Identifier: punchv40lemo (find matches)
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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r running there wasnothing, after all, like a good three-year old. Excuse me, Sir,said a mildewy-looking youth, who had the stamp of a swindler printedon his face, with No Effects written boldly across it, but I willventure to back one of my three-months bills against it. Why, Sir,I will give you my word, I started a three-months bill not less thanfive years ago, and by Jove! it hasnt ceased running yet!—and this,Sir, in spite of its having fifty pounds to carry! I believe that at lastit will be a dead heat between that bill and Colleen Bawn—for I defyDr. Gumming himself to say which, eventually, will beat the other inrunning. A NEW USE EOR THE ATLANTIC TELEGRAPH-WIRE. Stretch it for M. Blondin to return to the United States upon. Itsthe only return the Shareholders are ever likely to get for their outlay. Postscript to a Sea-Side Letter.— The Sea is as smooth, andclear, as a looking-glass. The oysters might see to shave in it. 256 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (June 22, 1861,
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Doctor. Gout, my dear Madam,—Gout everywhere ! No Port,—No Beer. Brandy and Vichy-ivatcr only.Elderly Lady (in dismay). Thank you, Doctor j but 1 hate your Vishy- Vashy Drinks. OUR DRAMATIC CORRESPONDENT. Dear Punch, I am sure that you and I, and every lover of good acting,must rejoice that Mr. Robson has recovered from his illness, and isable once again to delight a British audience. In the present dearthof talent (protect me from a challenge for using such a phrase !) Mr.ftc-BSON is an actor who can very ill be spared, and whose place itwould at present be impossible to fill. Faults he may have, doubtless—who of us has not ?—and to those who see him often his veryeccentricity may seem mannered, if not forced. But where are we tolook for an actor to replace himP and when we lose him, will nothundreds of us much lament the gap ? When I think of all the tearsand laughs that he has won from me, I can but own his power, andaccord my thanks and praise. Few men have held their audi

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