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Updated: June 22, 2025
Among these defenders of their country, at the door of a crowded cafe, stands Frederic Lemercier, superb in the costume, bran-new, of a National Guard, his dog Fox tranquilly reposing on its haunches, with eyes fixed upon its fellow-dog philosophically musing on the edge of Punch's show, whose master is engaged in the conquest of the Bismarck fiend.
Douglas Jerrold, in his well-known "Punch's Letters to his Son," gives an anecdote of which we can only say, si non è vero, è ben trovato. It at all events illustrates the frightful morality that exists with regard to borrowing Umbrellas. "Hopkins once lent Simpson, his next-door neighbour, an Umbrella.
It was so unlike Angela to be so very late returning, although, now that Mrs. Bridger had mentioned it, she, too, remembered hearing the rapid thud of Punch's galloping hoofs homeward bound, as was she, at 5.45.
The period passed as in a long dream, and the thought of rejoining the British column had for a time ceased to animate Punch's brain. But youth and a strong constitution rose superior in Pen's case to all the evils of circumstance and environment, and one afternoon the old clear look came back to his eyes. "Ah, Punch," he said, "better?" "Better?" said the boy.
At last, though, a few more utterances below, spoken in a deferential tone, followed by a sharp, angry command or two, sent a flash through his brain, and he pressed Punch's arm with greater energy in an effort to try and convey to his companion the thought that he knew who the fresh-comers must be.
As he thus soliloquized he heard a shrilling sort of squeak; and a showman stationed before his window the stage on which Punch satirizes the laws and moralities of the world, "kills the beadle and defies the devil." KENELM turned from the sight of Punch and Punch's friend the cur, as his servant, entering, said a person from the country, who would not give his name, asked to see him.
Lane's advice to budding playwrights is reminiscent of Mr. Punch's famous advice to those about to marry 'Don't. Though the 'Divorce' was his first play to be produced, it was not the first that he had written; like most authors, he had to buy experience. . . ." There was nothing in the rest of the article to incriminate him, but the offending paragraph was enough in itself.
Punch's illustration of me in 1847, as a fat old woman without a trace of beauty, except in my garments, which were made of bank notes. I have kept a copy of it, and will just pencil you the outline. The annoyance was intensified when I found myself handed down to posterity by him as the Old Lady of Threadneedle-street.
"No, no, no!" cried Pen, laughing and shaking his head. The girl looked a little annoyed, and smiled again, and pointed to the provisions she had brought. "Queso, pano," she said. "Las uvas;" and she caught up one of the bunches of grapes, picked off a few, and placed them in Punch's hand. Then turning quickly to the door, she stopped to look round.
The Work of several Years, and great Expense, is now perfected; being a most surprising and magnificent Machine, consisting of 5 several curious Pictures, the Painting and contrivance whereof is beyond Expression Admirable. To be seen from 10 in the Morning till 10 at Night, in the Little Piazza, Covent Garden, in the same House where Punch's Opera is. Price 1s. 6d., 1s., and the lowest, 6d.
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