Finds it is but Confucius his creed "worse confounded."
Now in hamlet or city, all quarter or pity
To their long hated rulers the natives refuse;
"Peacock's plumes" and "Red buttons" are nought but lost muttons.
Whilst impatient his badges of serfdom to lose,
Each Chinese without fail parts his head from his tail,
And henceforth minds his toupées instead of his queues.
Mr. Punch—whilst applauding their courage, and lauding
Their natural wish to recover their freedom—
Still thinks that society may with propriety