TO THE INCOMPLETE (POLITICAL) ANGLER.
O Brummagem Joseph, my boy, will you halt on
Your sturdy, but scarce diplomatical way,
And take from an ancient disciple of Walton
A few friendly hints about patience and "play"?
As an Angler you have Mr. Punch's best wishes,
But do you consider it wise, ere you start
To throw stones in the water, and stir up the fishes?
That's scarcely the right piscatorial art.
No, stillness and silence, and delicate tact, Sir,
Are needed for handling the rod and the reel.
You may pelt and may splash, but you'll find it a fact, Sir,
Who frightens the fishes will not fill his creel.
Hadwice Gratis.—The Vaudeville Theatre announces a new play by Mr. Enery Hauthor Jones, called Heart of Hearts. To popularise it for Town use, much better call it 'Art of 'Arts at once.
New Order (not issued from the Horse Guards.)—The entire British Army to be submitted to a Fortnightly Review for the next three months at least.
Mem. for Police by General-Inspector Punch.—Stop the Orators in Trafalgar Square, and let the Fountains be the only ones to spout.
'arry Stratford-atte-Bow's French Motto for the Fifth Of November.—"Toujours Guy."