3 NOVEMBER 1877, Page 3

Punch, which does not exhibit just at present his usual

amount of fun and point, has this week one of the most admirable cartoons which even Tenniel's genius has ever produced. It is the Marshal, with dull fury in his eyes, but with each top- boot planted deeply in a sea of Imperialist and Legitimist mud, uttering the well-known magic words, " J'y stile, j'y reste." Indeed, his evident pride that having got into the mud, he declines to get out of it again, seems to flash out from every one of his obstinate features, and to make the ludicrous position of one 'stuck in the mud' far more ludicrous than it otherwise would be.