Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, October 16, 1841 eBook

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Two o’clock.—­The royal troops are defeated, and Don Carlos is now being proclaimed King of Spain, &c.”

(FROM ANOTHER CORRESPONDENT.)

Madrid, Oct. 2.

“The nominal reign of Don Carlos, commenced at Pampeluna, has been but of short duration.  A diversion has taken place in favour of the husband of the Queen Regent—­Munos, who, having been a private soldier, is thought by his rank and file camaradoes to have a prior claim to Don Carlos.  They have revolted to a man, and the Carlists tremble in their boots.

Six o’clock, A.M.—­The young Queen has fled the capital—­Munos is our new King, and his throne will no doubt be consolidated by a vigorous ministry.

Seven o’clock, A.M.—­News has just arrived from Pampeluna that the Carlists are so disgusted with the counter-revolution, that a counter-counter-revolution having taken place amongst the shopkeepers, in favour of the Queen Regent, the Carlists have joined it.  After all, the Queen Mother will doubtless permanently occupy the throne—­at least for a day or two.

Eight o’clock.—­News has just arrived from Biscay of a new revolt, extending through all the Basque provinces; and they are only waiting for some eligible pretender to come forward to give to this happy country another ruler.  Advices from all parts are indeed crowded with reports of a rebellious spirit, so that a dozen revolutions a-week may be assuredly anticipated during the next twelvemonth.”

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SONGS OF THE SEEDY.—­No. 4.

  And must we part?—­well, let it be;
    ’Tis better thus, oh, yes, believe me;
  For though I still was true to thee,
    Thou, faithless maiden, wouldst deceive me. 
  Take back this written pledge of love,
    No more I’ll to my bosom fold it;
  The ring you gave, your faith to prove,
    I can’t return—­because I’ve sold it!

  I will not ask thee to restore
    Each gage d’armour, or lover’s token,
  Which I had given thee before
    The links between us had been broken. 
  They were not much, but oh! that brooch,
    If for my sake thou’st deign’d to save it,
  For that, at least, I must encroach,—­
    It wasn’t mine, although I gave it.

  The gem that in my breast I wore,
    That once belonged unto your mother
  Which, when you gave to me, I swore
    For life I’d love you, and no other. 
  Can you forget that cheerful morn,
    When in my breast thou first didst stick it?—­
  I can’t restore it—­it’s in pawn;
    But, base deceiver—­that’s the ticket.

  Oh, take back all, I cannot bear
    These proofs of love—­they seem to mock it;
  There, false one, take your lock of hair—­
    Nay, do not ask me for the locket. 
  Insidious girl! that wily tear
    Is useless now, that all is ended: 
  There is thy curl—­nay, do not sneer,
    The locket’s—­somewhere—­being mended.

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