Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, December 18, 1841 by Various
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page 55 of 56 (98%)
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If our readers want to be told what we think of this farce, they will be
disappointed; if they wish to know whether it is good or bad, witty or dull, lively or stupid--whether it ought to have been damned outright, or to supersede the Christmas pantomime--whether the actors played well or played the deuce--whether the scenery is splendid and the appointments appropriate or otherwise, they must judge for themselves by going to see it; because if we gave them our opinion they would not believe us, seeing that the author is one of our most esteemed (especially over a boiled chicken and sherry), most merry, most jolly, most clever colleagues; one, in fine, of PUNCH'S "United Service." * * * * * "I have been running ever since I was born and am not tired now"--as the brook said to Captain Barclay. "Hookey"--as the carp said, when he saw a worm at the end of a line. "_Nothing is_ certain"--as the fisherman said, when he always found it in his nets. "Brief let it be"--as the barrister said in his conference with the attorney. "He is the greatest liar on (H) earth"--as the cockney said of the lapdog he often saw lying before the fire. When is a hen most likely to hatch? When she is in earnest (her nest). |
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