Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, May 25, 1895

Uncle Toby and the Widow Wadman, as they might have been.
A Mark against Denmark.—At the beginning of last week it was midsummer weather, and not to have cast off winter clothing and donned light attire would have been deemed Midsummer madness. But by Thursday on a changé tout cela , except the clothes, and we were in midwinter! The Daily Telegraph's weather-clerk observed, that all this resulted from a deep depression in Denmark. It certainly caused deep depression here; and there must be something rotten in the State of Denmark which ought to be looked to immediately. Ere these lines appear we hope—sincerely hope—that we shall have retraced our steps towards summer.
Query Suggested.—We read in the Financial Times that A corner in camphor is, it is stated, being arranged. Is to be in a corner in camphor as good as being laid up in lavender ?
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Sang Punch on the seventeenth instant May,
With a true Jabberwockian chortle,
As he saw the swipe, on the Bristol ground,
Which worked Grace's hundred of centuries round;
A record ne'er equalled by mortal.
My beamish boy —of nigh forty-seven—
There isn't a cheerier sight under heaven