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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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over, has died in a warmbath, believe me, dear Mr. Punch, Yours candidly, An Alderman. P.S. I wonder if the Chinese eat their turtle soup with chopsticks.I fear, from want of practice, I am clumsy with those implements;and, if 1 be invited to eat aromatic turtle, I should like my host to sayto me, as the child did in the story-book, Wont you take a spoon, Pig? , A Great Irish Fact. The Irish Republic is flourishing in America, but not only flourishing.It has arrived at the maturity of a State that has rebellion within itsown bosom to put down. The Penian President at New York findshimself under the necessity of disavowing the acts of a Penian Senateself-constituted in opposition to his Government. The Republic ofIreland thus appears to exist in quite as high perfection as it would ifits President occupied the Castle at Dublin, and College-green werein a state of revolt. __ Partnership without Limited Liability.—Marriage. VOL. L. 14 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (January 13, 1866.
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THE CHACE. Dear Punch,—You heard mesay a week ago that I wasgoing to have a day withthe hounds. I 11 tell youhow it came about. Myfriend, Tom Rede, is as youmay recollect, a quiet elderlycreature, with spectacles,who, I had always thought,never went out of town, andknew nothing whatever_ ofthe country. Calculatingupon these supposed oppi-dan habits, I expatiated tohim at some length uponrustic joys, the delights ofwinter in the country, and,warming with my subject,recounted how I used tohunt the wily fox, ride threetimes a week with theBracebridge pack, and getsuch occasional croppers aswould have shaken anyother mans nerve right outof him. I wound up bystrongly advising him to godown into the country forthe winter, take to hunt-ing and shooting, and reallyenjoy life. I expected him to say that at his age such a thing was out of thequestion. I was, therefore, scarcely prepared for his answering me thathe always hunted regularly twice a week, in Cambridgeshire, in Suffolksometimes, a

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