An Angel of Peace!
I’m bound to be taken
For such ere I cease.
Parnell’s spell makes Pat slumber,
Its witchery is test,
And your Orange-host’s number
Must manage the rest!
A PROTEST.
Dear Mr. Punch,—Will you please ask the Times not to allow such unpleasant subjects to be introduced into its columns as there was last Wednesday,—that is, judging by the heading on page 8, “The Birch and the Primitive Seat,” which of course none of us fellows read (one line of it was enough for me), and if there is another of the sort, we shall vote that the Times isn’t taken in here in future, and I don’t think the Times would like that. A word from you will be sufficient, I am sure.