Let others seek enjoyment there,
To me 'tis only pain.

There _was_ a word of kind advice--
A whisper, soft and low;
But oh! that _one_ resistless smile!
Alas! why was it so?

No blame, no blame, my mother dear,
Do I impute to _you_.
But since I ate that currant tart
I don't know what to do!

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PUNCH'S POSTSCRIPT.


MR. AUGUSTUS SWIVEL, (_Professor of the Drum and Mouth-organ, and
Stage-Manager to_ PUNCH'S _Theatre_,)

LOQUITUR.


[Illustration: P]PATRONS OF "PUNCH,"--LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,--

We has dropped the curtain and rowled up the baize on the first