MANAGER.--And your consistency, Mr. Punch?
PUNCH.--What a green chap you are, after all. A public man's consistency!
It's only a popular delusion, sir. I'll tell you what's consistency, sir.
When one gentleman's _in_ and won't come _out_, and when another
gentleman's _out_ and can't get _in_, and when both gentlemen
persevere in their determination--that's consistency.
MANAGER.--I understand; but still I think it is the duty of every public
man to----
PUNCH.--(_sings_)--
"Wheel about and turn about,
And do jes so;
Ebery time he turn about,
He jumps Jim Crow."
MANAGER.--Then it is your opinion that the prospects of the Whigs are not
very flattering?
PUNCH.--'Tis all up with them, as the young lady remarked when Mr. Green
and his friends left Wauxhall in the balloon; they haven't a chance. The
election returns are against them everywhere. England deserts
them--Ireland fails them--Scotland alone sticks with national attachment
to their backs, like a--
THE DOG TOBY.--Bow, wow, wow, wough!
MANAGER.
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