Reform Club-house.
DEAR PUNCH,
Knowing the interest you take in anything relating to the advancement of science, I beg to apprise you that I am about publishing a statistical work, in which I have made it perfectly clear that an immense saving in the article of ice alone might be made in England by importing that which lies waste upon Mont Blanc. I have also calculated to a fraction the number of pints of milk produced in the canton of Berne, distinguishing the quantity used in the making of cheese from that which has been consumed in the manufacture of butter—and specifying in every instance whether the milk has been yielded by cows or goats. There will be also a valuable appendix to the work, containing a correct list of all the inns on the road between Frankfort and Geneva, with a copy of the bill of fare at each, and the prices charged; together with the colour of the postilion’s jacket, the age of the landlord and the weight of his wife, and the height in inches of the cook and chambermaid. To which will be added, “Ten Minutes’ Advice” upon making one shilling go as far as two. If you can give me a three-halfpenny puff in your admired publication, you will confer a favour on
Your sincere friend,
JOE HUME.
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THE ROMANCE OF A TEACUP.
SIP THE FIRST.
In England one man’s mated to one
woman,
To spend their days in holy
matrimony—
In fact, I have heard from one
or two men,
That one wife in a house is
one too many—
But, be this as it may, in China no man
Who can afford it shuts himself
to any
Fix’d number, but is variously encumber’d
With better halves, from twenty to a hundred.
These to provide for in a pleasant way,
And, maybe, to avoid their
chat and worry,
He shuts up in a harem night and day—
With them contriving all his
cares to bury—
A point of policy which, I should say,
Sweetens the dose to men about
to marry;
For, though a wife’s a charming
thing enough,
Yet, like all other blessings, quantum
suff.
So to my tale: Te-pott the Multifarious
Was, once upon a time, a mandarin—
In personal appearance but precarious,
Being incorrigibly bald and
thin—
But then so rich, through jobs and pensions
various,
Obtain’d by voting with
the party “in,”
That he maintain’d, in grace and
honour too,
Sixty-five years, and spouses fifty-two.
Fifty-two wives! and still he went about
Peering below the maiden ladies’
veils—
Indeed, it was said (but there
hangs a doubt
Of scandal on such gossip-whisper’d
tales),
He had a good one still to single out—
For all his wives had tongues,
and some had nails—
And still he hoped, though fifty-twice
deferr’d,
To find an angel in his fifty-third.