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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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antwhiskers, or has he a bad squint ? Judging from his styleof addressing the fair sex, and the Sultan and insultingair with which he orders them to show themselves (bymedium of pen and ink) before him, that he may throwhis handkerchief to her who suits his taste, one mightthink that this Modestas is an absolute Adonis, whomto see is to fall in love with at first sight. _ On second thoughts, however, it is plain that his goodlooks are not reflected by his looking-glass, and haveexistence only in his own conceit. For if he have noother personal deformity, he must at any rate be far fromhandsome in his features, since he has so monstrous anexuberance of cheek. De Bello Gallico. Otjr fashionable contemporary, Bells Life, has a columnevery week devoted to Fights about to come off.Amongst those about not to come off might be mentionedthe fi«hfc between the Due DAltmale and Plon-Plon.The above is decidedly not the Prince Napoleon Column. 198 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (May 11, 1861. f
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a FLATTERING. Cook. Laukadaisy me, Miss Mary, if it aint almost like wax-work, I dew declare / MUSICAL MARTYRDOM. After all, our English language is a wretchedlydefective one. Of this we came to be convinced a night or two ago,when sitting quiet in our study after hearing the per-formance of Beethovens grand Mass—we beg yourpardon, Exeter Hall, not to offend your Protestanttastes, we should have rather said, grand Service.While revelling in memory in the soul-inspiring strainswherewith our ears had just been filled, and recallingto our mind the glorious grandeur of the Gloria, andthe devotional sublimity of the softer Benedictus, abarrel-organ struck up at the corner of the street, anda German band began to bray close by our doorstep.Surely, we reflected (and we leave Professor Mullerwhen he lectures next on language to make what usebe pleases of our logical conclusion) surely, we reflected,that language is imperfect which has but one word music for the music of Beethoven and the mu

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