quent proceedings interested him no more."
"'_Latest Results! Helections!!_' Oh, confound the boy! Get out!
Let the winners sum their winnings, let their blatant backers shout.
What have I to do with pollings? Cease, cacophonous urchin, cease!
I am going to read _The Wrecker_, and possess my soul in peace!"
* * * * *
"D.G." and MRS. R.--_Mr. Punch_ begs to congratulate the _Daily
Graphic_ on the electioneering ladder showing every day the position
of the Parties. Very "Happy Thought." His ancient friend, Mrs. RAM,
in speaking of this journal, observed, that "_Daily Graphic_ was not
by any means a new name, and the paper ought to have been purely
theatrical, as the person after whom it is evidently called was the
celebrated actor, you know, my dear, in the last century, whom Dr.
JOHNSON used to call 'Little Daily Graphic.'"
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[Illustration: OUT OF IT!
(_"And the subsequent Proceedings interested him no more._")
NEWSPAPER-BOY. "'ERE Y'ARE, SIR! LATEST RESULTS O' THE POLL, SIR!"
REJECTED CANDIDATE (_growls_). "OH! GO TO THE DEUCE!!"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF.
_Lady Godiva._ "NOW PROMISE ME, YOU DEAR GOOD MAN, PROMISE ME YOU'LL
VOTE FOR LORD JAMES, AND I'LL--_I'LL DIV YOU A TISS!_"]
* * * * *
THE END OF HENLEY.
(_FRAGMENT FROM A HISTORICAL SKETCH YET TO BE WRITTEN._)
[Illustration]
It was shortly after the middle of July, 1892, that the Great
Representative of the British Race stood upon the Victoria Embankment,
watching the river-steamers as they passed to and fro. There were few
persons about, for the General Election was over, and civilised London
was out of Town. Some of civilised London had gone abroad, some were
in Scotland, some by the Sea. So the Great Representative expected to
see no one.
"_Mr. Punch_, I believe!" said some one, approaching the Great
Representative. The speaker was a person who wore a garb peculiarly
suitable to the autumnal sultriness of the weather. He had about a
couple of yards of calico, and one good coating of serviceable paint.
The Great Representative bowed his head, and by a gesture, invited
further explanation.
"I am connected with the literary world, and am a Colonist. I am
known, or used to be known (for I am getting a trifle out of date), as
Lord MACAULAY's New-Zealander."
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