" Gentlemen Tories, shuffle the cards as you will, the Duke
of Wellington either lacks principle or brains.
Next week we will speak of the Whigs; of the good they have done--of the
good they have, with an instinct towards aristocracy--most foolishly, most
traitorously, missed.
Q.
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PUNCH'S PENCILLINGS--No. IX.
[Illustration: THE ROYAL RED RIDING HOOD, AND THE MINISTERIAL WOLF.]
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ROYAL NURSERY EDUCATION REPORT--NO. 3.
WHO KILLED COCK RUSSELL?
A NEW VERSION OF THE CELEBRATED NURSERY TALE, WRITTEN EXPRESSLY FOR THE
PRINCESS ROYAL.
Who Kill'd Cock Russell?
I, said Bob Peel,
The political eel,
I kill'd Cock Russell.
Who saw him die?
We, said the nation,
At each polling station,
We saw him die.
Who caught his place?
I, for I _can_ lie,
Said turn-about _Stan_ley,
I caught his place.
Who'll make his shroud?
We, cried the poor
From each Union door,
We'll make his shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
Cried the corn-laws, The fool
Has long been our tool,
We'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the parson?
I, London's bishop,
A sermon will dish up,
I'll be the parson.
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