Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 107, July 21st 1894
In my garden, where the rose
By the hundred gaily blows,
And the river freshly flows
Close to me,
I can spend the summer day
In a quite idyllic way;
Simply charming, you would say,
Could you see.
I am far from stuffy town,
Where the soots meander down,
And the air seems—being brown—
Various
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Vol. 107.
JUNE 21, 1894.
A RIVERSIDE LAMENT.
THE 'ARDEN-ING PROCESS.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
THE VOLUNTEER'S VADE MECUM.
LATEST PARLIAMENTARY BETTING.
AS WE LIKE IT.
"A GOOD TIME COMING!"
"A GOOD TIME COMING!"
A MODERN MADAME.
TO GOLFERS.
WHAT WE MAY EXPECT SOON.
LYRE AND LANCET.
'ARRY AT BISLEY.
THE LATEST GREAT YACHT RACE.
"A FRIEND IN NEED—"
A FRIEND IN NEED;
WHAT OUR ARTIST HAS TO PUT UP WITH.
A MIDSUMMER DAY-DREAM.
THE MINX.—A POEM IN PROSE.
THE LAY OF THE EXPLORER.
RULE, "BRITANNIA."
TO ALTHEA IN THE STALLS.
PREHISTORIC PEEPS.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
CRUEL!
THE ROYAL WELSH BARD.
GOOD WISHES.
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