Caricatures and cartoons -- Great Britain; English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial
When a very young man, I was rather _short-sighted_, in more senses than
one; but weak eyes I never had. The blessing of a strong and healthy
vision has been mine from birth; and at any period of time since that
event took place, I have been able, even with one eye, to see very
clearly through a millstone, upon merely applying the single optic,
right or left, to the centrical orifice perforated therein. But for the
imputation of weakness in that particular, I never should have boasted
of my capital eye; especially (as an aged punster suggests) when I am
compelled to use the capital I so often in this article.
(3.) "The gallery in which George first studied his art, was,
if the statement of the author of 'Three Courses and a Dessert'
may be depended on, the tap-room of a low public-house, in the
dark, dirty, narrow lanes which branch off from one of the great
thoroughfares towards the Thames. And where could he have found a
more fitting place? where could he have met with more appropriate
characters?--for the house was frequented, to the exclusion
of everybody else, by Irish coal-heavers, hodmen, dustmen,
scavengers, and so forth!"
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I shall mention, _en passant_, that there are _no_ Irish coal-heavers:
I may mention, too, that the statement of the author adverted to is not
to be depended on; were he living, I should show why. And now to the
scene of my so-called "first studies." There was, in the neighbourhood
in which I resided, a low public-house; it has since degenerated into
a gin-palace. It was frequented by coal-heavers only, and it stood
in Wilderness-lane, (I like to be particular,) between Primrose-hill
and Dorset-street, Salisbury-square, Fleet-street. To this house of
inelegant resort, (the sign was startling, the "Lion in the Wood,")
which I regularly passed in my way to and from the Temple, my attention
was one night especially attracted, by the sounds of a fiddle, together
with other indications of festivity; when, glancing towards the tap-room
window, I could plainly discern a small bust of Shakspeare placed over
the chimney-piece, with a short pipe stuck in its mouth, thus--
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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