A SCRAP FROM CERVANTES.
“Deliver me from the devil,” cried the Squire, “is it possible that a magistrate, or what d’ye call him, green as a fig, should appear no better than an ass in your worship’s eyes? By the Lord, I’ll give you leave to pluck off every hair of my beard if that be the case.”
“Then I tell thee,” said the master, “he is as certainly a he ass as I am Don Quixote and thou Sancho Panza, at least so he seems to me.”—Don Quixote.
A COINCIDENCE FROM BUTLER.
Shall hair that on a crown has
Become the subject of a case?
The fundamental law of nature
Be over-ruled by those made after?
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’Tis we that can dispose alone
Whether your heirs (hairs) shall be your own.
A CLIMAX BY “PUNCH.”
Sir Peter Laurie passes so quickly from hyper-loyalty to downright treason, that he is an insolvable problem. As wigs were once worn out of compliment to a monarch, so when the Queen expects a little heir, Sir Peter causes a gentleman, over whom he has an accidental influence, to have a little hair too. But oh the hypocrite! the traitor! he at the same time gives a shilling to have the ha(e)ir cut off from the crown. It is quite time to look to the
[Illustration: HEIR PRESUMPTIVE.]
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MINCE PIES, per dozen—thirteen as twelve. No returns.
“OH, THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND,” with additional verses, capable of various encores.
PUDDINGS received from ten till four. PUNCH makes his own sauce; the chief ingredient is brandy, which he is open to receive per bottle or dozen.
LARGE HAMPERS containing small turkeys, &c., may be pleasantly filled with lemons, candied citron, and lump sugar.
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