Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Home! Ho-ome!
Sweet, sweet home!
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
(Extra or encore verses on his own account.)
The first seat was mine, but I forfeited that;
Will they welcome the waif, kill the calf that is fat?
Will dear Arthur rejoice to receive his lost chief?
Will the Wanderer's return bring regret, or relief?
Home! Ho-ome!
Sweet, sweet home!
Be it ever so humble (winks) there's no place like home!
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Sexton suddenly dashed in, and, with back-handed stroke at Wolmer, went for the Times who had adopted and improved upon the Viscount's genial remarks. Assault admirably planned; carried on with irresistible vigour, sweeping down earlier resistance of Speaker. Showed what Sexton can do when so deeply moved as to forget himself, and resist besetting temptation to play the fatal windbag.
An hour-and-half's tussle all round House; at end Irish held the field, and, without dissentient voice, Times article declared to be "gross and scandalous breach of privileges of House."
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

The first point is, we've got Free Trade, and the farmers want Protection; and old Gladstone and all the rest of them say they're not to have it. Well, that isn't likely to put the farmers in a good temper, is it? Then, of course, the Americans, and the Russians, and the Indians see their chance, and they send ship-loads of food into this country, and the taxes have to be paid all the same by our farmers.
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