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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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entleman theordinary dress alone wld : be expected to be worn. Will you oblige by stating your degree and the precise nature of your academi-cal standing. These must be a necessary preliminary to further negociation you will readilyunderstand my reason for not divulging my name at this stage. May 15, 1866. Philo-Chemious. The italics in the foregoing specimen of Philo-Chemical compositionare Philo-Chemicuss own. They seem to indicate that he really issuch an amazing Snob as to expect a gentleman and a scholar occasion-ally to act as his footman out of livery. The peculiarity of his dictionbespeaks a Snob, at any rate. It justifies the conclusion that he is amost illiterate as well as a most preposterous Snob; but his concludingreticence leaves room to doubt whether that is all and the worst weshould think of him. Meteorological Intelligence.—This May the weather has beenpeculiarly unseasonable. At Whitsuntide the wind was Easter-ly. June 2, 1866.) PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 237
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BOAT-RACE OF THE FUTURE-DRIFTING DOWN TO THE STARTING-POINT. THE VOICE OF PRUSSIAS PEOPLE. Sire, who, thy nations discontent, Didst wage a murderous war to lullBy national additament, Accounting us so basely dullThat we, of liberty bereft, Should be content to sit us downWith other slaves, made thine by theft Of provinces from Denmarks Crown : Alas, 0 King, by thy pretence Of race oppressed and German right,Deluded was our loyal sense; And we were duped the Danes to 6glit!The Highest Name, oer carnage wrought For spoil, with thanks didst thou invokeHow solemnly! We little thought How solemnly our King could joke. But there—the Danes were only Danes, Mere fellow-Christians, nothing more,Whose throats we cut, blew out their brains, Their members crushed, their vitals tore,By the strong arm to work thy will, And wrest thy neighbours land away.Must Germans also Germans kill That thou mayst keep thy stolen prey ? Thy Brother of Dahomey may, His rule a race so loyal owns,Have subjects gla

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