Produced by Neville Allen,Malcolm Farmer and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net PUNCH, OR, THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOLUME 98. MAY 3, 1890. * * * * * MR. PUNCH'S MORAL MUSIC-HALL DRAMAS. [Illustration] No. X.--TOMMY AND HIS SISTER JANE. Once more we draw upon our favourite source of inspiration--the poems of the Misses TAYLOR. The dramatist is serenely confident that the new London County Council Censor of Plays, whenever that much-desired official is appointed, will highly approve of this little piece on account of the multiplicity of its morals. It is intended to teach, amongst other useful lessons, that--as the poem on which it is founded puts it--"Fruit in lanes is seldom good"; also, that it is not always prudent to take a hint; again, that constructive murder is distinctly reprehensible, and should never be indulged in by persons who cannot control their countenances afterwards. Lastly, that suicide may often be averted by the exercise of a little _savoir vivre._ CHARACTERS. _Tommy and his Sister Jane (Taylorian Twins, and awful examples)._ _Their Wicked Uncle (plagiarised from a forgotten Nursery Story, and slightly altered)._ _Old Farmer Copeer (skilled in the use of horse and cattle medicines)._ SCENE--_A shady lane; on the right, a gate, leading to the farm; left, some bushes, covered with practicable scarlet berries._ _Enter the_ Wicked Uncle, _stealthily_. _The W. U._ No peace of mind I e'er shall know again Till I have cooked the geese of TOM and JANE! But--though a naughty--I'm a nervous nunky, For downright felonies I feel too funky! I'd hire assassins--but of late the villains Have raised their usual fee to fifteen shillin's! Nor, to reduce their rates, will they engage (_Sympathetically_) For two poor orphans who are under age! So (as I'd give no more than half a guinea) I must myself get rid of TOM and JENNY. Yet, like an old soft-hearted fool, I falter, And can't make up my mind to risk a halter. (_Looking off_). Ha, in the distance, JANE and little TOM I see! These berries--(_meditatingly_)--why, it only needs diplomacy. Ho-ho, a most ingenious experiment! [_Indulges in silent and sinister mirth, as_ JANE _and_ TOM _trip in, and regard him with innocent wonder_. _Jane._ Uncle, what is the joke? why all this merriment? _The W. U. (in guilty confusion)._ Not merriment, my loves--a trifling spasm-- Don't be alarmed--your Uncle often has 'em! I'm feeling better than I did at first-- You're looking flushed, though not, I hope, with thirst? [_Insidiously._ SONG, BY THE WICKED UNCLE. The sun is scorching overhead: the roads are dry and dusty; And here are berries, ripe and red, refreshing when you're _thusty_! They're hanging just within your reach, inviting you to clutch them! But--as your Uncle--I beseech you won't attempt to touch them?