re won't do!"--"Wot won't do?" demanded the other.--"Wot?" the
landlord repeated; "wot's this here?"--"Wot's this here?" returned the
cabman; "why, it's a fo'p'ny bit, isn't it?"--"Well, and wot then?"
cried the landlord.--"Wot dy'e mean?" retorted the cabman.--"Wot do you
mean?" rejoined the landlord; "wot dy'e mean this here for?"--"For a
pint o' stout, to be sure," was the cabman's answer.--"Ho, ho, ho, ho!"
shouted the landlord.--"Wot are yer larfin' at?" exclaimed the cabman,
in astonishment; "Fo'pence a pint o' stout--ain't that right!"--"I
s'pose," replied the landlord, "yer calls yerself a gentleman."

Here the people who were tippling at the bar burst into a loud laugh,
which awoke the cabman to a perception that the landlord had been making
game of him. "Come, come," said Boniface, "I was only chaffin' you; but
now I hope you'll see the propriety of takin' wot you're entitled to
when you're offered it, without indulgin' in superfluous and unpleasant
hobservations."

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STRIKE OF THE WIVES OF ENGLAND.

MR. PUNCH has received a letter, written in a bold feminine style, and
sealed with a crest, a hand-and-patten--a letter, of which the subjoined
are the contents:--

"At the present moment, when everything is rising, it behoves the Wives
of England to be up and doing too. There are thousands--perhaps millions
of my oppressed sisters this minute married to husbands in the human
form who, with a meanness which ought to make them ashamed of
themselves, allow so much and _no more_ for the expenses of the house.
No matter what are the markets--the weekly allowance is the same. Bread
may rise--butter may go up--legs of mutton may advance--and still no
rise at home!

"Therefore, it is desired that all wives suffering in silence under the
yoke of the tyrant will take their remedy in their own hands; and
strike.

"All ladies willing to co-operate--that the blow may be aimed through
the cupboards at the husbands on the same day--are requested to
communicate (post paid) with

"MRS. MARY ANNE HEN."

"_Shoulder-of-Mutton Fields._"

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WANTED, A NOBLEMAN!

We have for some time looked with much curiosity to ascertain the result
of the death of a noble Earl, whose name used to be as familiar to us as
Household Words, in connection with certain pills which were warranted
to cure bad legs, black-legs, and all sorts of legs of every degree