Poland writhed and groaned afresh!—
Hungary clenched her red right hand, and renewed her silent vow!—
Turkey, with a flourish of the sabre, set her teeth, and cried "Allah! Bismallah!"
Naples—through King Bomba—cried "Ancora; kiss again!"
And Aberdeen, folding pacific hands, declared, "it was a sweet sight—unco' sweet—to see sick mighty Potentates in sick awmeety."
Punch—meeting his friend Baron Shekels at the Countess of Polkherlegsoff—asked the philanthropic Hebrew his private opinion of that salute. The Baron pathetically observed "it was a sight worth a Jew's eye." And so it was; even if the Jew had been Judas.
A JOG FOR BIRMINGHAM GAOL.
A convict, perhaps, deserves to have his head shaved; but it does not follow that his treatment should be altogether barbarous.