Volume 25 — A VOICE FROM THE OMNIBUS-BOX.

"Mr. Punch Sir,

"Wich it is well known you ain't no friend to 'bus drivers in giniral but as the friend of umanity our conductor says as ow you may be rote to on a subjec wich hevery man as works a 'bus on the Kinsinton line ave somethink to say to. Now the frost as set in its ard lines for our 'osses and nosayin wen youre to get thro a jurney along of that ere blessed Ide Par Corner ill and the Gore wich it is the artbreakinest bit o' road anyweres out o' London and osses lyin about this week in all direckshuns, like the stage at Hashleys arter the battle o Waterloo, and hinsides as sticks to their places and wont get hout no not to walk a hinch and the poor 'osses a tearin their arts out wich it goes to a man's art to use the wip to an oss as is doin its best, and conductors hup and down like arlekins hevery minit, and city-gents hawful cross and no wonder tied to time all as one as a 'bus. And all the while there's that ere byootiful bit o' road through the Park, nice new gravel and no ills and we mustn't turn out o' the road into the Park no not if our osses died for it and why not, I'd like to know?

Why acos we're 'bus-drivers and its a buss and the osses is buss osses and the riders ain't people as keeps their carridges, wich we arnt haristercratical enuff for the Parks as is public propity and kep up houter rates and taxes wich who pays them I know well enuff, and keeps them 'ere parties in the green livries so uncommon snug and pleasant not to speke o' the crushers. Now wot a city gent as rides reglar with me says is this 'ere ain't the publick convenience nothink and cruelty to hanimals wich we drivers is pulled up pretty sharp if we works an 'oss with a collar-gall, a speedy-cut or anythink like that 'ere and its forty shillin in no time. I'd a rote this to Lord Palmerston wich he said hanybody was to rite heverythink as was rong to im and e'd see justice done wich it aint now I know not by a jolly lot but he's out and so I rites to you instead opin you'll excuse the libberty and speke to the Guvment leastways Sir William Molesworth as is a friend o' the people wich is well beknown, to ave the Park hopened to public carridges—that is 'busses, for the cabbies can rite for themselves.

So no more at present from your umbel servant,

John Broad.

(Driver No. 3 Ardwick these twelve yearand never pulled up wonst.)

A Wash Wanted by Government.

Tenders will be received at the Office of the First Lord of the Treasury, or the Office of the Foreign Secretary, for Cosmetics to Improve the Complexion of Eastern Affairs.

By Order of their Lordships,

Downing Street, 22nd Dec., 1853.

R. E. D. TAPE.

THE GYMNASTICS OF BRIBERY.

The power of lifting a chair depends entirely upon the way in which you take hold of it: and so it is with a seat in Parliament—perfectly hopeless to think of picking one up, unless you can command a good purchase.

"Who's dat a-Knocking at de Door?"

Alfred de Musset's proverb tells us very positively that "Il faut qu'une Porte soit ouverte, ou fermée". The Emperor Nicholas seems to be of the same opinion, and he is now trying with all his might and main, both on land and water, to have the Porte shut up as quick as he can. We hope he will only succeed in having the Porte slammed in his face.

A CHILDISH CONUNDRUM FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.

Q. Of what wood should a Christmas Tree be composed?

A. Of Box, and so make it a Christmas-Box Tree.

Christmas Waits—for "The Good Time Coming, Boys,"—only we suppose that, like us, Christmas must "wait a little longer."

Words! Words! Words!—Long words, like long dresses, frequently hide something wrong about the understanding.

The Oldest Note of Interrogation.—A note, asking you if you are engaged on Christmas Day?

Experience.—Women dislike talkative men: they know how it's done.

A Lazy Horse.—The Pegasus of Genius seldom stirs without the spur of necessity.

TERRIFIC SITUATION!

Heroine of Domestic Drama pursued by the Unprincipled Villian is about to cast herself headlong from a tremendous precipice!