Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, October 5th 1895

Mr. Wheeler. I don't see what they want to build a great Wheel like that for!
Mrs. Wheeler. No. Why couldn't they have had a Safety, and geared it up to any height they liked?
Mr. Punch heartily congratulates the Royal Horticultural Society on their grand show of British-grown fruit (none made in Germany ), and the Crystal Palace Company on the excellent arrangements made for the most advantageous display of these magnificent fruits defendus ,—for forbidden fruit they certainly are, as, much to the disgust, probably, of the apothecaries and family doctors, the visitor may not taste any of the luscious specimens attractively set before him. They are all les pommes du voisin , but though forbidden their appearance was anything but forbidding. It came to an end last Saturday, when it is reported that all the fruits were safely got out of the building except one sleepy pear, whom nothing could arouse.
The Ingot and Outgot Silver Case.—So far the police are to be congratulated. The detectives have acted with all the readiness and decision of a Sherlock Holmes. Result so far is, that one Henry Bailey—name of not particularly happy omen in connection with a certain Old Bailey—is in custody, as also are four bars of silver. Bailey was taking four bars rest when arrested and removed.
( A British Soldier's View of It. )
Air— The Burial of Sir John Moore.
Not a shot was heard, not a stroke we smote,
As we trod our home-journey unhurried.
The papers about us wrote thundering rot,
But Sir Robert kept cool and unflurried.
We'd had heat to encounter, and frost to fight,