LONDON:
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
SCENE—The Elysian Fields, a flower-gemmed bank, by a flowing stream, beneath the sylvan shade of unfading foliage.
Mr. Punch—who is free of all places, from Fleet Street to Parnassus—discovered, in Arcadian attire, attempting "numerous verse" on a subject of National importance—to wit, the approaching Royal Marriage.
Mr. Punch. Propt on this "bank of amaranth and moly,"
Beneath the shade of boughs unmelancholy,
I meditate on Æstas and on Hymen!
Pheugh! What a Summer! Torrid drought doth try men,—