TO THE LAUGHTER-LOVING PUBLIC. PUNCH begs to inform the inhabitants of Great Britain, Ireland, and the Isle of Dogs, that he has just opened on an entirely new line, an Universal Comic Railroad, and Cosmopolitan Pleasure Van for the transmission of bon mots, puns, witticisms, humorous passengers, and queer figures, to every part of the world. The engines have been constructed on the most laughable principles, and being on the high-pressure principle, the manager has provided a vast number of patent anti-explosive fun-belts, to secure his passengers against the danger of suddenly bursting. The train starts every Saturday morning, under the guidance of an experienced punster. The departure of the train is always attended with immense laughter, and a tremendous rush to the booking-office. PUNCH, therefore, requests those who purpose taking places to apply early, as there will be no A group of shadows leaping off of a bench RESERVED SEATS! N.B.—Light jokes booked, and forwarded free of expense. Heavy articles not admitted at any price. ? Wanted an epigrammatic porter, who can carry on a smart dialogue, and occasionally deliver light jokes. CHANT. TO OLD FATHER TIME. Time—old Time—whither away? Linger a moment with us, I pray; Too soon thou spreadest thy wings for flight; Dip, boy, dip In the bowl thy lip, And be jolly, old Time, with us to-night. Dip, dip, &c. Time—old Time—thy scythe fling down; Garland thy pate with a myrtle crown, And fill thy goblet with rosy wine;— Fill, fill up, The joy-giving cup, Till it foams and flows o’er the brim like mine. Fill, fill, &c. Time—old Time—sighing is vain, Pleasure from thee not a moment can gain; Fly, old greybeard, but leave us your glass To fill as we please, And drink at our ease, And count by our brimmers the hours as they pass. [pg 24] THE DRAMA ROMEO AND JULIET. Italy! land of love and maccaroni, of pathos and puppets—tomb of Romeo and Juliet—birth-place of Punch and Judy—region of romance—country of the concentrated essences of all these;—carnivals—I, PUNCH, the first and last, the alpha and omega of fun, adore thee! From the moment when I was cast upon thy shores, like Venus, out of the sea, to this sad day, when I am forced to descend from my own stage to mere criticism; have I preserved every token that would endear my memory to thee! My nose is still Roman, my mouth-organ plays the “genteelest of” Italian “tunes”—my scenes represent the choicest of Italian villas—in “choice Italian” doth my devil swear—to wit, “shal-la- bella!”