Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, November 20, 1841 by Various
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A CELESTIAL CON. Why is wit like a Chinese lady's foot?--Because brevity is the _sole_ of it! * * * * * THE PRINCE OF WALES.--HIS FUTURE TIMES. A private letter from Hanover states that, precisely at twelve minutes to eleven in the morning on the ninth of the present November, his Majesty King ERNEST was suddenly attacked by a violent fit of blue devils. All the court doctors were immediately summoned, and as immediately dismissed, by his Majesty, who sent for the Wizard of the North (recently appointed royal astrologer), to divine the mysterious cause of this so sudden melancholy. In a trice the mystery was solved--Queen Victoria "was happily delivered of a Prince!" His Majesty was immediately assisted to his chamber--put to bed--the curtains drawn--all the royal household ordered to wear list slippers--the one knocker to the palace was carefully tied up--and (on the departure of our courier) half a load of straw was already deposited beneath the window of the royal chamber. The sentinels on duty were prohibited from even sneezing, under pain of death, and all things in and about the palace, to use a bran new simile, were silent as the grave! "Whilst there was only the Princess Royal there were many hopes. There was hope from severe teething--hope from measles--hope from hooping-cough--but with the addition of a Prince of Wales, the hopes of Hanover are below par." But we pause. We will no further invade the sanctity of the sorrows |
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