PUNCH.--As one best knowing all the intricacies, from the Royal bed-chamber
to the scullery, of Buckingham Palace. Besides he will drive a donkey-cart.
Go on.
PEEL.--"Ambassador at Paris--_Alfred Bunn, or any other translator of
French Operas_."
PUNCH.--A person who will have a continual sense of the necessities of his
country at home; and therefore, by his position, be enabled to send us the
earliest copies of M. Scribe's printed dramas; or, in cases of exigency,
the manuscripts themselves. And now, Bobby, what think you of Punch's
Cabinet?
PEEL.--Why, really, I did not think the country contained so much state
talent.
PUNCH.--That's the narrowness of your philosophy; if you were to look with
an enlarged, a thinking mind, you'd soon perceive that the distance was not
so great from St. James's to St. Giles's--from the House of Commons to the
House of Correction. Well, do you accept my list?
PEEL.--Excuse me, my dear Punch, I must first try my own; when if that
fails--
PUNCH.--You'll try mine? That's a bargain.
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PUNCH'S PENCILLINGS.--No. III.
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