Who Russia would abet, as base Accomplice, to enslave his race, If he but durst the danger face? King Clicquot. Who, double minded, double sees? Whose conduct with his gait agrees? Who breaks his nose ’gainst apple-trees? King Clicquot. Whose dirty tricks have brought about His nation to be quite shut out From Europe’s Council? Germans, shout―― King Clicquot. Who vacillates ’twixt knave and fool? Who’s the CZAR’S satrap, pander, tool? Who is no longer fit to rule? King Clicquot. _Punch_, March 31, 1855. Frederick William, King of Prussia, (the elder brother of the present German Emperor,) had the credit of being a stupid sensualist, and was long known in England by the nickname “King Clicquot.” During his reign Prussia had come to occupy a lower position in Europe than she had ever before held during her existence as a Kingdom. It seemed almost marvellous how by any process the country of the Great Frederick could have sunk to such a condition of insignificance. At the period just preceding the Crimean War the King of Prussia, with his usual indecision of character, led the Allies to believe he would side with them, and then, at the last minute, withdrew from the compact, saying that the interests of Prussia did not require him to engage in a war. Prussia was relieved from the rule of this weak and vacillating individual, by his death in January, 1861. ――――:o:―――― THE BABY SHOW. BY MRS. GAMP. (Authoress of “Diary of a Monthly Nurse,” &c., &c.) Where is the man with soul so badge, Which could denige this moryal sage. That Babby-shows is all the rage! The Monster! Which he should instantaneous go Unto the famious Zo―― ――ologic Gardings, to the show Of Babbies. There, where the beastiges does roar, And bragian bands their toons play o’er, To see the babes, the people pour In thousands, Like Cowcumbers on summer days, These tender plants, though hard to raise, Does win our most maternial praise: The ducksy-wucksys! Ah dear! I knows a lady――which Her name is Harris――who had sitch Two little cherryubs, with the Scotch Complaint. Which, likewige, was the cauge why they Was not exhibited that day; So Mrs. Harris could not say As follows. _1st Mother._―― Who was the babe who gain’d the prize For being, in the judges eyes, The little boy of finest size? My Tommy. _2nd Mother._――