The Scene represents Ludgate Hill in the middle of the day; Passengers, Omnibuses, etc., etc., passing to and fro. MEADOWS enters, musing. Meadows. I stand at last on Ludgate's famous hill; Is stunned, in physical and moral sense. Starts from the shop, and rushing through the roof, 'Tis food on which philosophy may fatten. [Turns round, musing, and looks into a shop window, Enter PRIGWELL, talking to himself. Prigwell. I've made a sorry day of it thus far; I've ransacked forty female reticules— And nothing found-some business must be done. By Jove-I'd rather turn Lascar at once: To track its inky course along my cheek, But ah! (seeing MEADOWS) the land of promise looms before me: Tell tales of well-filled pocket-books within. I scarce can say; I'm but a stranger here, I should not like to misdirect you. Prigwell. Thank you, I'll find the way to Newgate by myself. Meadows (still musing). This is indeed a great Metropolis. Enter BLIND VOCALIST. [Exit. Blind Vocalist (singing). Hey, the bonny! (Knocks up against MEADOWS, who exit). Ho! the bonny-(A passenger knocks up against the BLIND VOCALIST on the other side). Hey, the bonny-(A butcher's tray strikes the BLIND VOCALIST in the chest)-breast knot. As he continues singing "Hey, the bonny! ho, the bonny," the BLIND VOCALIST encounters various collisions, and his breath being taken away by a poke or a push between each bar, he is carried away by the stream of passengers. Enter BROWN and JONES. Meeting, they stop and shake hands most cordially for several minutes. Brown. How are you, JONES? Jones. Brown. I'm quite delighted. Why, BROWN, I do declare I'm extremely glad. [An awkward pause. Brown. Well! and how are you? Jones. Oh!--by the way--have you seen THOMSON lately? Brown. Not very lately. (After a pause, and as if struck with a happy idea). But I met with SMITH A week ago. Jones. And how was SMITH? Brown. Oh! did you though, indeed? Why, he seemed pretty well. [Another long pause; at the end of which both appear as if they were going to speak to each other. Jones. I beg your pardon. Smith. You were going to speak? Oh! nothing. I was only going to say— Jones. Smith. Oh! and so was I. Good-day. [Both shake hands, and are going off in opposite directions, when Jones. I thought you wished to speak, by looking back. Both together. Good-by! Good-by! [Exeunt finally; and the conversation and the curtain drop together. PROCLIVIOR. (A slight Variation on LONGFELLOW's "EXCELSIOR.") THE shades of night were falling fast, His hat, a wide-awake; beneath He tapp'd a cane against his teeth; PUNCH. In calm first-floors he saw the light He turn'd his head, and murmur'd “Slow," "Come early home," his Uncle said, The family blame you far and wide;" PROCLIVIOR ! Stay," said his Aunt, "come home to sup, Early retire-get early up." A wink half quivered in his eye; He answered to the old dame's sigh- "Mind how you meddle with that lamp! At break of day, as far West-ward And by the bailiff's faithful hound, Thence, on a dull and muggy day, JONES AT THE BARBER'S SHOP. PUNCH. SCENE. A Barber's Shop. Barber's men engaged in cutting hair, making wigs, and other barberesque operations. Enter JONES, meeting OILY the barber. Jones. I wish my hair cut. Oily. Pray, sir, take a seat. [OILY puts a chair for JONES, who sits. During the following dialogue OILY continues cutting JONES's hair. Oily. We've had much wet, sir. Jones. Very much, indeed. Oily. And yet November's early days were fine. Jones. They were. Oily. I hoped fair weather might have lasted us Until the end. Jones. At one time--so did I. Oily. But we have had it very wet. Jones. We have. [A pause of some minutes. Oily. I know not, sir, who cut your hair last time; But this I say, sir, it was badly cut: No doubt 't was in the country. Jones. No! in town! Oily. Indeed! I should have fancied otherwise. Oily. Amazement !-but I now remember well. We had an awkward, new provincial hand, He must have cut your hair. Jones (looking at him). No-'t was yourself. [A long pause, interrupted only by the clipping of the scissors. Oily. Your hair is very dry, sir. Jones. Oh! indeed. Oily. Our Vegetable Extract moistens it. |