The train starts every Saturday morning, under the guidance of an
experienced punster. The departure of the train is always attended with
immense laughter, and a tremendous rush to the booking-office. PUNCH,
therefore, requests those who purpose taking places to apply early, as
there will be no
[Illustration: RESERVED SEATS!]
N.B.--Light jokes booked, and forwarded free of expense. Heavy articles not
admitted at any price.
*** Wanted an epigrammatic porter, who can carry on a smart dialogue, and
occasionally deliver light jokes.
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CHANT.
TO OLD FATHER TIME.
Time--old Time--whither away?
Linger a moment with us, I pray;
Too soon thou spreadest thy wings for flight;
Dip, boy, dip
In the bowl thy lip,
And be jolly, old Time, with us to-night.
Dip, dip, &c.
Time--old Time--thy scythe fling down;
Garland thy pate with a myrtle crown,
And fill thy goblet with rosy wine;--
Fill, fill up,
The joy-giving cup,
Till it foams and flows o'er the brim like mine.
Fill, fill, &c.
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