Three Leaves from Punch.
GOING TO COVER.
Voice in the Distance.—"Now, then, Smith—Come along!"
Smith.—"Oh, it's all very well to say, Come along! when he won't move a step, and I'm afraid he's going to lie down!"
Old Gent.—"You see, my Dear, that the Earth turns on its own Axis, and makes one Revolution round the Sun each Year."
Young Revolver.—"Then, Pa, does France turn on its own Axis when it makes its Revolutions?"
Old Gent.—"No, my Dear, it turns on its Bayonets. However, that's not a Question in Astronomy."