Identifier: punchv50lemo (find matches)
Title: Punch
Year: 1841 (1840s)
Authors: Lemon, Mark, 1809-1870 Mayhew, Henry, 1812-1887 Taylor, Tom, 1817-1880 Brooks, Shirley, 1816-1874 Burnand, F. C. (Francis Cowley), 1836-1917 Seaman, Owen, 1861-1936
Subjects: English wit and humor English wit and humor, Pictorial
Publisher: (London) : (Punch Publications Ltd., etc.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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h Laymen have wills to speak, or wits to know? At length the vote is cast; attendant Muses of art and history, wondering, record, A great mans chosen; but the man refuses— And they who hoped and feared alike are floored! Wast that Sir Edwin thought the place above him, Or that he thought himself above the place? Wast that he better loved the crowds that love him? Would rather live for great work than for base? Wast that the Academy would less be winners, Than he a loser, by that chain opprest? Wast that he shirked the speeches at the dinners, Or that the Lions sat upon his chest? Whateer the cause, the Academy is baffled, And cannot boast a Landseer on its throne; What if the robe and chain were to be raffled, And trust the hazard of the die alone? Me thinks that were as wise mode of selection, As this by ballot, with closed doors, eyes, ears; Or choose the worst, and to the worlds objection, Reply, Was he not chosen by his Peers! 52 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (February 3, 1866).
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THE FESTIVE SEASON. (THE HOUSE IS FULL OF VISITORS—REGINALD SLEEPS IN HIS FATHERS BEDROOM.) Papi. Why, how's this, Reginald? Not in Bed yet? It s nearly Four o'clock! You should have been Asleep Hours ago! Reginald. Haw! And pray, why me in particular, Papa? THE MEXICAN DUET. Arranged for Mr. Seward and H.T.M. the Emperor Louis Napoleon. Mr. Seward. Now, Louis N., I want to know, When you'll get out of Mexico? Your stopping there is quite a blow At our great doctrine called Monroe. Louis Nap. France takes no bidding from a foe, I know what to her name I owe, No threats from Bunkum, Bosh, & Co., Shall have the power to make me go. Mr. Seward. Now, really, if you answer so, We must commence to pick the crow. Louis Nap. The crow, indeed—your notions low, The eagles form my banners show. Mr. Seward. And we aint got no eagle, no? As good a bird as yours, mon beau. Louis Nap. The sovereign whom I took in tow, I mean to keep in statu quo. Mr. Seward. Be off, and rest content to sow New

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