Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 5, 1841 by Various
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Though thou of my hopes were the Mount Ararat;
But to-morrow I wed Araminta instead-- So, fair Isabel, take your change out of that! * * * * * THE LAST HAUL. The ponds in St. James's Park were on last Monday drawn with nets, and a large quantity of the fish preserved there carried away by direction of the Chief Commissioner of Woods and Forests. Our talented correspondent, Ben D'Israeli, sends us the following squib on the circumstance:-- "Oh! never more," Duncannon cried, "The spoils of place shall fill our dishes! But though we've lost the _loaves_ we'll take Our last sad haul amongst the _fishes_." * * * * * GENERAL SATISFACTION. Lord Coventry declared emphatically that the sons, the fathers, and the grandfathers were all satisfied with the present corn laws. Had his lordship thought of the _Herald_, he might have added, "and the grandmothers also." |
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