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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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ither is England Palestine, nor is the year 1866 the year 30, or anyyear thereabouts. The only objectionable part of the paragraph above-quoted is itsheading. The judgment therein termed harsh was very much the reverse. Onerather hesitates to say that, in sentencing George Gally to fourteen days im-prisonment with hard labour in Reading Gaol, the Windsor Magistrates dealtmercifully with that turnip-stealer and Sabbath-breaker. Mercy is one of thoseobsolete words of the pathetic kind whose mere utterance now provokes the sneerof everybody but an idiot. Let us then simply say that those Magistrates did notpunish that offender so severely as they might have punished him. They sent theman to gaol. Was it not in their power to send him to the workhouse ? Question.—The well-known house of Russell, Gladstone &drawing a large Bill without considering their Returns. There seemsdoubt if Parliament will aceept it. Co. have beento be some 122 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (March 24, 1866.
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OUT OF PLACE. Mrs. Flouncey. You ll go to Church with us this Morning, Mr. Pippins ? Mr. Pippins. Haw, weally, Tha-anks, No ! I—I weally shouldnt Know a Soul there ! WHAT THE SHEEP THOUGHT OF IT. An ancient shepherd, hight John Russell, Once stout, though now sore shrunk in muscle, Summoned, one day, his flock together, Under the lead of their bell-wether— Dear sheep, quoth he, Reform is needed; I tried it once, and it succeeded. Your wools improved, and more s got off it, Till each years clip brings larger profit; You ye finer points, your joints cut neater, Your muttons juicier aad sweeter: Nay, you re not only better eating, But theres more music in your bleating: Till all who shear, taste, hear, or view, Say, * Bless the Bill of Thirty-Two! And even those who feared that movement, Are drivn to own your vast improvement. Now. if Reform Bill number one For fleece and flesh so much has done, Think what ideal wool and mutton Bill number two your backs will put on! So to Reform wha

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