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    • THE HELLS.
    • FANCY WRITING.
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      The Tomahawk: A Saturday Journal Of Sati...

      THE TOMAHAWK : A SATURDAY JOURNAL OF SATIRE . " INVITAT CULPAM QUI PECCATUM PRETERIT . "

      No. 24.] London, October 19, 1867. [Pric...

      No . 24 . ] LONDON , OCTOBER 19 , 1867 . [ Price Twopence .

      The Hells.

      THE HELLS .

      Hear The Echoes From The Hells—German He...

      Hear the echoes from the Hells—German Hells ! What a tale of selfishness their recollection tells ! How fickle fortune battles With the ball that rolls and rattles On its devilish career ! While the coins that oversprinkle , All the numbers seem to twinkle , With a simper or a sneer . Keeping time , time , time , in 01

      To the hum a sore of speculati rumea on rnyme that annuall . y swells From the Hells , Hells , Hells—From the Hunters and the Punters of the Hells . Hear the merry laughing Hells , Baden Hells ! Ringing out their call to happiness like wedding bells ; Blinding eyes with lust of gain , Dead ' ning hearts to others' pain , With the molten gold and notes . Callinp — - out — -- .

      ^> y ' * We are misery ' s antidotes ! ! Come and clutch us ! " o'er their poison-beauty gloats Longing Doubt—How the air resounding fills With the cries from out that Hall of Cure for Ills ! How the swells At the wells . Dream of health or of wealth , how each tells Of the craving that impels To the winning and the sinning Of the Hells , Hells , HeUs ,

      Hear the losers at the Hells—Homburg Hells ! What an end of dread despondency their mien foretells-1 . When fortune turns her back , And the promised Red looks Black , And the Black grows Red with shame , As it hears its worshipped name ; All is lost In a timorous appealing to the mercy of Leblanc : In a sad expostulation with the croupiers of Leblanc , Playing higher , higher , higher ,

      With a maddening desire And a desperate endeavour . Now—now to win or never , Though Oh it love the Hells and honour , Hells , cost Hells . I What a tale their echo tells Of despair ! How they cling to Black and Red I What a tremor they ovitspread

      On the loving hearts that wait in hope at home . Yet the year it fully knows By the curses Or the purses How the fortune ebbs and flows ! How the scandal stinks and smells By the sinking or the swelling in the budget of the Hells !

      Hear The Echoes From The Hells—German He...

      Hear the groaning in the Hells—German Hells ! Ev'ry coin in hope thrown down , Be it florin , thaler , crown , Is a groan dressed .

      Ana me croupiers , in saole , Sitting down before the table , And who dealing , dealing , dealing , In that well-known monotone Coldly glory in the feeling That their human heart is stone ! Green cloth their only scenery , They go by some machinery Without souls ; A nrl tTifir TTmstfr ta \ re *< z frh « = » tnTT <;_

      While the ball it rolls and rolls , Rolls And rattles in the Hells . But his heart no longer swells At the Paean of the Hells ; For he hears above the echo of the Hells The knells , knells , knells , Of the Hells . In the fast approaching time , When ruin , lust , and crime Will be driven from the wells .

      In the downfall of the Hells—Of the Hells , Hells , Hells , To the moaning and the groaning of the Hells I

      Fancy Writing.

      FANCY WRITING .

      Our Special Correspondent At The Paris E...

      Our Special Correspondent at the Paris Exhibition has forwarded us the " followi In wandering ng valuable throug and h interesting the collection communication of 'Implements : — ' the other han day , ds my r » f eye our fell antediluvian on some of oro those ^ enitors early . weapons I immediately which armed pictured the to savage

      myself the whole fossil world revivified ; and a lively picture of the strange life which those persons must have led presented itself before my mental vision . Sitting round a fire , composed of extinct vegetation , I saw a a family , scantil maiden y clad her with neck flint and spears ankles and adorned sharks with ' teeth ieces . In of one coral corner sat gnawing young the thig , h of a baked Pleiosaurus . Children p of various ages , sported with the around ribs of in a Pterodactyl the primitive ? . habiliments Suddenly one of li nature ttle boy , p , lay hi ing s head ninepins ornamented with a wreath of Terebratttla . rushed impetuously into the family

      large cave ; Mastodons * Papa ! papa are walking V he screamed arm in arm ; ' make vip the haste gravel , make walk haste in front , two of our house . ' Beads of terror stood on the father's brow , and had hardly time to turn to stalactitesbefore another child ran screaming into the arms of his mother , and , sobbed out , * Oh , mamma , mamma , a great nasty a huddled piercing Megalosaunts together shriek struck in has the bitten furthest upon my their corner big listening toe of off the ! ears cave ' The , in as silent whole the eldest terror famil boy , y when were exclaimed , ' Oh , uncle and aunt and cousins , first and second , and once

      were removed the , horrors here is an Ichth which yosauru our s in remotest my waistcoat ancestors pocket dragged . Yes on I their such monotonous existenc among e . Little did they think that a race would ultisults matel and y spring persecutions from their they loins thus who endured , in distant at the ages hands woul of d these avenge misguided the inback antediluvian kitchens monsters , and beguiling , b y slaug the htering lives of hundreds bluebottle of blackbeetles flies by means in thei of a r cunning mixture of beer and brown sugar . '

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    • Tomahawk (1867-1870), Oct. 19, 1867, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_19101867/page/1/