Well, go on.
PEEL.--That's all at present. How d'ye think they read?
PUNCH.--Very glibly--like the summary of a Newgate Calendar. But the truth
is, I think we want a little new blood in the next Cabinet.
PEEL.--New blood! Explain, dear Punch.
PUNCH.--Why, most of your people are, unfortunately, tried men. Hence, the
people, knowing them as well as they know the contents of their own
breeches' pockets, may not be gulled so long as if governed by those whose
tricks--I mean, whose capabilities--have not been so strongly marked. With
new men we have always the benefit of hope; and with hope much swindling
may be perpetrated.
PEEL.--But my Cabinet contains known men.
PUNCH.--That's it; knowing _them_, hope is out of the question. Now, with
Ministers less notorious, the Cabinet farce might last a little longer. I
have put down a few names; here they are on a blank leaf of _Jack
Sheppard_.
PEEL.--A presentation copy, I perceive.
PUNCH.---Why, it isn't generally known; but all the morality, the wit, and
the pathos, of that work I wrote myself.
PEEL.--And I must say they're quite worthy of you.
PUNCH.--I know it; but read--read Punch's Cabinet.
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