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IN Uncle Dick's Darling (a capital title) MR. BYRON has supplied MR. TOOLE with a strongly marked character-Dick Dolland, a Cheap Jack-which enables him to display his power, both as a comic and a serious actor, with great effect, as that very large constituency with whom he is so deservedly popular will within the next-well, we will not venture to assign a limit to the longevity the piece is likely to attain-give themselves the pleasure of observing by personal inspection.

He has the advantage of finding himself supported, and we have the advantage of seeing him supported, with great efficiency, by MISS NEILSON, who will win your admiration and your praise, as Mary Belton, and by all who take part in the drama, and co-operate with MR. TOOLE in making Uncle Dick's Darling another of MR. BYRON'S

successes.

In going to the Gaiety, remember-and be grateful to MR. HOLLINGSHEAD for following MR. WEBSTER'S excellent example at the Adelphi-that you go to a theatre where there are no fees; an additional reason why you should visit this bright and comfortable house, to which the accommodation (of a Restaurant, where you can dine before or sup after the performance, has lately been added.

At the Holborn Theatre, MR. BARRY SULLIVAN, untiring in his efforts to supply us with plays of established reputation and high excellence, has increased our obligation to him by restoring to the stage Love's Sacrifice.

By many this powerful play of MR. LOVELL'S has never been seen at all; others may remember it in past years and be glad to renew their acquaintance with its undoubted merits: all have now the opportunity of seeing it well acted on the Holborn boards. As Matthew Elmore and his noble daughter Margaret, MR. BARRY SULLIVAN and MRS. HERMANN VEZIN are undeniably successful; MR. J. C. COWPER in the character of Paul Lafont, gives them vigorous support, and is a great contributor to the attraction of the performance, and MR. GEORGE HONEY originates much mirth by his able personation of Jean Rusé. The story, told with much poetic diction, is one of considerable interest, tragic in its development, but happy in its ending. We cordially hope that this revival of Love's Sacrifice will be attended with the success it so well deserves, both on account of the merits of the play itself, and the very satisfactory manner in which it is now being performed at the Holborn Theatre.

TESTIMONIUM PROTEST-ANTIS.

(After reading the interview of the Oxford and Cambridge Deputations for the Abolition of Tests, with MR. GLADSTONE.

LIDDELL is a Latitu

Latitu-dinarian : BATESON is an AnythingId est, Nothing-arian. THOMPSON is a UnitArian in Trinity:

Ductor Dubitantium,

Though Doctor of Divinity.

JOWETT's an irrational
Rationalist sheep-biter;
MAURICE a sensational
Hazy, crazy writer.

ROLLESTON's a Materia-
Medica-listic squabbler;
PATTESON's an ill-and
Neo-logical dabbler.

HARCOURT's a Historicus,

Hystericus, Hyper-bolicus; KINGSLEY is a sciolist,

And Socialist rowdy rollick-us:

These are the Promoters

Of this Godless movement,

To lift the Universities

Out of their old groove meant.

Tests to do away with-
Heresy detestable!
And seat Non-conformists
At each College mess-table!

In this strife of Resident
Heter- and ortho-doxies,
We, for vis-inertia,

And statu-quo, hold proxies.
Shall brain-weight o'erbear us?
Or learning overawe?
We have got possession-
That's nine points of law.
We've sacrificed Subscriptions-
But Fellowships we 'll hold-
Never, shall Dissenters
With our Dividends make bold.
Who'd grudge Non-Conformists
Admission to degrees?
Or require Subscriptions,
If they'll pay their fees?
Let them have their tickets

For the road of honours free: But not for the wickets

That admit to L. S. D.
Fellowships to open
To Dissent's impatience,
Is assailing Holy
Church in its foundations.
In our College stalls we

Will have no new brooms;
Nor with common company
Mob our common rooms!
Fellowships are feeding-grounds
For us, and for no more:
That for honour-lists and classes!
But short-commons are a bore.

An Appropriate Chaunt.

Ar the induction of the new Bishop of Winchester-SAMUEL EX-OxON-the Chaunt, as SAMUEL moved up the nave, was, "Oh, how amiable!" a compliment equally neat and appropriate to that most genial of prelates.

O TO BATH, or Birmingham, or Bristol, or Bombay. The people will be very glad to see you there, you may rely on that at least if you are wise enough to make yourself as pleasant as a sight of Punch's Almanack will enable you to do.

THE LIBERATOR OF THE LADIES.

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HEN Woman shall have been relieved
of the disabilities imposed upon her
by Man, she will be emancipated. The
hour of her emancipation is nigh. At
the annual meeting of the Manchester
National Society for obtaining Woman
Suffrage, the other day, under the pre-
sidency of the MAYOR OF MANCHES-
TER, present MR. CHARLEY, MR.
JACOB BRIGHT, MR. RYLANDS, Mem-
bers of Parliament, with MISS BECKER
and MISS ASHWORTH, as yet qualified
for a seat in Parliament only in the
Ladies' Gallery, and disqualified for
the franchise which every male fool
who happens to be a householder,
enjoys, it was determined to form a
guarantee fund of £5000 for the pur-
pose of promoting the above-named
Society's object. If the suffrage is to
be had for love or money, women will
shortly have it.

The gazing crowd those baits entice,
Unless they did, they ne'er would pay;
They serve to make the flesh look nice,
As, fair ones, ye are wont to say.

And you, so nice yourselves, ye fair,
With aim to look yet nicer, will
Variety of ribbons wear,

And ornaments more costly still.
And, in the matrimonial mart,

Your ribbons are of much avail;
To thoughtless wights, of Beauty's heart,
Or hand, they expedite the sale.

Light fancy is by ribbons caught,

So Beauty's sale, like Beef's, is sped;
But Beef's found simply Beef, when bought,
And Beauty proves as simple, wed.

But then, thereafter, for excess,

In ribbons, there's no more excuse;
Superfluous, then, is flaunting dress,
Such as adorns the Christmas Goose.
No wife in finery should care,

Save by her husband, to be seen;
What pleases him need only wear-

Nay, Ma'am, don't call this moral mean!

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SANDHURST BREAKING UP.

When ladies, ere many months shall have passed over their heads, rush to the poll and tender their votes for the men of their choice, let them not forget to whom they are mainly indebted for ability to exercise the birthright of a Britoness. It has ever been the aim of Mr. Punch to elevate Woman as well as Man. To this end No; Sandhurst has not gone to pieces. Only on Friday last week the he has directed pen and pencil to the Sandhurst Cadets were "breaking up and going away, all for the sake special exposure of the peculiarities of a holiday," as when we were at school we used to say. But first those which distinguish silly from sensible military undergraduates were put through their drill and other exerwomen to derision. The consequence cises by his Royal Highness the DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE," attended," has been a very general relinquish- says a reporter by a numerous and brilliant staff." They were then ment of those ludicrous peculiarities, addressed by the Commander-in-Chief in terms of merited eulogy, and an awakening the female mind to and:logical perception, and a sense of the absurd and the grotesque. This has engendered a corresponding respect for the gentler sex in general among philosophers, with MR. MILL at the head of them, and MESSRS. JACOB BRIGHT, MR. RYLANDS, MR. CHARLEY, and many other Members of Parr liament, among their number. Hence will sooner or later inevitably result Female Emancipation, for which

Female Intellect will have to thank Mr. Punch.

The Almanack which Mr. Punch has just presented to the world contains many illustrations of the foregoing statement all tending still further to cultivate that natural wisdom, grace, and refinement, which young ladies sometimes allow to be perverted by the influence exerted on their love-of-approbation by handsome fools.

Every man has a right to do as he likes with his own, wronging nobody else. One thing is undoubtedly Mr. Punch's own, namely a trumpet. It can offend no ears, however long, and without descending to vulgarity of expression, his motto is "Blow it."

RAW MATERIALS IN RIBBONS.
(By an Old Brute.)

ADORNED with ribbons red and blue,
Fat turkeys, fowls, and joints of meat,
In many a shop now court the view,
As we perambulate the street.
Carcase, and haunch, and sirloin, why
Thus decorated do we see?
Of course, that people so to buy
The ribboned meat allured may be.

And so are many, and foretaste

Their banquet with augmented zest,
When they view grub with fal-lals graced-
The raw material gaily drest.

But can such gauds attract the wise?
They reck not of external rig.

A sucking-pig is in their eyes,

Trimmed, or untrimmed, a sucking pig.

"At the conclusion of the address his Royal Highness presented prizes for exemplary conduct to responsible under-officers FoWNEY, who received a regulation medal; NORTON, a sword; under-officers KNIGHT and HORSBURGH, an opera-glass each."

There

And such an instrument they were to use, of course, each recipient of the opera-glass, as well as the receiver of the sword. An operaglass, when we come to think of it, we perceive to be a suitable and serviceable, if not an absolutely necessary, utensil for an officer and a gentleman. As such it has now been recognised at Head Quarters. glass advantageous in the exercise of gallantry. May the opera-glasses are, clearly, occasions when a gallant officer may find an operaawarded to MR. KNIGHT and MR. HORSBURGH avail them many a time at the Opera, when there on duty as escort to ladies, and, by bringing them nearer to objects of admiration, afford them frequent gratification, of an evening, in after-life.

Fogies of the old military school may stare, some of them, and some perhaps will smile at a peculiarity in the character of the new, which may appear to them indicated by the information that:

"Cadet SPARKS received a prize of a gymnastic belt, with a silver plate bearing a suitable inscription for his proficiency in gymnastic exercises. The performance of this young gentleman, and the manner in which he climbed a perpendicular pole, was very surprising, and he was highly complimented by his Royal Highness."

There certainly does seem something both novel and peculiar in the art of climbing poles, regarded as an element of military education, though in civic schools it is commonly practised by school-boys; but out of school-hours. The idea of a cadet climbing a pole under the admiring eyes of the DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE presents itself to the mind in an undeniably, if undeservedly deemed, comic aspect. It cannot well be dissociated from that of a Street Arab ascending a lamp-post; of an Acrobat; of one of our Poor Relations, as the Bard of Memory called certain quadrumana, going aloft at the Zoological Gardens; of a member of the plantigrade family making a similar exhibition at the same place of agreeable, instructive, and fashionable resort. cannot help imagining Cadet SPARKS receiving the gymnastic belt, which he had most creditably won, from the Commander-in-Chief's hand, at the far end of a stick. But what then? There is no old fogy, unless he is also an old fool, who would not be glad to be as much like a bear or a monkey as MR. SPARKS, who resembles neither the one nor the other except in the activity and vigour of both combined. May this young gentleman differ especially from a young bear in not having any troubles to come.

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Noble Sportsman. "WELL, JIM, HAVE YOU BEEN IN JAIL LATELY FOR NIGHT-POACHING?"

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Jim. No, MY LORD. I'VE BEEN A BEATIN' ALL THIS MONTH TO YOU GENTS FOR POT-HUNTIN', AND THAT'S ENOUGH TO TAKE ALL NOTIONS O' REAL SPORT OUT OF A CHAP!"

TO BISHOP TROWER.

I WISH I knew for certain, BISHOP TROWER,
How to pronounce your venerable name-
Whether it rhymes with spiritual power,

Or, which of course would be about the same,
It sounds as gently as a summer shower :-
Or whether you pronounce it lower, slower,
And make it TROWER!

My ignorance may stamp me as a noodle,
And may unfit me for my present task;
But I'm afraid to ask,
However much I wish,

Your worthy secretaries, MR. FISH

And MR. BOODLE!

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Remember, good divine,

That with the self-same hand

Which wrote the one, he signed the Thirty-Nine!

As for his life, that happens to be known,

And is at least as noble as your own.
Fathers and mothers know what he has done

For many a dear and well-beloved son;

How many a lad has learnt to be a man

In ARNOLD'S School, on ARNOLD'S Christian plan.

Now, in the ancient city of the West,

Through no ambitious yearnings of his own, But in obedience to a high behest,

He takes his place upon the Bishop's throne.

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Semper Fidelis" says the proud old scroll

Of the Cathedral-city, where, to-day,

Whatever TROWER, FISH, and BOODLE sayMen write the name of TEMPLE on the roll:

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Semper Fidelis!" Faithful to the last,

If we may judge his future from his past!

O, Orthodoxy's flower!

O, Reverend DOCTOR TROWER!

If still your ardent spirit it should vex
Thus to see TEMPLE Bishop by the Exe,
Your course is clear: you can resign, and be-
What?-An Ex-Bishop, Sir, as much as he!

DUCATE! EDUCATE! EDUCATE! Costermongers, Duchesses, Life-Guardsmen, and Policemen, Parlour-maids, and Cooks, should improve their minds by the perusal of the new scholastic series, called CULTURE FOR THE MILLION! Price only Threepence, or Fourpence if impressed with the Government stamp. For further particulars apply to Punch's Almanack. Sold by everybody everywhere, and bought by all the rest.

Printed by Joseph Smith, of No. 24, Holford Square. in the Parish of St. James, Clerkenwell, in the County of Middlesex, at the Printing Offices of Messrs. Bradbury, Evans, & Co. Lombard

Street, in the Precinct of Whitefriars in the City of London, and Published by him at No. 85, Fleet Street, in the Parish of St. Bride, City of London.-SATURDAY, December 25, 1889.

METEOROLOGICAL MEMORANDA. SIR,-I am going to write to MR. HIND (ought, in fact, to have written to MR. HIND before) about Meteorological matters. Let us come to the point at once: through the medium of your flying columns.

I want to see the months re-arranged.

There is no doubt, on any one's mind, but that we are in a dreadfully unsettled condition as regards weather. We are, Sir, in a Transition State. Let us, scientific men, hold a Council and define what we mean by Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.

1 propose a few questions to start with ?1. Who gave them these names? 2. When should Spring commence? Summer?

When

3. Who was the tyrant who divided the year into twelve months? Why shouldn't there be twenty-four?

4. Why should one month have thirty-one days and another only thirty?

5. Why should February only have twentyeight and exceptionally twenty-nine ?

For myself I vote for double the number

of months, and only

fifteen days apiece.

As to the Moon having any effect upon such an arbitrary division as that of the months, it is absurd, and in these enlightened times it should not be allowed; no, not for an hour.

While we are rearranging, suppose we say a little more summer, and just so much mild winter as will be beneficial to the poor and sportsmen.

I am ready to receive subscriptions, and would suggest that to further my prospect the Scientific Committee for the Re-arrangement of the Year should meet once a fortnight for dinner (a business dinner of course) say, at the London Tavern; also we could have a halfyearly banquet, when the reports could be read and the Committee re-elected. Yours, scientifically, PARRY PLWEE.

THE NEW HAT.

DELIGHTFUL IN THE PARK.

A CROWN OF OLD CLO'.

A TELEGRAM from Rome states that there are now no less than sixteen Cardinals' Hats at the POPE's disposal. His Holiness, of course, needs no advice how to dispose of them; but if he felt any difficulty on that score, he might be recommended to evade it by bestowing them all on one person, namely ARCHBISHOP MANNING. As a personification of Ultramontanism the titular Archbishop of Westminster may be considered more than equal to sixteen Cardinals rolled into one, and his out-and-out advocacy of papal absolutism has surely entitled him to a Cardinal's Hat twenty times over. If the Holy Father gave him all those Hats, DR. MANNING could crown himself with the whole of them mounted in a pile, and perambulate the streets of London. He would then cut a striking and significant figure, to the immense diversion of his juvenile spectators, and agreeably remind their seniors of old times-and old clo'. This would be as it should be, for in championing the revived pretensions of the Medieval Papacy, what does ARCHBISHOP MANNING, in fact, do but cry "old clo'," as MR. CARLYLE calls such-like anachron

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PERHAPS A LITTLE DISAPPOINTING ACROSS COUNTRY IN A HIGH WIND.

A GOOD-BYE TO THE "GROWLERS." "With the New Year there is to be free trade in cabs, and the final disappearance of that unseemly vehicle the four-wheeler,' or 'growler,' is, we may hope, imminent."

THEY were musty, they were fusty, they were grimy, they were grim,
They rattled and they jolted till you ached in brain and limb;
Their drivers drove so slowly, that they drove you to despair,
They were deaf to your entreaties, for your threats they didn't care.
The wheels came off those growlers, as they trundled you along,
They capsized you in the thickest of the roaring City throng;
You missed your train, your dinner, or your opera, or your play,
How you 'scaped with bones unbroken oft was more than you could say.
They were hurtful to your temper, they were harmful to your health,
They shook your nerves, they robbed you of your time-your greatest
wealth:

Of all our London nuisances i' the first rank they held place,
On every stand they stood, a standing national disgrace.

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A Severe State
Surgeon.

MR. LOWE says that the country has had the benefit of the reduction of certain imposts through his arrangement to pay all the taxes at once on the First of January, one thousand eight hundred and seventy.

That may be: but couldn't MR. LOWE have contrived some pleasanter means of lowering taxation? It is a clever financial operation, but should be performed on the patients under chloroform, or if possible, laughing gas.

We sighed for cabs we saw abroad, in Paris, or in Rome,
Not even cabs in Norway were so vile as cabs at home;
In Brussels, or in Boston, or wherever we might go,
No four-wheelers were so shabby, or so shaky, or so slow.
And haply if we mend our cabs our ways we may amend:
But the "growlers" now are going: unlamented be their end!
We live in times of Progress, yet our vestries never dream
That we might progress more smoothly if they rolled our roads by
steam.

Mayhap ere the next century our sons will take the air
In London streets as well paved as a Paris thoroughfare;
And who will then an omnibus be found to get inside?
Clean cabs and civil drivers may ensure a pleasant ride,

THOSE DEMOCRATIC RAILROADS.-An old Tory, hearing of what had been done to Mont Cénis, and that it was also proposed to tunnel St. Gothard, remarked that it was indeed a levelling age.

SKITTLES.

BY A PLEBEIAN.

THEY'VE done it. "Tis the final hounce as busts the camel's back. I've stood from Peelers lots of chaff, and now and then a whack. They've stopped my beer o' Sundays-laid embargo on my wittles; And I submitted meekly. But I draws the line at skittles.

I ain't no ways addicted to aristocratic sins,

But if I have a weakness, it's a liking for the pins ;
Yet even this, my fav'rite game, I owns as I do not
Appreciate, except the stake's a foaming pewter pot.

But that's tabooed. Now mark my words, although I ain't a bandit,
Or even a A.O. Forester, we're not a going to stand it.
Stop Skittles, and you'll rouse a hopposition to your rule,
Compared with which the Fenian Movement's nothing but a fool.

I haven't joined the working men who 'se called Conservative,
But I'll go in for loyalty with any chap alive.

And thus I warn you, 'Zekiel-like, you'll soon find out how brittle 's
The links that bind a social state wot interferes with Skittles.

Yes, as I write, across my hoperative bosom steals

A wild desire to join my lot with BRADLAUGH and with BEALES;
To greet the maddest Irisher, or Yankee cove as whittles,
And form a Confraternity-for Liberty and Skittles.

Sundays and week-days, swells at clubs they drinks their wine, we know it.

They keep their games up all night long, and freely we say "Go it."
We don't want you made moral by the P'leece, and werry little's
The liberty we ask in turn-only our beer and Skittles.

You set us the example in the self-denyin' line,
When that "Association"'s started, possibly I'll jine.
For, though I don't give any heed to tattles or to tittles,
I once heard some aristocrats was very fond of SKITTLES.

So all you HALCIBIADESES, here I draws the line

Of quietness, you go your way, and just let me go mine.

You keep your 'osses, cards and dice, cigars, and, wine, and wittles, But don't denige the working-man his pipe and beer and Skittles.

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THE PROSPECTS OF THE POPPY.

So, the Indian revenue comes short by £400,000 in consequence of a fall in the price of opium! How is the depreciation which has befallen that narcotic to be accounted for? Very likely it has been caused by the decline of Mahometanism, whence Mussulmans may have extensively abjured opium together with thin potations, and addicted themselves to beer, and other generous liquors, instead of it. But the opium-growers, and the Indian Government need not altogether despond. If the United Kingdom Alliance succeed in destroying the British liquor-trade, the consequence of their triumph will in all probability be an immensely increased consumption of opium in the United Kingdom. When exhilarating beverages shall have been banished from the Christmas banquet of the future, people who have eaten as much roast beef and plum-pudding as they can, will then sit after dinner opium-eating, or drinking laudanum. But will not black drop be even worse than blue ruin?

Good old Soul.

MRS. MALAPROP's feeling heart is full of pity this Christmas for those poor "Suffering" Bishops she hears people talking about. She is knitting them some warm socks.

THE 'MONARCH, H.B.M. SHIP OF WAR, AND THE PLYMOUTH, U.S.N. CORVETTE, SAIL WITH THE BODY OF GEORGE PEABODY.

Monday, Dec. 20, 1869.

WAR-SHIPS e'er now have veiled their warlike state,
And hid their bravery in mourning grey,

To bear across the sea a funeral freight-
Great admiral, or great captain, passed away.

But now what admiral's, what captain's, bier
Doth our majestic Monarch bear o'er sea,
That thus in ashen-grey she shrouds her gear,
And half-mast flies her flag thus mourningly?

Wherefore this mortuary chapel fair

Above this coffin, with immortelles crowned,
These stalwart sailors with bowed heads and bare,'
In an unwonted death-watch ranged around?

Some mighty man of war this needs must be,
Thus by an English war-ship gravewards borne,
In a Columbian war-ship's company—

One whom two nations wreathe their flags to mourn!

He was a warrior-thus proudly borne,

Thus proudly convoved o'er sea to his grave,
But one whose battle-fields no scroll adorn
Where fame writes the achievements of the brave.

He fought the silent fight with want and woe,
They fight whose right-hand knoweth not the deed
Their left-hand doeth, who no trumpet blow,
Assert no merit, and demand no meed.

A captain in the warfare, under Christ

Captain in chief-'gainst suffering and sin, Who in love's strength, unpricing, and unpriced, Went forth, his victory over these to win!

On such a Warrior's body it seems well

That Old World's war-ship with New World's attend, Augury of the time when love shall quell

Warfare to peace, and turn each foe to friend.

INFORMATION WANTED.

A PARAGRAPH detailing the final arrangements (as then contemplated) for the new Bishop's reception at Exeter, concluded with the following rather puzzling announcement :

"It is said that the clergy of Exeter will present an address to his Lordship, and that the rural dean of Christianity-who has taken a conspicuous part in opposing his election-will be called upon, by virtue of his office, to present it."

Will some one possessing local knowledge be good enough to say who the Rural Dean of Christianity" is, and what are the geographical boundaries of his ruri-diaconate, and how he looked when presenting an address (of course, of congratulation) to the Bishop whose election he had "taken a conspicuous part in opposing"?

New Bulls v. Old Cows.

AT the Thames Police Court MR. BENSON has condemned the owner and vendor of a quantity of old Irish Cow Beef to penalties for selling meat unfit for human consumption. This should be a warning to all whom it may concern, that though new Irish bulls may be introduced freely, and even be relished in this country, there is no toleration for old Irish cows on this side St. George's Channel.

Gems and Beads for Beauty. MISTLETOE berries are pretty as pearls; Berries of holly beat coral:

O, and so much less expensive, my girls! Dearest ones, draw your own moral.

NOT PERMISSIBLE.

DOES SIR F. LYCETT understand Latin? If so, we only wish to ask him one question, à propos of the Southwark election, and to suggest the answer. Licetne Liberales dividere? Non Licet.

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