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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stian a benevolent shove-up to aid him in any meritorious effort.In complimenting the Morning Star upon the bold and sensationalnature of its Jamaican Revelations, Mr. Punch had not the least inten-tion of giving offence to his respected neighbour. Had Mr. Punchintended to be disagreeable, in which endeavour, however, he mustalways signally fail, he might have pointed out that to envelope seriousnarrative in the garb of penny fiction, is at once to discredit the writerin the estimation of educated people. But his sweet disposition re-volted at the idea of severity, and he blandly favoured his astral neigh-bour with a hint which Mr. Punch is happy to see has been taken inreference to later Revelations. Mr. Punch will only add, that when hecommits an injustice, he will say to the Star, with Ion— This breast shall be as open to thy swordAs now to thine embrace. Let us liquor, if the Star will tolerate an American expression. JWatCf) 17, 1866.) $uttrfj, or tije 3LonUon (£jjartoari. 109
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She bore her burden all that dayHalf-faint; the unconverted clay © raigzxiz !A burden grew, beneath the sun,In many a manner more than one. <9 migzxiz!Half-faint the whitening road alongShe bore it, singing (in her song)— <& midzxiz ! The locks you loved, (ffiautoaine, ffiautoafne,Will never know the comb again ! . . . The man you slew, (ffiautoalne, (ffiantoafn?,Will never come to life again! So when they do, (ffiauteatne, ffiautoaltu,Then take me back to town again ! . . . The shepherds gazed, but marvelled not;They knew the ways of Camelot! O mtezxiz!She heeded neither man nor beast:Her shadow lengthened toward the east. <& mtezxiz IA little castle she drew nigh,With seven towers twelve inches high. . , <& rai&zxiz!A baby castle, all a-flameWith many a flower that hath no name. & migzxiz!It had a little moat all round:A little drawbridge too she found, & mtezxiz !On which there stood a stately maid,Like her in radiant locks arrayed . . , 1 &am

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