As
Lord ASHBURNHAM well remarked when he saw it in its fresh hey-day,
we may repeat in its old salt-hay-day, "'Pon mee sole, uno, it is a
pudding-headed lot of duffers."
PUNCHINELLO finds nothing to make his weekly abstract and brief
chronicle of this asylum for elderly and uninteresting lunatics about
without making it too weakly. In the language of Bishop POTTER, when
asked by the Rev. Dr. DIX what he would do in the event of a heart
turning up, "I'll pass" to--
THE HOUSE,
which never fails to amuse and instruct. Mr. COX has been making a
shocking speech about the tariff. Mr. COX remarked that he once thought
there was nothing like it. But I have been travelling about since, he
said, with a summer-mote in my own buck eye in search of Winter Sunbeams
in my Corsican brother's. I have been in Corsica, and of Corsican find a
parallel of the latitude of this tariff in the leg ends of the robbers,
by which I do not mean the ankles of the Forty Thieves, whom I had
the pleasure of seeing in company with my "constituents of the Sixth
Congressional District of the City of New-York." Well, then, there was
a robber in Corsica of the name of PELEG HIGGINS, who found that his
business in the Robbin Rednest line was suffering from the opposition
of several other robbers in the neighbor and robbin' hood, who "went
through" his victims, to use an expressive phrase common among my
constituents, before he had his chance.
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