John Tenniel



Description	British illustrator
Date of birth/death	28 February 1820	25 February 1914
Location of birth/death	London	London
Authority control	VIAF: 44305940 ISNI: 0000 0001 2130 2807 ULAN: 500006194 LCCN: n79058883 NLA: 35543474 WorldCat

English: Sir John Tenniel (February 28, 1820 – February 25, 1914) was an English illustrator.

Portraits[edit]

Self-portrait

Works[edit]

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland[edit]

Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There[edit]

The kitten had been having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up...
«What have you got to say for yourself?» Now don't interrupt me!
The glass was beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.
In another moment Alice was through the glass and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room
The chessmen were walking about, two and two!
He was far too much astonished to cry out, but his eyes and his mouth want on getting larger ana larger.
The White Knight is sliding down the poker. He balances very badly.
«The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood...»
«O Tiger-lily...I wish you could talk!»
«Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.»
Alice stood without speaking, looking out in all directions over the country — and a most curious country it was.
«Now! Now!» cried the Queen.
«Faster! Faster!»
The Guard was looking at her, first through a telescope then through a microscope, and then through an opera-glass.
«Half way up that bush, you'll see a Rocking-horse-fly, if you look.»
«Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raising burning in brandy»
«Its wings are thin slices of bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar»
So they walked on together through the wood...
They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's neck.
«The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand...»
«But wait a bit, the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat...»
I weep for you, the Walrus said:«I deeply sympathize»
He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud...
«I knew it was! cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair.»
«Do I look very pale?» said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on.
«It can't go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side», Alice said, as she gently put it right for her...
«He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn't even begin till next Wednesday.»
She was in a little dark shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, and opposite to her was an old Sheep...
They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one of the oars got fast in the water...
And he grinned almost from ear to ear, as he leant forwards...
and offered Alice his hand.
«Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.»
«I said it very loud and clear;
I went and shouted in his ear.»
The ground was soon covered with little heaps of men.
«I feel faint — Give me a ham sandwich!»
«Ten minutes allowed for refreshments!»
«Are you animal —
or vegetable — or mineral?»
She dropped to her knees, and put her hands over her ears, vainly trying to shut out the dreadful uproar.
They began banging away at each other with such a fury that Alice got behind a tree...
She thought she had never seen such a strange-looking soldier in all her life.
Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he fell off in front...
«How can you go on talking so quietly, head downwards?» Alice asked, as she dragged him out by the feet...
«I shook him well from side to side,
until his face was blue...»
«But how can it have got there without my knowing it?»
She didn't feel a bit surprised at finding the Red Queen and the White Queen sitting close to her...
In another moment both Queens were fast asleep, and snoring loud...
«Where's the servant whose business it is to answer the door?»
she began angrily.
The leg of mutton got up in the dish and made a little bow to Alice...
On good pull, and plates, dishes, guests, and candles came crashing down together in a heap on the floor.
She took her off the table as she spoke, and shook her backwards and forwards with all her might.
And it really was a kitten, after all.
«Snowdrop, my pet!» she went on, looking over her shoulder at the White Kitten.