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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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ly, andeven that is not to be done on moderate terms, has to work as hard ashe can for money in order to pay his way. The old Mammon-worshipis now confined to your bill-discounters, usurers, speculators, andpeople of that class; it is they alone who adore the divinity of thataltar whereof the front is stamped with £ s. d. No doubt the ArtUnion itself is desirous of making as much money as it can in arespectable way. Those only who do not want any money can sincerelydecry money-making; and everybody must be absorbed in that pursuitto the extent of his liabilities, unless he is such a rogue as not to wishto discharge them, and such a philosopher as not to mind going toprison, and finally to the workhouse itself. The pursuits of Art resolvethemselves, in these expensive times, into the pursuit of wealth ; andthe artist who is entirely absorbed in his art, is entirely absorbed inmoney-making. That, after all, is the Artists true Mission. 192 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (Mat 11, 1861.
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AKXIQUS TO PRESERVE OUR FIGURE, WE TAKE A TURKISH BATH! INK, BLOOD, AND TEARS. (THE TAKING OF POKT SUMTER.) A Fokty hours bombardment! Great guns throwingTheir iron hail: shells their mad mines exploding: Furnaces lighted: shot at red-heat glowing:Shore battries and fort-armament, firing, loading— Wars visible hell let loose for forty hours, And all her devils free to use their powers— And yet not one man hit, her flag when Sumter lowers. Oh, heres a theme! quoth Punch, of brag abhorrent, Twixt promise and performance rare proportion! This show-cloth, of live lions, giving warrant,Masking some mangy, stunted, stuffed abortion: These gorgeous covers hiding empty dishes, These whale-like antics among little fishes— Here is the very stuff to meet my dearest wishes. What ringing of each change on brag and bluster! These figures huge of speech, summed in a zero:This war-march, ushering in Bombastea muster: This entry of Tom Thumb, armed like a hero.Of all great cries eer raised oer l

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