Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 62, January 6, 1872

LONDON:
BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.

GENTLEMEN Arbitrators, I salute you in the concrete, said Mr. Punch, walking up to the table of the Hall of Congress at Geneva. I also salute you specially. Count Sclopis, una voce poco fà ; M. Staempfli, my Merry Swiss Boy, point d'argent, point de Suisse ; Baron Itajuba, I hope your sangre azul is cool this hot weather.
Really, Mr. Punch, said the Lord Chief Justice Cockburn——
And really, my dear Sir Alexander, was Mr. Punch's lightning-like repartee. How are you? and Davis, my Bancroft, how are you? Have you seen Mrs. Bancroft in Caste ? Capital, isn't she? And now to business, and after that we'll go for a row on the Lake, my Allobroges. Know they settled here, Davis?
I know several things, said Mr. Davis, and one is that you have no business in this chamber.
Rem acu tetigisti , my Occidental. My visit is strictly on pleasure. And I reckon to have the pleasure of sticking these here Negotiations in a greased groove before I quit.
Porter! exclaimed the Count Sclopis, angrily.
Not a drop, I thank you, said Mr. Punch, smiling. We should not get it good here. A bottle of Seltzer, if you please, with a slight dash of the liquid named after yonder lake, but unsweetened.
His exquisite good-temper—he associates with Granville and Disraeli—was too much for the dignitaries. They all shook hands with him, said he was welcome, and begged that he would go away until dinner-time.
Not a bit of it, my Beamish Boys, said Mr. Punch. I am going to earn that dinner.