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[...] inquiries on matters connect ! ed with Fishing, Shooting, Hunt ing, the Manage [...]
[...] bottles full of disinfecting fluid all day... The police have threatened to indite us for a nuisance. If so, we shall say it was you, and give your name and address in Scotland.--Sp. Ed.) [...]
[...] and savage description. Luckily we let the clerk open it. He has been laid up ever since, and now sends a solicitor to us. You’ll get in a row.—Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] HAMPSHIRE. [Thanks. They have not come yet.—Sp. Ed.] [*** We re-open this column to say yes they have. But why didn't rou send them before ? There are many things very curious about them, [...]
[...] [*** We re-open this column to say yes they have. But why didn't rou send them before ? There are many things very curious about them, ring an action against the S.W. Railway.—Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] [Anything like 'em P. We can’t get rid of 'em, and are bitten, all over, dreadfully. Don't send any more.--Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] *!. Ed.] ‘Friends at a distance will please accept this intimation. - *In answer to “ANGLo-INDIAN’s” query, we are sorry to decline, but [...]
[...] if we'd let him lie down in the kitchen at night, we shouldn't be troubled with any more black-beetles. Many thanks; but don't send it.—Sp. Ed. [...]
[...] instantaneous death to the fly. If a female fly, one drop more will be necessary. In a short time you will be entirely free from the nuisance. If not, write again.—Sp. Ed. [...]
[...] bug,” so this insect you saw we have not the slightest doubt is not a humming-bird but a “ Hum-bird,” or, more commonly speaking, a “Hum-bug.”—Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] * The cheque was sent, was received, and was cashed. We know all about it now, and so shall the patient public.—ED. t The evident reply to Our Correspondent's question, “Why cannot I borrow?'...is, of course, “Because no one would be such a donkey as to lend [...]
[...] t The evident reply to Our Correspondent's question, “Why cannot I borrow?'...is, of course, “Because no one would be such a donkey as to lend you anything.” We know Our Man by this time.—ED. † In spite of all that has happened, and of all that may happen, we shall always regret that a gentleman of such historical learning and research should [...]
[...] have so utterly thrown himself away as the public will subsequently learn he has done. e willingly admit that so accomplished and erudite a scholar would be an ornament to any society. Alas! poor Yorick 1–Ed. § Here Our Correspondent at last let the cat out of the bag. In his eager ness to secure the money, he wrote, as may be seen, “send a boy on ...”. [...]
[...] secured the envelope. It was stamped Gravesend ? We took steps accord º: Gravesend is associated with the place wherein to “spend a happy day!” We know Our Man now. Attendez 1–ED. [...]
[...] * A Sunderbundis “aforest tract on the Delta of the Ganges!” Videour Dic tionary, on which we are now certain we can perfectly rely. But we are not to be taken in-in fact, we never were; we always said we mistrusted him.–ED. t Once for all we unmask the deceiver. Tattee is not a trunk or portman teau, but a “screen of glass placed in a window and cooled by water!” [...]
[...] everyone knows it’s not a garment of any description. And, finally, a atarras is no more a gamekeeper than a tom-cat, being, in fact, “a pair of {. slung on a bamboo.” So much for Buckingham | Off with his head !—Ed. † This º: of note is attributable to the sudden appearance of our Head clerk, with a Police-officer, just as Our Correspondent and the missing Boy [...]
[...] clerk, with a Police-officer, just as Our Correspondent and the missing Boy (whom we sent, months ago, to buy a Dictionary) were leaving his cottage to go out for a row on the river.—ED. § Our office is in Fleet Street. Why did our Boy go to Gravesend for an Indian Dictionary 2–ED. [...]
[...] cheaper down at Gravesend.” This looks like truth. The Boy, at his age, could not have invented such a falsehood. We shall retain him on the esta blishment, and deduct the half-sovereign.-ED. [...]
[...] p P.S.–On inquiry we find that Our Correspondent has not got a wife, or a mother, or a father, or any children at all. We have been imposed upon, but it is for the last time. “Never again with you, Robin?"—Ed. [...]
[...] lent; the joint was on the table. “Come,” said ED WIN, “this is some **** a dinner. I [...]
[...] r - l - vain. In fact, our Statesmen \; JLP { plead guilty to thinking of no - thing but NAssR-ED-Din. R GLADSTONE allowed the Commons to rise early on the Friday, that they might get into the City, and MR. PELL wanted them to rise earlier still, declaring that he should otherwise never get [...]
[...] risen, was turned $º Buckingham Palace, and if NASSR-ED-DIN's shutters were not what MRs. MALAPROP calls “arithmeti cally”, closed, His Majesty must have [...]
[...] Mr. Punch having gazed on that scene kissed his hand to NAssR-ED-DIN, an retired to his own seclusion and tobacco. [...]
[...] “THE SHAH keeps a Journal, in which he notes up, with great care whatever strikes him. He is also attended by an historiographer, in the erson of KHAN MAHoMMED HAssan-EL-SANEE-ED-Dowlah, Editor of the fficial Gazette of Tehrān,”—Court Newsman. [...]
[...] extracts which we here print we are not at liberty to reveal. We have our own little #. but, if they have any other name than Legion, it is as private and confidential as the news they carry.-ED.] [...]
[...] From the most private Journal of KHAN MAHOMMED HASSAN-EL SANEE-ED-DOWLAH. [...]
[...] “DEAR P., “5, Castle Terrace, Ilfracombe. “You have not heard from me for the last week or two, -[It is nearer six weeks than one. Ed.]—and may have been uncomfortable about ... [Nº. about you, but about your contributions. Ed.]—Be comforted. I have been so very comfortable, and yet I have been at [...]
[...] —[Of course I do, but I don’t see how they º: Ed]-Well, I have never felt their full force so much, I think, as while enjoying the perusal of your amusing periodical—[This is intolerable impertinence. Ed.] [...]
[...] of London-Super-Mare. “When you kindly gave me leave to recruit my worn-out brain—[He took it a la Française. Ed.]—in a brief absence at the Sea-side, I spent some days (which I feel cannot, fairly, be counted in my holidays) in making .# my mind whither to betake myself. I had done Brighton, [...]
[...] —[Of course we do, then why quote it? Ed.]—its lodging-house bills, the smell of soup and pies from MUTTON's, the china and pebbles in the shop-windows, the riding-masters, their screws and bevies of [...]
[...] “You know how I love nature, [We were not aware of it, except as he has been in the habit of pleading it, occasionally, in excuse for short copy and absences without leave. Ed.]—and you will therefore be glad to hear that Ilfracombe combines, in its coast and inland scenery, whatever is sternest with whatever, is loveliest in landscape. The coast is a [...]
[...] member).-[The shallow parade of scientific knowledge, like the yulgar habit of Latin quotation, seems to be incurable in this contributor. Ed.]—A member of the Af. risking his neck, quite as freely and at far less cost than in the High Alps; and the lover of adventure within half-an-hour's walk of the [...]
[...] its delicate cilia, and the madrepore spreads its snowy .."; }; have here struck out two pages of Marvels of the Sea-shore, evidently extracted from some popular compendium. Ed.] [...]
[...] promise you a choice one. (You may as well make it a P.O. order for a sovereign, and we can settle the difference on my return).-[Trust him for that " Ed.] “There is a Local Board of Health, which, strange to say, seems to be enterprising and active, keeps the streets clean, and has constructed a [...]
[...] lengths of flirtation. Toilette is ad libitum. I go about in my usual º deshabille,_-[Which his friends call disreputable slovenli mess. Ed.]—and do not find that I attract more attention than in London; Qf course the dear girls will blossom here as elsewhere. The pork-pie flourishes in all its variety of colour, cock, and plumage, [...]
[...] al-ways snarling and bit-ing, and quar-rel-ling a-mong them-selves. The old Wolf knew that he was more than a match for any of the dogs sin-gly, but he was a fraid if he ven-tur-ed to attack one of them, the 9-thers might for-get their snarl-ing to join in a league of de-fence a-gainst him. There was one large dog in par-ti-cu-lar, cal-led “Prince,” [...]
[...] at log-ger-heads, he will take us, one by one, with-out dif-fi-cuſ-ty, and when he has eatien us up, he will have his own way with the sheep.” " But they would not mind his words, and some of them growl-ed at him, and said he was a trai-tor, end on-ly wan-ted to get the sheep to him-self, and that the Wolf was an honest beast, and loved the small [...]
[...] was in a thick wood on a hill, with an old cas-tle built at the top. The big dog was at the gate of the cas-tle, and when the Wolf came up, with a grin that show-ed his long, sharp teeth, he said—“Walk in, my dear Wolf; I am so glad to see you.” Then the Wolf put his paw on his heart, and said, “Dear Prince, I have been wait-ing so long for [...]
[...] the small dogs will be able to do their work, so pleasant-ly and so ea-si-ly. What a shame it is, that the poor little beasts should be so hard work-ed, and kept out in all wea-thers, guard-ing their sheep from the wick-ed wolves that sur-round them. Now you are a great dog, [...]
[...] sun, and you and I would take care they had plen-ty of nice bones and paunches; and mean-while we would guard the sheep to-ge-ther.” Then the big dog laugh-ed and said, “A nice plan, in-deed! How ve-ry kind you are Here are all the small dogs just in-side the gate. Per-haps you will be kind e-nough to tell them the nice lit-tle plan you [...]
[...] have just told me, and see how they will like it.” Then the Wolf be-gan to feel very awk-ward and un-com-fort-a-ble, and felt that the big dog had led him in-to a trap; and he curl-ed up his mouth in-to what he meant for a ve-ry sweet smile, and said, “No, thank you, dear Prince. I think I will not say any-thing to them to-day. I have not [...]
[...] wag their tails, and to set up a cry of, “How ve-ry kind you are, dear Wolf, to think of ta-king the charge of our sheep off our hands !” , . So the Wolf, see-ing his plot was de-tect-ed, sneak-ed off with his tail be-tween his legs, and from that time the small dogs knew that Prince was their true friend, and were jea-lous of him no long-er, and made up [...]
[...] afterward, copies may be had, price threepence, at the counter, or four pence if impressed with the Governmental stamp. N.B. MACKINTosh ED PERCUssion-CAPs for the Wimbledon Meeting should be immediately applied for. Also ask for Mr. Punch's IMPER vious ShoBT-PIPE Cover and WATERFRoof CIGARs, which have been [...]
[...] but a spirit photographer, one woul think, must always be a transparent medium. Yet, whether JUDGE ED Monds saw through a spirit or no, he did not see through MR. MUMLER. [...]
[...] Great Northern Hotel. Mr. Punch had dined at the place, and had }. modestly, of wine: . He was charged Eighteen Pence for his ed-room Candle. The bill is before him, and shall be placed in his window in Fleet Street, if anybody desires to see it before it goes to the British Museum. Of what costly wax that candle was made, [...]
[...] such scraps of intelligence as may be dro º our highly-valued scientific friend ºf, his most remarkable aérial voyage, which will mark an epoch in the history of balloon navigation. Ed.] [...]
[...] Subsequent telegrams of a similar nature, from other places still further north, tend to confirm this mistaken notion, which we at once hasten to correct. Ed.] [...]
[...] received corroborating our highly-valued Contributor's statements:— Pekin. E. T. SM-TH just passed over here. Wind S.E. by E. Knew him by his hat. Ed.] Do correct this erroneous impression on receipt of my communication, I shall re-ascend to-night twice, as I need rest sadly. I have brought [...]
[...] down again. The last note we received from him was forwarded to us by a kind friend, and is published immediately under this paren thesis. Ed.] Thursday, May 27.-Going on as well as can be expected. Think I’m over Kamschatka. Am taking bearings and soundings. Results to be [...]
[...] Pretender at any odds. I haven’t got an idea what’ll win. * [Some mistake evidently, as our esteemed and highly-valued Corre spondent will see when he comes down. Ed.] [...]
[...] erudite as a scholar than he is accomplished as a gentleman, and who is able to live most economically in a foreign country, as a true Cosmopolitan should do.—ED. [...]
[...] * “An Architect.” This is news: but nothing surprises us, as we always told him to his face that he was a very clever man,—ED. + We have heard of the “borders of the Black Forest,” but not of a boarding-house in that romantic spot. If our Contributor is joking with us, it is a pity, as, with this vague [...]
[...] versation book for his best German. We will think it out, and while thinking it out, we can temporarily withhold remit tances.—ED. + No, we never did hear of this. Why has this work been so º; hidden away? We can hardly believe it: and yet,_we [...]
[...] ; of the law at work, and he may depend upon us for giving im every assistance in our power.—Ed. [...]
[...] * We will strictly comply with this request. We like the great caution shown by our Contributor; it is in itself a guarantee of good faith.-ED. * True: our sentiments down to the ground. Therefore it will be on the whole safer (as we told the Gentleman who came with this MS., and who complained of being kept [...]
[...] - indeed a “friend” of our Contributor's, he had all the air of “a friend in need.”—Ed. [...]
[...] A good augury for the Novel.-E.D. f This clearly includes Fiction—founded on Fact. Another good augury for the Novel.-ED. 1 Good enough. We’ll edit it. This dependence on our editorial judg ment augurs extremely well for the Novel.-ED. [...]
[...] ment augurs extremely well for the Novel.-ED. Yes, we have a Reader, of course. He is tolerably patient, but not gentle. This intention on the part of Author augurs well for Novel.—ED. | M.R. PL-Ms-LL seems to be thinking of the old Ethiopian song of Lucy Neale— “Were you sitting by my side, [...]
[...] Neale— “Were you sitting by my side, How happy I should feel.” Poetic quotation augurs well for Novel—Ed. * For one to “sit” and another to “lay” is a confusion of metaphor. Probably unintentional. Augurs well for Novel.-E.D. [...]
[...] ** We have done so. We sent them all off in a cart this morning to the Artist's house. They arrived on his birthday, at breakfast time, and he cheerfully paid the carriage. We have not heard from him since.—ED. [...]
[...] * If you please, Sir, if GREGoRY GRogBLossom was MARY's father, why was her name MAYBUD 2–ED. Dear Sir, this story is founded on Fact. Let that suffice, MAYBUD was her mother's name, and her daughter resumed it, not caring to be called [...]
[...] [We are not prepared to deny the force of much that MR. S. P. puts forward, but we are .#P. opinion that even the inhabitants of Derby ought to be informed that Newport-Pagnell is not a sea-port town de facto.—ED.] [...]
[...] Jericho Villa, Bath. He has instructions, and the money will reach me quicker in this way. [We do not like the look of this. Why send to Bath if *; . is in India?—ED.] - made another joke about the Cingal-he's bei - literally a side-splitter. gal-he's being all garçons. This was [...]
[...] * Illegible in MS.—ED. + our Dictionary gives the meaning of Khodabund, as “a title, ºf re. pect.” . Really this must be a yery faulty work, or—our Correspondent is not [...]
[...] † Where : hat is the Kokkeoli "We've been three times to the Zoological, five to the British Museum, and consulted various authorities, but cannot come across the Kokkeoli. Yet—we seem to know the name.-ED. [...]
[...] English written backwards, and could be translated by—“How was you the day after to-morrow *" But we refuse to believe that such a trick has been put º, us. No, it must be a rare Indian dialect.—Ed. t In our Dictionary a paundau is a “vessel holding betel nuts,” and a khalámut is “a bard.” e begin to suspect—and yet we do not like suspect [...]
[...] f The boy hasn't yet returned with our new Dictionary, but our old one says that toofaun is “a hurricane,” and wakeel “an ambassador.” There must be a mistake somewhere.—Ed. [...]
[...] * Our Correspondent seems to have used three hands on this occasion. But, of course, some allowance must be made for the excitement of the moment.—ED. - - + The boy has not yet returned with the new Dictionary, but in the old one we find Schroff “a banker,” Sircar “a native writer,” and Routee “a sleep- [...]
[...] drink; and as to singing a sleeping tent, that is manifestly either untrue or a lapsus calami. We shall send out somebody else to see where he is. The Public shall not be deceived with our consent.—ED. - f Pillau is an Eastern dish almost as well-known as curry. . Still, our Correspondent was very tired, and a mere clerical error of that sort is pardon [...]
[...] cold it is there. Get warmer bags, with proper braces (try elastic), and then go out. Sp. Ed.] Grandtully.—To His Highness the Maharajah DHULEEP SINGH. May your Highness's shadow never be less!. Salaam. Hear, Massa [...]
[...] º bot the Tay itself and the milk, crame, and shugar. Amn’t 1 right : - [Of course.—Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] [It depends on the weather. If raining cats and dogs, we have nown some queer fishes take a cab, or even an omnibus.--Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] Yes, there is; and when he gets bigger, he’s caught in a boat, and called a Rudder. Quite true.—Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] Richard may come and do it himself. We can’t. [By the way, SIR RICHARD, oysters are getting on well. How do your muzzles look? Eh P-Yours, Sp. Ed.] [...]
[...] ed' to East Cliff, but the effort was too much for it, and it completely [...]
