Volume 25 — THE CAB QUESTION IN A NEW LIGHT.
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Dirty carriage—wretched horse, Driver insolent and coarse; Prompt with ruffianly air To extort a double fare. If your rights you would maintain, And to Magistrate complain, Bullied by a Counsel brought To abuse you in the Court, For the dirty business paid By the union of the trade, Who can penalties afford From results of frequent fraud— Gentle Public, if you'd shun Fifty nuisances in one, Write it down on memory's slab, "Never take a London Cab!"
Gentle Public, come with me, And another picture see. Handsome carriage—decent horse— Driver neither rude nor coarse; For the same as Cabman's fare, Prompt to take you anywhere. If appearance you'd maintain, There's no reason to complain; To your door the Clarence brought, Fit to drive you, e'en to Court. Gentle Public, tell me why Don't you patronise a Fly?
Church Cannons.
A Dr. Church has invented some pieces of artillery which load at the breech; and two of them have been tried at Woolwich with perfect success. In these days, when ecclesiastical authority is so greatly at a discount, we are glad to recognise a Church whose cannons are a hit. We believe that these cannons cost much less than the average of cathedral dignitaries.
CHRISTMAS PRESENCE.
Presence of Matter. In the Court of Common Council.
Presence of Mind. In Punch's Almanack!