Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 12, 1841 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 61 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 12, 1841.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 12, 1841 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 61 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 12, 1841.

Epigram on the above.

  This name’s the best that could be given,
    As will by proof be quickly seen;
  For, “dropping from the clouds of Heaven,”
    She was, of course, the raining Queen.

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CAUTION TO SPORTSMEN.

Our gallant friend Sibthorp backed himself on the 1st of September to bag a hundred leverets in the course of the day.  He lost, of course; and upon being questioned as to his reason for making so preposterous a bet, he confessed that he had been induced to do so by the specious promise of an advertisement, in which somebody professed to have discovered “a powder for the removal of superfluous hairs.”

* * * * *

OUT OF SEASON.

A LYRIC, BY THE LAST MAN—­IN TOWN.

  Chaos returns! no soul’s in town! 
    And darkness reigns where lamps once brightened;
  Shutters are closed, and blinds drawn down—­
    Untrodden door-steps go unwhitened! 
  The echoes of some straggler’s boots
    Alone are on the pavement ringing
  While ’prentice boys, who smoke cheroots,
    Stand critics to some broom-girl’s singing.

  I went to call on Madame Sims,
    In a dark street, not far from Drury;
  An Irish crone half-oped the door. 
    Whose head might represent a fury. 
  “At home, sir?” “No! (whisper)—­but I’ll presume
    To tell the truth, or know the raison
  She dines—­tays—­lives—­in the back room,
    Bekase ’tis not the London saison.”

  From thence I went to Lady Bloom’s,
    Where, after sundry rings and knocking,
  A yawning, liveried lad appear’d,
    His squalid face his gay clothes mocking
  I asked him, in a faltering tone—­
    The house was closed—­I guess’d the reason—­
  “Is Lady B.’s grand-aunt, then, gone?”—­
    “To Ramsgate, sir!—­until next season!”

  I sauntered on to Harry Gray’s,
    The ennui of my heart to lighten;
  His landlady, with, smirk and smile,
    Said, “he had just run down to Brighton.” 
  When home I turned my steps, at last,
    A tailor—­whom to kick were treason—­
  Pressed for his bill;—­I hurried past,
    Politely saying—­CALL NEXT SEASON!

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THE GENTLEMAN’S OWN BOOK.

We concluded our last article with a brief dissertation on the cut of the trousers; we will now proceed to the consideration of coats.

  “The hour must come when such things must be made.”

For this quotation we are indebted to

[Illustration:  THE POET’S PAGE.]

There are three kinds of coats—­the body, the surtout, and the great.

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