Caricatures and cartoons -- Great Britain; English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial
"A bad day's work, Mr. Bond, but we can't expect no otherwise now," said
he of the once "palmy" Exquisite, yet looking more cheerful than might
have been expected.
"A sad change, Mr. Banks. Why, that 'ere near leader looks as if it
hadn't strength to draw your hat off."
"You're about right there, Mr. Bond, but,"--and here the flash of humour
of brighter days lit up the features of Mr. Banks,--"but do you know what
the Tories are going to do with us old coachmen?"
Mr. Bond shook his head, and murmured--"Not I!"
"Well, then, I'll tell you, Mr. Bond: they're agoing to plant us for
milestones along the railroad."
Another fit of laughter came on, and it was with difficulty that Mr. Bond
could articulate, "Good bye! good bye!" as we drove on our course to
Bristol.
[Illustration]
FOOTNOTE:
[Footnote 15: Not long since a man, heedless or drunk, fell asleep upon
a railroad; the train arrived, and literally cut him to pieces. "I
suppose, sir, we had better _get the man together_?" said a labourer,
soon after the accident had occurred. "By all means," answered he in
authority. Death is but death, we allow; but death by the railroad is
not only wholesale but frightfully terrific. To avoid the chance of such
accidents, when possible, is an imperative duty, and every road which
crosses a _railroad_ should be _over or under it_. We need only refer to
two recent accidents caused by the want of such prevention.]
ANOTHER CURIOSITY OF LITERATURE.
The Knocker aches with motion; day by day
The door groans on with hard and desperate knocks;
Duns--gentle, fervent, furious--come in flocks;
And still they press, and still they go away,
And call again, and saunter off, or stay;
Duns of all shapes--the goose, the wolf, the fox--
All punctual by their several parish-clocks:
And still the answer is the same--no pay!
Alas! that house one penny doth not hold,--
One farthing were not found, on hands and knees,
No, not a doit, in all its crevices;
Yet sits the Inmate, cramp'd, and lean, and cold,
Writing a pamphlet;--and its title? "_Gold!_
Or, England's Debt paid off with perfect ease."
A HORRIBLE PASSAGE IN MY EARLY LIFE.
"Make the most of your school-days, my lad; they'll be the happiest of
your life!"
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