"His face is strictly Grecian—forehead and nose is one grand line; the eyes finely lined, large, open, and blue, with a calmness, a coldness, a freezing dignity, which can equally quell an insurrection, daunt an assassin, or paralyse a petitioner: the mouth regular, teeth fine, chin prominent, with dark moustache and small whisker; but not a sympathy in his face. His mouth sometimes smiled, his eyes never."
Mr. Punch, having studied the Czar in his works, is disposed to put forth another sketch; as thus—
His face is strictly all cheek: forehead and nose one grand roundabout curve; the eyes large, open, round, and expressive as a cannon's mouth; cannon that can quell an insurrection, or slaughter innocence; the mouth curved and significant as a scimitar; teeth large and prominent as chevaux-de-frise; the face altogether a national death-warrant. The mouth, like scimitar steel, sometimes glistens—the eyes never.
Mutual Wrongs.
"We have no Windsor"—says, very mournfully, the Earl of Eglington—"no Buckingham Palace, no St. James's, no Kensington, no Hampton Court."
Mr. Punch begs to mingle his tears with the tears of the noble Earl, Mr. Punch the while lamenting as an Englishman that—"We have no cockaleekie—no haggis—no singed sheep's-head—no bagpipes!"
Grumbling for Farmers.
The late fine weather has enabled us to get the wheat into the ground, which the previous rains threatened to prevent. Agricultural prospects thus present a hopeful appearance; but then, by reason of the extent of land sown, a great many fields must be in a state of seediness.