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      96 The Tomahawk. Jfebmary 27, 1869.

      96 THE TOMAHAWK . jFebmary 27 , 1869 .

      Chapter Xvi. A Shut Up. [ Godfrey Anselm...

      CHAPTER XVI . A SHUT UP . [ Godfrey Anselmo . — nods How . ] say you ? The Anselmo God frey Plunde . . — — A Indeed rers ye ! , ? a Drama ( w ^ f / a ^) . ( 1 ) " Leopold What delicious and Flossy milk stood ! " she in whispered the dab y . . " " I Oh love Flossy cows . ! " » " So do I . " " " Ah No ! ! if Do I was you a ? calf How and funny you were ! " a cow , do you think you'd take care of me ? " " He Perhaps says this , if you vibrating were - a with nice passion calf , and . Poor did not boy kick ! . " " " Did Kick you you ever ! Oh eat Flossy mangold ! " wurzels ? " jshe asks , with a smile . " " No What , but ! would I would you do live anything on Thorley for your ' s food sake for . " cattle ? " " " Or Oh , on try thistles me—dearest ? " This —try with me a !" twinkle of her blue eye . " " Yes Oh , you on donkey anything ! . " " she laughs . " " And Why live do you on thistles torture ? me ? , Oh thank , Flossy you . , " be mine "" Her Go , eyes menial drop , " . Eliza says enters , waving calm Leopold , angry away — . " Menial ! Miss Eliza , you are vituperous . My father is "" ARRESTED ON A CHARGE OF WILFUL MURDER Too 1 true " sneered ! too true Ferdy ! he , as had he lent entered the the stranger dairy . the key of the cellar . And we know the result .

      A Plea For Velocipedes. By The Man At Th...

      A PLEA FOR VELOCIPEDES . By the Man at the Wheel .

      1. The Centaurs, We Learn From Old Class...

      1 . The Centaurs , we learn from old classical source , Were But this in fre shape ak of a man Dame ' s bod Nature y spliced by art is outdone a horse ; Man , carriage , and horse we can now see in one I . 2 . They may say that our stables are not what they were , That Never the fret Turf about is declining stamina , think —well about , try Shanks breed ' ! s mare 1 The nag always in training , is Velocipede J No shying , and no broken 3 kn - ees to regret : ' Better Tis the pay idiot the alone coachbuilder who his , money than call devotes in the " Vet " : To curbs , splints , or spavins , or bruising of oats ! 4 « The old saw about " shoulders " now must repeal , Four And , instead legs you , let think us s needful ay—put your your journey foot to to the do wheel 1 ! In these days of retrenchment I'll beat you with two / 5-Jove ' s messenger , sent with a note from the sky , With So we wings imitat e n Hermes his heels of classical accustomed to fly : Like glorified knife-grinders , treading song , ong ! 6 . And With One may this the new why say with sty and le some the of coaching wherefore truth that is I' now " ll the prove such world it a the is rage a more stagej , , >} For ' tis nowadays legs , and legs only , that draw /

      1. The Centaurs, We Learn From Old Class...

      7-And Neck and neck nows with but , Improvement when Science and is running forcing a the race pace , , Soon the diligent wife in the park may be seen Going out for a drive on her Sewing Machine I 8 . Tak Of your e advice stable , a — nd th away e horses with are your not groom worth — their lock straw the door — Who Shanks so ' fit mare to be spokes my man mone as y I th I ' Man speak at what the Wheel I feel— ?

      Profi (1) Ts. Apply To Major B. All Righ...

      profi ( 1 ) ts . Apply to Major B . All rights reserved . Terms : Half share of

      Our Prize Comedies.

      OUR PRIZE COMEDIES .

      No. I.—Pluck. (By The Author Ofhis'n, Ca...

      No . I . —Pluck . ( By the Author ofHis ' n , Cash , Style , & c , & c . ) CHARACTERS . Bob Points . . . . Mr . Totnam Cort . Beau M'Thuselar . . . Mr . Feenix . Aniline Ladie Di s g Grooms he . Butlers . W . Miss Animals Mariotta & c & Widdison c . ba host . of Young , , auxiliaries , . , , y Act I . THE MEADOWS . —BULLSOBATION . Girls' school passes at the back , singing ( Air—Home , Sweet Home . ) Abroad in the meadows Run To sporting see the Ba about Baas , By their woolly Mammas . Enter Bob Points . Bob . —Fellows don ' t seem to have brought the lunch . After all interior , what in is the lun middle ch ? Something of the day . to fill up time and one ' s Enter at back grooms with lunch . Points we . call —Thoug him . ht Poor M'Thuselar old Beau would , he behere ' s made . Bea up u of M paint 'Thuselar and , hair he oug —good ht to d be eal killed of hare for . making Still believes love to th he at is charming killing when girl Aniline you carry . I all think your I canvas could die spread for her when . the O love hands , love have , wh gone y do ashore of old on , th here e road you . are at last—thought you had died age Enter Beau M'Thuselar . Beau pagne . —Bob cup , my . Lunch boy , lunch is dooced ready good ? Pa . te de foie gras t cham-Beau Bob . — . — After Lunch all , , what my d ear lunch fello w , is hunger ' s siesta . Had any sport ? Bob . bird —Not s up winged for the a plea solitary sure cock of knocking . Sport is them onl down y knocking again . You ' ve been married , I think ? Beau I . — should When have I was been quite another a boy man . My . wife died , bless her , or B Bob eau . — . — Davy Or celibacy Jones , pr ? obably . After all , what is marriage ? Bob . —Or butter milk ? Both very good things , but join them with monstrous a hyp . hen and they are like the Siamese Twins—Beau your . —What force a comes thing from it is . to I never e at c was olleg at e college ! That . ' s where all Bob . day —Wh s . y not matriculate ? Everybody matriculates now-a-Beau come . —Gad out , sir junior ! That op . is an idea , I'll take my degree and Beau Bob . — . — It Bob ' s the , I only quite thing agree wanting with you to , make and I a 'll young go as man sure of as you my . name is M ' Thuselar . Be Bob au . — . — Who M . or gave N ., you I forget that which name . ? What is that noise ? Bob . —Noise is the concussion of sounds . Passes at back Aniline , pursued by a bull . Bob andBEAV rise . Bob makes off , singing * ' Thro * the Wood . " Beau meet . —Where . O ' nature s my valet 1 why ? do A b you ull is put an all unp your leasant unp beast leasant to beasts in the fields ? [ Totters flown to front . ]

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    • Tomahawk (1867-1870), Feb. 27, 1869, page 96, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_27021869/page/12/