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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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eous nomen-clator. Matrimony, of course, is her perpetual target, and if a ladydoes not hit it, she continues till domesday a Miss. The Lambeth. Catch. (Scarcely altired from Shakspearf. Under the Greenwood shedWho loves to go to bed,And tune his husky noteTo paupers coughing throat ?Come hither, come hither, come hither.Here shall he seeSuch thin SkilleeKeep body and soul together. A Thought tn the Dark.—The haunted chamber is often hungwith tapestry. Gob(e)lins of course. Printed by William Bradburv, of No. 13, Tpper Woburn Place, in the Parish of St. Pancras, in the County of Middlesex, and Frederick Mullett :E»ans, of No. 11. Bouverie Street, it( the Pecinct ofWhitefriars, City of London, Printer*, at their Office in Lombard Street, in the Precinct of WliitefrUrs, City of London, and published by them at No. oo. Fleet Street, in the Parish of St. Bride, Cityof London.—Saturday, January 27, 18G6. February 3, 1866.) PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 43 DREAMS OF THE TWO EMPERORS.
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H! cried Mks. Judy. I ve dreamt, said Mk. Punch, who wasby this time (1130 a.m., being an early riser),in his flowered dressing-gown. Dreamt that you dwelt in marble halls ? inquired Mks. Judy, yawning. No, my dear, returned her husband,seriously, sipping his early chocolate, 1 dreamtthat I met somebody else, who had also dreamt—in fact, I dreamt, continued Mr. Punch, meditatively, that he dreamt that Here he paused, and extricated himself from themeshes of his sentence. Toby sat up for toast. What did you dream ? asked Madame,becoming lazily interested. Curiosity thy name is Julia! said Mr.Punch, playfully placing a morsel of rotie onTobys nose. Toby waited for the word three. Mr. Punch forgot all about him and his toast. J dreamt, said Mr. Punch, more appa-rently as a confidence between himself and thefire-irons, than as addressing his fair spouse,that I was in Paris at the Tile-Kilns; theTuileries, Mr. Punch explained, havingbeen a place where hats, or tiles, were made,and crowns

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