f Hanover, a Jerusalem Pony!

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NEW COMIC SONG TO BE SUNG AT THE CAVE OF HARMONY.

(_Respectfully dedicated to the author of "The Newcomes"._)

MR. PUNCH _sings_.

Our future Premier, laughing free, I've got my eye upon,
I think you'll all agree with me--his name is P-LM-RSTON.
And by his side sits sleepily a lord in Scotland bred;
I think you'll all agree with me--that he were best in bed.

_Chorus by the Nation._

O yes, we all agree with you that he were best in bed.

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SOME LIGHTS THAT WANT SNUFFING OUT.

A new religious book is now being advertised under the illuminating
title of "The Lamp and the Lantern, a Light for the Tent and the
Traveller." If our Exeter Hall friends are in want of quaint titles, we
beg leave to suggest "The Bull's Eye and the Dip," or "The PRICE and the
PALMER," or "The Long Four and the Short Six," or "The Kitchen and the
Composite."

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WHAT IS MAN?

The _Quarterly_ makes answer,

"Chemically speaking, a man is 45 lbs. of carbon and nitrogen
diffused through 51/2 pailfuls of water."

This must be wrong. If no hemp, how do you get your Russian? If no wood,
how do you get your Austrian? If no red-tape, how does Downing Street
get her Englishmen?

* * * * *

A CON FROM THE SHAKSPEARIAN CLOWN.

_Q._ When _Othello_ killed _Desdemona_, was he thinking of his Wife?

_A._ No--his (s)Mother.

* * * * *

THE GREAT EASTERN QUESTION (_at all political dinners_). "Is there any
Turkey left?"

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[Illustration: CRUEL KING COAL.]

CRUEL KING COAL over London town
Evermore year by year doth reign;
He is dight in a rich and goodly gown,
And he sporteth a monstrous golden chain.

CRUEL KING COAL doth his greatness air
In a flaming coach of state reclined;
And before him the Mace and Sword they bear,
And the little boys run and shout behind.

How did it happen to this KING COAL
That he came to be called by the name of Cruel?
'Twas because the old tyrant cribbed and stole,
By his cunning contrivance, poor men's fuel.

CRUEL KING COAL and his merry men,
Twenty and five fat rogues were they,
Cabbaged fourpence a chaldron first, then ten,
And a penny to boot made poor folks pay.

Meas