Puck — December 11, 1878 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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PUCK. A RELAPSE. N that fair land of love where once I dwelt, I Say! are the roses blooming still? * Blows the soft breeze that once I felt O’er sung-thronged wood, or mead, or sunny bill? What is the song the birds are piping now? For they were singing in love-land ‘The long day through, on every bough, When I walked there with Nellie hand in hand, ‘They could not help but sing, and so I think They did not end their song for me, Because my heart could no more drink Of love, or love-land’s tender melody. And is their singing full as sweet for those Who live there now—in that fair land— As twittered up from roods of rose, When walked there with Nellie hand in hand? Adown the valleys ever fell the streams, ‘And pearly petaled flowers drew Their balmy breath—Oh! still in dreams I kiss away their shining tears of dew. So long I for a glimpse of that blue sky, ‘The scent of lilies and heartsease, ‘That, truly, I’m inclined to try Another voyage thither—with Louise. C. C, STARKWEATHER. FITZNOODLE IN AMERICA. No LXVII. SUNDRY TOPICS AND Aw Ya-as, since that aw quite tolerwable dinnaw on the ‘Thanksgiving gen- erwal holiday when we had turkey and othah things, yer know, I am aw just fwee to confess that I was just a twifle interwested in the appearwance and mannah of the Amerwican girl who sat on my wight. Couldn’t weally say for certain that lam gwa- vitating towards being “spoons” or anything so awfully widiculous as that, but still it isa d-d-doosid queer sort of feeling. Jack Carnegie is a d-d-devil of a fellaw to chaff, and he cwuelly wemarks that he believes it is this wepublican cweature that pwevents my wunning up to Canada to say how de do aw to the Lornes, who, I am given to under- stand, have now taken up their wesidence in Hotwatah, or a name resembling it. Why they call a place Hotwatah when it is so verwy cold, is something more than I can compwehend, but I suppose I shall find out the weason when I get there. The Wosemarwys and the Alsters are, I he-ah, in a dweadful wage at some aw verwy pwopah wemarks I believe I made about them. Aw, how verwy absurd, yer know. It is weally of no use for these indifferwent aw common people—I wefer to the Ousters—endeavorwing. to be so verwy gwand on the gwound that they have money. It will take centurwies for tem to get weally wespectable, and besides aw some fellaw has witten a pwoverb about what's bwed in the aw flesh will nevaw gwow out of the bones. I shall always tweat such people just as the spirwit moves me. It is immaterwial to me if it worwies them, faw I always say what I think, pwovided it is not too much of a baw. Sasa FASHION'’S FOLLIES. POSSIBILITIES OF TEE IMMEDIATE FUTURES FOR MUSIC MANIACS, Tue Licht Gurrar WALKING Costume. (Couldn't guit ar prettier one.) Tite, Crrueen PoLonatse. (Intended to pull on aisy.) Tue Fiopte-pe-pee Street Dress, (Rear view, with Kettledrum Toilet, for young ladies not yet come out.) WOVE BY TELEPHONE. (These long trains will necessitate electric signals, the ifext thing we know.) ‘The opetwa is still going on, and Jack and I and some othah fellaws stwoll in there quite fwequently. Amerwica does not appear to have impwoved Mapleson, He twies to do it verwy heavy. Jack thinks it an awfully good joke the fellaw calling himself a Colonel he-ah, when he is only in command of a wotten volunteah wegiment in London. But I suppose the tag- wag and bobtail of Amerwica have a special admirwation faw militarwy titles. Jack is not quite sure that he may not get a telegwam to join his wegiment. Our twoops, yer know, are having anothah scwimmage with the wulaw of a place called Afghanistan, but all these wesidents are extwemely poor cwea- tures, and of course we shall thrwash them, al- though it is wathah a nuisance to be twoubled with such a wetched affair. The Amerwican Parliament has just been opened by the Emperwor, Wutherford the First, in Washington. People send Jack and me pwessing invitations to go there and wevel in the gayeties of the season, Season!—haw! haw! Fancy weveling in gayety there. Be- sides, Iwecollect going befaw, and itwas fwight- fully slow. But the Thoratons have weturned, and they are decent. So perhaps we may go. But, wevenons a nos moutons,1 have half a mind to adopt the Amerwican fashion, and visit the aw young lady to whom I have weferred pweviously. I wondaw if she’s an idiot, or if, on the othah hand, she has anything to say faw herself, It’s very queer that I should bothah myself about the mattah; but, aftah all, I think spects aw. it will be necessarwy for me to pay my we- | comicbooks.com