Jones (reading aloud). "'A TRUE, GOOD, NOBLE WOMAN IS EVER READY TO MAKE HERSELF A DOOR-MAT FOR THE MAN SHE LOVES!'... AH, DOLLY, THOSE ARE THE WOMEN WHO MAKE THE BEST WIVES!"
Mrs. J. (who is not of this type). "YES, DEAR—AND THE WORST HUSBANDS!"
MR. PUNCH'S ANTI-LABOUR CONGRESS.
Mr. Punch (in a Marine Lotos-Land) sings his Sea-side Version of the Laureate's lovely "Choric Song."
I.
There is a slumber here that softlier falls
Than forty-winks where dull, dull Bills they pass;
Oft have I drowsed within those dreary walls,
Where brays the pertinacious party ass.