Punch in Parliament. Wednesday, October 3
Mr. Speaker took the Chair at 26 minutes past 3 o'clock and Mr. Forster wanted to know if it was true what he had heard. Mr. Byrnes said, "Yes;—what was it?…
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Mr. Speaker took the Chair at 26 minutes past 3 o'clock and Mr. Forster wanted to know if it was true what he had heard. Mr. Byrnes said, "Yes;—what was it?…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →A fiend in human form, the first letter of whose name was William Forater, had the atrocity to propose that ministers should reduce the expenditure by cutting down their own salaries, which led to a scene of horror that…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →Having taken the chair at twenty-nine minutes past three, Mr. Speaker looked round with a pleased expression that spoke 1843 volumes of the Government Gazette, translated into English and then abreviated into the…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →Catching the Speaker's eye on "private business" was the little game indulged in by honourable members, who seized this opportunity of relieving themselves from the tediousness of the Education debate by putting playful…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →Mr Forster asked Mr. Byrnes when he meant to open the Macleay River? Mr. Byrnes said, owing to the immense quantity of land of which the river was composed, it would be a work of…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →Mr. Punch's limited space prevents his doing full justice to the extraordinary proceedings which characterised the deliberations of the august Assembly under the above date. Having taken his place in the gallery at a…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →Mr. Neale politely requested to be informed whether Mr. Byrnes was quite sure he was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about the Morpeth railway…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →The gown and wig in which Mr. Speaker, like patience [?] a monument, conceals the broadcloth of brooded, watchful day and admits "bosh" in at one ear and out of the other for live dreary afternoons and nights, every week,…
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