There is the Amateur-Military Snob who writes Captain on his card
because he is a Lieutenant in the Bungay Militia. There is the
Lady-killing Military Snob; and more, who need not be named.

But let no man, we repeat, charge MR. PUNCH with disrespect for the Army
in general--that gallant and judicious Army, every man of which, from
F.M. the Duke of Wellington, &c., downwards--(with the exception of
H.R.H. Field-Marshal Prince Albert, who, however, can hardly count as a
military man,)--reads PUNCH in every quarter of the globe.

Let those civilians who sneer at the acquirements of the army read Sir
Harry Smith's account of the Battle of Aliwal. A noble deed was never
told in nobler language. And you who doubt if chivalry exists, or the
age of heroism has passed by, think of Sir Henry Hardinge, with his son,
'dear little Arthur,' riding in front of the lines at Ferozeshah. I hope
no English painter will endeavour to illustrate that scene; for who is
there to do justice to it? The history of the world contains no more
brilliant and heroic picture. No, no; the men who perform these
deeds with such brilliant valour, and describe them with such modest
manliness--SUCH are not Snobs. Their country admires them, their
Sovereign rewards them, and PUNCH, the universal railer, takes off his
hat and, says, Heaven save them!



CHAPTER XI--ON CLERICAL SNOBS

After Snobs-Military, Snobs-Clerical suggest themselves quite naturally,
and it is clear that, with every respect for the cloth, yet having a
regard for truth, humanity, and the British public, such a vast and