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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, February 22nd, 1890

Author: Various

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. XCVIII.

FEBRUARY 22, 1890.

[Illustration: THE SCIENTIFIC VOLUNTEER.]

"If ever I have to choose.... I shall, without hesitation,
shoulder my rifle with the Orangeman."--_See Professor Tyndall's
Reply to Sir W. V. Harcourt._ "_Times_," Feb. 13, 1890.

* * * * *

'ARRY ON EQUALITY.

DEAR CHARLIE,--Bin down as a dab with that dashed heppydemick, dear boy.
I 'ave bloomin' nigh sneezed my poor head orf. You know that there specie
of toy
Wot they call cup-and-ball! That's _me_, CHARLIE! My back seemed to open
and shut,
As the _grippe_-demon danced on my innards, and played pitch-and-toss
with my nut.

Hinfluenza be blowed! It licks hague and cholera rolled into one.
The Sawbones have give it that name, I'm aware, but of course that's
their fun.
I've 'ad colds in the head by the hunderd, but _this_ weren't no cold,
leastways _mine_.
Howsomever, I'm jest coming round a bit, thanks to warm slops and QyNine.

Took to reading, I did as I mended; that's mostly a practice with me.
When I'm down on my back that's the time for a turn at my dear old
_D. T._
A party named ROBERT BUCHANAN, as always appears on the job,
Was a slating a chappie called HUXLEY. Thinks I, I'll take stock of
friend BOB.

Well, _he_ ain't much account, that's a moral; a ramblinger Rad never
wos.
Old HUXLEY's wuth ten on him, CHARLIE, though _he's_ rather huppish and
poz.
Are men really born free and equal? Ah! that's wot they're harguing hout.
BOB B., he says "Yus;" HUXLEY, "No;" and BOB'S wrong, there's no ma