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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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the Louvre. Or:- The Kaaba Stone could be placed in theBritish Museum, and the Louvre could receiveMahomets Coffin. Eor the choice between the Kaaba Stone andthe Coffin of Mahomet, M. Drouyn de Lhtjysand Eael Russell might, on the part of theirrespective Governments, toss up. WASHING PUT OUT. It has been suggested that the fellows who notonly avail themselves of workhouse shelter andfare, but who destroy their clothes in order tobe re-clad at the rate-payers expense, shouldbe rendered all the fitter for new garments bymeans of ten minutes lavation. The spout of afire-engine is to supply the douche. In the caseof the worst class this might not be impropertreatment, and it would enable the officials toadd a line to the triumphant chant in which theoffenders proclaim their character :— Sturdy Beggar.Here we are, and here we goes,We are the beggars that tears up our clothes ! Officials.And we are the beadles that turns on the hose ! 56 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (February 10, 1866.
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THE MOTHER OF INVENTION. MRS. FRED DOESNT CARE HOW LONG SHE SITS FOR HER DEAR FRED, SO LONG AS HER DARLING FREDDY SAFE PLACE WHERE HE CANT GET INTO MISCHIEF. IS IN SOME GOING DOWN TO THE HOUSE. The Speaker s re-elected, The Session has begun,For Qoeens Speech, long expected, The old yarns have been spun.The Address (of yarns no newer) Moved and seconded as well—As ill, perhaps, were truer, Were truth a thing to tell. Now quidnuncs and gobemouches, May watch along Whitehall,Collective Wisdoms douches, Descend in frequent fall.Alone, in pairs and trios, Housewards the Members stroll;Some, names for cautious Clios Recording on her roll, And some which now bawled shrilly, As yon old clothesmans cry,The world (therein not silly) Would willingly let die.Names whose Dutch-metal glory Alreadys on the go;And whose echo in our story, Will be een as that Old Clo*! Her Majestys patrician And plebeian servants all;Ministers, Opposition, Who give or take the wall;The Treasury-bench in esse, Or in

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