But answer came there none;
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd perished every one!
THE SHRIMP CURE.
(By Pegwell Bey.)
Sir,—My title is Oriental; but I am a British subject. I address you as an expert. This is the time of Cures—you have the Grape Cure, the Whey Cure, the Water Cure, the Bath Cures, the Cures by German waters—another and a shorter Whey Cure—and the Cure by French watering-places. You have the Homburg Cure, the Wiesbaden Cure, the Royat Cure; indeed, every kind of Cure, except the only Perfect Cure, which I assert to be the "Shrimp Cure!"
I know that the pages of Punch are read by all, and, for the benefit of all mankind, I give these notes from my note-book, which is that of a physician who has had great experience all over the world, and especially in the East End of Europe, in order that rich and poor, prince and peasant, may read, and happily find that true balsam, which will so far purge his complaints, that he may become whole and well, and a comfort to his family circle, and the pride of his country. Yes, Sir, come to Pegwell Bey for a cure, and P. B. exclaims, "In the name of the Profit! Shrimps!"