Punch (1841) (14587595450) -

Identifier: punchv40lemo (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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Fortune. It seems from the Police Reports that not less than 300 burglarsand ticket-of-leave men are enjoying themselves in Manchester at thisparticular moment. That industrious town, with its azure sky andsweet pastoral walks, always struck us as the-most charming spot inthe world for a residence, and just now that it is so full of company, itmust have still greater attractions than ever. We did think of going toHastings, or Brighton, at this dull time of the year, just for a changeof air and scene for three or four weeks, but shall decidedly give thepreference now to Manchester. Imperial Eeverses. When Louis Napoleon put down the Red Republic, he was,according to the priest party, the Saviour of Society. Now theBishop oe Poitiers calls him Pontius Pilate. According to thatPrelate he is the Pilate of the Creed; whereas only the other daythe French clergy regarded him as the pilot who weatheredj thetorm. ..■■■■■mmujiiMU—M 100 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (March 9, 1861.
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OFFICIOUS UflCHIN HUSHES TO OPEN CaRRIAGE-DOOB. JOHN AND THOMAS, TO USE THEIR OWN PHRASE, ARE NoNPLUSHED ! 1 Completely WILL HAYTER. AlK— Tom Moody. You all knew Will Hatter, the Whipper-in, well, From all whips of his time honest Will bore the bell. In cover how pleasant to see him at work, A hot hound now rating, now pressing a shirk: No young un eer opened, with Will near the wood, But he d challenge, and find reasons why, if he could: Then, the pack at full cry, how inspiring his cheer, When he led on the field, Hark to Path there, Hear, Hear! High! wind him—and cross him— Now Russell boy! Hear! One hundred and sixty, in blue and buff drest, To present honest Wills testimonial pressed. The meet it was Williss Rooms, where the board, Ey the right sort was graced, neath the wing of my Lord. Wills Treasury hacks round the room did parade, Oer each saddle a whip as his trophy was laid. Ah, no more at his voice will those hacks go the pace, Nor the lobbies re-echo Old Will in the