The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 5: The London Punch Letters — John Shaqi
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 5: The London Punch LettersWard, Artemus
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The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 5: The London Punch Letters
Ward, Artemus
American wit and humor
Indeed, he was quite right. Tho' so long ago all these drefful
things happened, I was very glad to git away from this gloomy
room, and go where the rich and sparklin Crown Jewils is kept. I
was so pleased with the Queen's Crown, that it occurd to me what
a agree'ble surprise it would be to send a sim'lar one home to my
wife; and I asked the Warder what was the vally of a good,
well-constructed Crown like that. He told me, but on cypherin up
with a pencil the amount of funs I have in the Jint Stock Bank, I
conclooded I'd send her a genteel silver watch instid.
And so I left the Tower. It is a solid and commandin edifis, but
I deny that it is cheerful. I bid it adoo without a pang.
I was droven to my hotel by the most melancholly driver of a
four-wheeler that I ever saw. He heaved a deep sigh as I gave
him two shillings.
"I'll give you six d.'s more," I said, "if it hurts you so."
"It isn't that," he said, with a hart-rendin groan, "it's only a
way I have. My mind's upset to-day. I at one time tho't I'd
drive you into the Thames. I've been readin in all the daily
papers to try and understand about Governor Ayre, and my mind is
totterin. It's really wonderful I didn't drive you into the
Thames."
I asked the onhappy man what his number was, so I could redily
find him in case I should want him agin, and bad him good-bye.
And then I tho't what a frollicksome day I'd made of it.
Respectably, &c.
Artemus Ward.
5.7. SCIENCE AND NATURAL HISTORY.
MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,--I was a little disapinted in not
receivin a invitation to jine in the meetins of the Social
Science Congress.
I don't exackly see how they go on without me.
I hope it wasn't the intentions of the Sciencers to exclood me
from their deliberations.
Let it pars. I do not repine. Let us remember Homer. Twenty
cities claim Homer dead, thro' which the livin Mr. Homer couldn't
have got trusted for a sandwich and a glass of bitter beer, or
words to that effect.
But perhaps it was a oversight. Certinly I have been hospitably
rec'd in this country. Hospitality has been pored all over me.
At Liverpool I was asked to walk all over the docks, which are
nine miles along; and I don't remember a instance since my 'rival
in London of my gettin into a cab without a Briton comin and
perlitly shuttin the door for me, and then extendin his open hand
to'ards me, in the most frenly manner possible. Does he not, by
this simple yit tuchin gesture, welcum me to England? Doesn't
he? Oh yes--I guess he doesn't he. And it's quite right among
two great countries which speak the same langwidge, except as
regards H's. And I've been allowed to walk round all the
streets. Even at Buckinham Pallis, I told a guard I wanted to
walk round there, and he said I could walk round there. I
ascertained subsequent that he referd to the sidewalk instid of
the Pallis--but I couldn't doubt his hospital feelins.
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