_Addressed to A Young Lady, but dropped by some mistake into Mr. Punch's
letter-box._
Sweet hangel, whom I met last heve
Hat Mrs. Harthur's 'op,
I 'ope that you will give me leave
A question now to pop.
I mind me 'ow when in the 'all
Your carriage was hannounced,
You hasked me to hadjust your shawl,
Hon which with 'aste I pounced.
Then heager to your Ma you ran,
She anxious to be gone,
I 'eard 'er call you Mary-Hann,
Or helse 'twas Mari-hon.
Now, Mary-Hann's a name I 'ate
Has much as Betsy-Jane,
I could not bear to link my fate
With such a 'orrid name;
But Mari-hon I like as well
As hany name I know;
Then, hangel, I emplore thee tell,
Dost spell it with a Ho?
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[Illustration: POLITICS AND GALLANTRY
_First 'Arry._ "Hay, wot's this 'ere Rosebery a torkin' abaat? Bless'd
if he ain't a goin' to do awy with the Lords!"
_Second 'Arry (more of a Don Juan than a Politician)._ "Do awy with the
'ole bloomin' lot o' Lords, if he likes, as long as he don't do away
with the lidies!"]
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[Illustration: "AND _SHE_ OUGHT TO KNOW!"
"That's supposed to be a portograph of Lady Solsbury. But, bless yer, it
ain't like her a bit in private!"]
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[Illustration: 'ARRY'S AUNT UPON THE CLIFF