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Title: Punch
Year: 1841 (1840s)
Authors: Lemon, Mark, 1809-1870 Mayhew, Henry, 1812-1887 Taylor, Tom, 1817-1880 Brooks, Shirley, 1815-1874 Burnand, F. C. (Francis Cowley), 1836-1917 Seaman, Owen
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Publisher: (London : Punch Publications, etc.)
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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S TO nE REMEMBERED AT CHRISTMAS. That the mistletoe only comes once a year. Young ladies should bearthis in mind before they say Dont to young gentlemen. That privateboxes are only made to hold six. and that mothers should not try to crameight children into them, besides herself, papa, and the governess. BLESSINGS OK THE POLICE FORCE. Policemen are public instructors. Theyre all lettered to teachmaid-servants their alphabet. Thats the reason they haunt peoples; areas. They re paid to be well-informed, and so should know nil thecooks on board-wages, and every housemaid that finds her own tea andsugar. Policemen are now known, in common with the Patent euspshining black lead, as the Housemaids best friend. COAL MBA3URB IN LODGING-HOUSES. 1 Coalscuttle makes .... 1 sack. 2 sacks ... . . . . 1 ton. 10 tons . . • . 50 flies. 50 fires , ( Firing for the Landlady \ all the year round. The price is very difficult to estimate as it varies from half-a-crowr.a scuttle to Bixpeni e a shovelful.
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As Young Aurora, with her blaze of light,Into the shade throws all the pride of night,And pales presumptuous stars, which vainly thinkThat every eye is on them as they blink : So Punch, the light and glory of the time,—His wit and wisdom brilliant as sublime,Scares into shade Cants hypocritic throng—Abashes Folly, and exposes Wrong. MRS. CAUDLES CURTAIN LECTURES. INTRODUCTION. Poor Mr. Job Caudle was one of the few menwhom Nature, in her casual bounty to women, sendsinto the world as patient listeners. He was, perhaps,in more respects than one, all ears. And these ears,Mas. Caudle — his lawful, wedded wife, as shewould ever and anon impress upon him, for shewas not a woman to wear chains without shakingthem — took whole and sole possession of. Theywere her entire property ; as expressly made toconvey to Caudles brain the stream of wisdomthat continually flowed from the lips of his wife, aswas the tin funnel through which Mas. Caudlein vintage time bottled her elder wine. There

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