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Various Punch or the London Charivari, Vol…

Is it fair, I ask you, Sirr, is it fair to quote the Universal Bard against us Ulster, et ne plus Ulster, Loyalists? Yet this is the line which a man who used to call himself "a friend of mine" sends me, and he puts a drawing with it, which I can't, and won't reproduce, representing a moon up in the sky, labelled "Home Rule," and a pack of wolves (a pack of idiots, for all they're like wolves, for that matter) , on which he writes "Ulster," with their mouths open, looking up at it.
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Various Punch or the London Charivari, Vol…

They gushed about your merry ways, your manners without flaw,
In thee, the girl idealised, you little fraud, we saw.
But now in wind-swept bleak Japan as our sore throats we muffle,
We see thy senseless pudding face and irritating shuffle;
As you go slopping thro' the streets of your foul-smelling city,
You're far too common to be rare, too brainless to be witty.
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Various Punch or the London Charivari, Vol…

I thought the idea so good, that I immediately prepared a scheme for the adoption of the Royal Military Tournament, founded upon my acquaintance with the manners and customs of the English army when at Islington and elsewhere. I give it for what it is worth—not much, but (to quote the once popular song) "better than nothing at all."
Rough Idea.
A dozen Infantry privates saunter leisurely into their places, half-way across the arena, and await events.
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