Punch, Volums 8-9

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Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Sir Francis Cowley Burnand, Sir Owen Seaman
Punch Publications Limited, 1845
 

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Pāgina 217 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pāgina 109 - I'm alive, if it isn't St. Swithin's day! Do you hear it against the windows? Nonsense; you don't impose upon me. You can't be asleep with such a shower as that! Do you hear it, I say? Oh, you do hear it! Well, that's a pretty flood, I think, to last for six weeks; and no stirring all the time out of the house.
Pāgina 109 - But I know why you lent the umbrella. Oh, yes; I know very well. I was going out to tea at dear mother's tomorrow,— you knew that; and you did it on purpose.
Pāgina 109 - I know that walk to-morrow will be the death of me. But that's what you want — then you may go to your club, and do as you like — and then nicely my poor dear children will be used — but then, sir, then you'll be happy.
Pāgina 278 - Be it enacted, that nothing herein contained shall be construed to annul, repeal or in any manner affect any provision contained in an Act passed in the eighth year of the reign of Her present Majesty, intituled "An Act for the more effectual Application of Charitable Donations and Bequests in Ireland.
Pāgina 158 - But it's just like you ; I can't speak, that you don't try to insult me. Once, I used to say you were the best creature living : now, you get quite a fiend. Do let you rest ? No, I won't let you rest. It's the only time I have to talk to you, and you shall hear me.
Pāgina 109 - I should like to know how the children are to go to school to-morrow. They shan't go through such weather ; I am determined.
Pāgina 244 - THE night was stormy and dark, The town was shut up in sleep : Only those were abroad who were out on a lark, Or those who'd no beds to keep. I pass'd through the lonely street, The wind did sing and blow ; I could hear the policeman's feet Clapping to and fro. There stood a potato-man In the midst of all the wet ; He stood with his 'tato-can In the lonely Harmarket.
Pāgina 199 - Oh, very well: women remember things you never think of: poor souls! they've good cause to do so. Ten years ago, I was sitting up for you, — there now, I'm not going to say anything to vex you, only do let me speak: ten years ago, I was...
Pāgina 109 - Indeed, Mr. Caudle, I shall wear 'em. No, sir, I'm not going out a dowdy to please you or anybody else. Gracious knows, it isn't often that I step over the threshold ; indeed, I might as well be a slave at once — better, I should say. But when I do go out, Mr. Caudle, I choose to go as a lady. Oh, that rain — if it isn't enough to break in the windows. " Ugh, I do look forward with dread for to-morrow.

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