors."
The fifty impostors who were fain to palm themselves off as convictsfor the sake of a supper, must have been poor knaves indeed.These supernumeraries, for whom there was no seat at the table ofSociety, con