y stalked away, sooner than thus redeem his Honour.

The third forfeit. "The Owner will find a Lady, whose well-omened
Christian name is VICTORIA, and to her he will recite some verses, of
his own making, in praise of Chobham and Spithead." "I am not much of a
poet," said MR. COBDEN, "but if my Friend, BRIGHT, will help me, I will
gladly so redeem my Blunder."

The fourth. "A poor Foreigner," whispered the over-kindly Lady, but MR.
PUNCH sternly buttoned his pockets. "The Owner will behave with common
honesty until further notice." A gentleman in a Spanish costume looked
surprised at such a desire, and said that he did not care whether he did
or did not redeem his Bonds.

The fifth was called, and a light step approached, and somebody was
heard humming a melody of TOM MOORE'S. "The Owner," said MR. PUNCH,
"will carry three times through the chamber something to help you,
Madam, to hear your own voice better." LORD JOHN RUSSELL smiled, and
said that he hoped his Reform Bill would so redeem his Promise.

And the Dream--it is dream fashion--grew confused, but MR. PUNCH thinks
there was a scramble for the rest of the things, and that everybody
snatched what he could. MR. GLADSTONE, seizing, with tax-gatherer's
gripe, what he thought was a work on Theology, got "The Whole Duty--off
Paper." EMPEROR LOUIS NAPOLEON departed very happy with a Cradle. LORD
PALMERSTON went out, angry with a Scotch Compass, which though only just
out of the Trinity House, had an abominable bias to N.E. POPE PIUS ran
about most uncomfortably, apprehending the loss of a French Watch and
Guard, to go without which would, His Holiness said, be his ruin. MR.
DISRAELI made several vain grabs at a portfolio, which BRITANNIA,
laughing good-natured scorn, refused to let him have; and when the EARL
OF DERBY tried for the same thing, she presented him with a Racing Game,
as more suitable to his capabilities. Several Aldermen, who had
presented specimens of Mendacity, received packets of tickets, inscribed
Mendicity, to everybody's delight, and there was a cheer for a bold
Bishop, who had put down a Carriage and was content to take up a little
Gig. Another Bishop--he had a Fulham cut--found his mitre, but some one,
in unseemly satire, had surmounted it with a golden and most vivacious
Weathercock.

"And what would _you_ put down, dear MR. PUNCH," said the Lady of the
Revel, "if we began again?"

"This, dear Lady," said MR. PUNCH, gracefully bending, and