Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, November 6, 1841,Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, November 6, 1841,
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
At this moment, it is said, Sir ROBERT is studying what taxes he can best
lay upon the people. We confess to the difficulty of the case. At this
moment there is scarcely a feather so light, the addition of which will
not crack the camel's back. No; Sir ROBERT will come to the Whig measures
of relief, having so disguised them as, like _Plagiary's_ metaphors, to
make them pass for his own. The object of himself and party is, however,
attained. He has juggled himself into place. With the genius of his former
existence, as TEUFELSKOPF, the Premier has shuffled himself into
Downing-street; and there he will leave nothing untried that he may
remain. "If Cato gets drunk, then is drunkenness no shame"--"If Sir ROBERT
PEEL alter the Corn-laws, then is it proper that the Corn-laws should be
changed." This will be the cry of the Conservatives; and we shall see men,
who before would have vowed themselves to slow starvation before they
would admit an ear of wheat from Poland or Egypt, vote for a sliding-scale
or no scale at all, as their places and the strength of their party may be
best assured.
Doctor VON TEUFELSKOPF for years of his life was wont to eat fire and
swallow a sword. We shall see how once more Sir ROBERT PEEL will eat his
own principles--swallow his own words. When men call this apostacy, the
Doctor will blandly smile, and denominate it a sacrifice to public
opinion. We have no doubt that, as long as he can, the Premier will put
off the remedy; he will try this and that; but at length public opinion
will compel him to cast aside his own nostrums and use RUSSELL'S--_bread
pills_!
Q.
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EPIGRAMS ON A LOUD AND SILLY TALKER.
If it be true man's tongue is like a steed,
Which bears his mind,--why then, none wonder need,
That Timlin's tongue can run at such a rate,
Because it only carries--feather weight.
* * * * *
When Timlin speaks, his voice so shrill and loud
Fills with amazement all the list'ning crowd;
But soon the wonder ceases, when 'tis found
That empty vessels make the greatest sound.
* * * * *
PUNCH'S PENCILLINGS.--No. XVII.
[Illustration: SIR ROBERT MACAIRE
ENDEAVOURING TO DO AN EXCHEQUER BILL.]
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THE PHYSIOLOGY OF THE LONDON MEDICAL STUDENT.
6.--OF THE GRINDER AND HIS CLASS.
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