PUNCH.—It means—when a man has got nothing for breakfast, he may slide his breakfast into his lunch; then, if he has got nothing for lunch, he may slide that into his dinner; and if he labours under the same difficulties with respect to the dinner, he may slide all three meals into his supper. MANAGER.—But if the man has got no supper? PUNCH.—Then let him wish he may get it. MANAGER.—Oh! that’s your sliding scale? PUNCH.—Yes; and a very ingenious invention it is for the suppression of victuals. R-r-r-roo-to-tooit-tooit! Send round the hat. MANAGER.—At this rate, Mr. Punch, I suppose you would not be favourable to free trade? PUNCH.—Certainly not, sir. Free trade is one of your new-fangled notions that mean nothing but free plunder. I’ll illustrate my position. I’m a boy in a school, with a bag of apples, which, being the only apples on my form, I naturally sell at a penny a-piece, and so look forward to pulling in a considerable quantity of browns, when a boy from another form, with a bigger bag of apples, comes and sells his at three for a penny, which, of course, knocks up my trade. MANAGER.—But it benefits the community, Mr. Punch. PUNCH.—D—n the community! I know of no community but PUNCH and Co. I’m for centralization—and individualization—every man for himself, and PUNCH for us all! Only let me catch any rascal bringing his apples to my form, and see how I’ll cobb him. So now—send round the hat—and three cheers for PUNCH’S POLITICS. SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL. No. 1. O Reveal, thou fay- like stranger, Why this lonely path you seek; Every step is fraught with danger Unto one so fair and meek. Where are they that should protect thee In this darkling hour of doubt? Love could never thus neglect thee!— Does your mother know you’re out? Why so pensive, Peri-maiden? Pearly tears bedim thine eyes! Sure thine heart is overladen, When each breath is fraught with sighs. Say, hath care life’s heaven clouded, Which hope’s stars were wont to spangle? What hath all thy gladness shrouded?— Has your mother sold her mangle? A PUBLIC CONVENIENCE. We are requested to state, by the Marquis of W——, that, for the convenience of the public, he has put down one of his carriages, and given orders to Pearce, of Long-acre, for the construction of an easy and elegant stretcher. [pg 7] CANDIDATES UNDER DIFFERENT PHASES A series of vignettes with candidates: CANVASSING. What a love of a child THE DEPUTATION. If you think me worthy THE SUCCESSFUL CANDIDATE. Constituents--rascals THE HUSTINGS. Don't mention it I beg THE PUBLIC DINNER. The proudest moment of my life CANVASSING. What a love of a child THE DEPUTATION. If you think me worthy THE SUCCESSFUL CANDIDATE. Constituents--rascals THE HUSTINGS. Don't mention it I beg THE PUBLIC DINNER. The proudest moment of my life