To Mr. Punch, Sirr,—You're a patriot, divil a less.
Is it fair, I ask you, Sirr, is it fair to quote the Universal Bard against us Ulster, et ne plus Ulster, Loyalists? Yet this is the line which a man who used to call himself "a friend of mine" sends me, and he puts a drawing with it, which I can't, and won't reproduce, representing a moon up in the sky, labelled "Home Rule," and a pack of wolves (a pack of idiots, for all they're like wolves, for that matter), on which he writes "Ulster," with their mouths open, looking up at it. And this, he says, is an illustration of a line in Shakspeare,
"The howling of Irish wolves against the moon,"
which you'll find in As You Like It (whether you like it or not), Act V., Sc. 2. If the O'Chamberlain, or the O'Saunderson, or any of 'em, can make use of this, they're welcome to it.
Yours,
A Pip of the Old Orange.
Hook-y Sailor.—"Inauguration of a New Service to the Continent vià Harwich and the Hook of Holland."
This sounds as if it ought to catch on. Is the Hook of Holland any relation to the Theodore Hook family of England? Were that eminent wit now alive, he would be the first to ask such a question. The route sounds a pleasant one. Advice to Tourists,—Keep your Eye on the Hook.