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<h2>PUNCH AND JUDY.</h2> <div class="cpoem"> Mr. Punch and his wife Led a terrible life, Very much like a dog and a cat; Till, one summer morn A baby was born, A darling all dimples and fat. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-136.jpg" width-obs="449" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH, JUDY, AND THE BABY." title="" /> PUNCH, JUDY, AND THE BABY.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Mrs. Judy was proud, And the nurses allowed That they never had seen such a child; And the proud mother thought When her baby she brought To her husband, “It must make him mild.” </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-137.jpg" width-obs="444" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH AND THE BABY." title="" /> PUNCH AND THE BABY.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Mr. Punch was quite pleased; The poor baby he seized, And danced up and down in great joy. “Oh, my Judy,” he cried, "With a father's just pride, I look on our beautiful boy.” But the baby soon cried; Punch's temper was tried, And in a great passion he flew; He shook the poor child, And, with rage growing wild, The babe o'er the balcony threw. Judy, greatly displeased, A thick stick at once seized, And began her stern husband to beat; “O you monster,” she cried, As her weapon she plied, “You deserve the same ending to meet.” </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-140.jpg" width-obs="446" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH AND JUDY." title="" /> PUNCH AND JUDY.</div> <div class="cpoem"> On his arms and his head Her blows fell like lead; She wonder'd such treatment he stood! Beating and battering, She made such a clattering, It sounded like chopping up wood. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-141.jpg" width-obs="445" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH KILLS JUDY." title="" /> PUNCH KILLS JUDY.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> Of his beating quite tired, Punch's patience expired; He snatched the stick out of her hands, And gave Judy a blow Which, alas, laid her low, And above her a conqueror stands. Then he danced and he sang, And such nonsense began, That we laughed, though we couldn't tell why; For in such a sad case It were much more our place For Judy's misfortunes to cry. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-144.jpg" width-obs="445" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH AND THE CONSTABLE." title="" /> PUNCH AND THE CONSTABLE.</div> <div class="cpoem"> But the constable see!— “Are you come here for me?” Cries Punch, as he dances about. "Yes, yes; come to jail, 'Tis a terrible tale,” Said the constable, "you must come out, "And be tried for your life, For thus killing your wife; In prison, meantime, you'll abide.” “Oh no, I won't go,” Cried Punch, and a blow He gave the poor man in his side. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-145.jpg" width-obs="448" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH, TOBY, AND THE CLOWN." title="" /> PUNCH, TOBY, AND THE CLOWN.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Now Punch had a pet Whom we must not forget, A dog known as Toby by name; A clown from a show One day came to know If Punch would not sell him the same. But Punch would not part From his dog, for his heart (Though a wooden one) to him was true. He cried, "Give me a kiss, Dear Toby, I wis I never will sever from you.” </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-148.jpg" width-obs="454" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH AND THE DOCTOR." title="" /> PUNCH AND THE DOCTOR.</div> <div class="cpoem"> But Jack Ketch comes at last; Punch's frolics are past, There is no one his cause to befriend; His nonsense and fun Are all, alas, done; He has come to a very bad end! If he were not of wood It would not be good To laugh at the harm he has done; But 'twas only pretence, And there was not much sense In his crimes, or his grief, or his fun. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-149.jpg" width-obs="447" height-obs="650" alt="PUNCH AND JACK KETCH." title="" /> PUNCH AND JACK KETCH.</div> <div class="cpoem"> For a great many years, Punch's laughter and tears, Have amused both the child and the man; So I think at the last, For the sake of the past We will keep him as long as we can. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-226b.jpg" width-obs="200" height-obs="67" alt="" title="decoration" /></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-007.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="49" alt="" title="decoration" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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