Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, November 6, 1841, eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 58 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, November 6, 1841,.

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November, that month of fires, fogs, felo de ses, and Fawkes, has been ushered in with becoming ceremony at the Tower and at various other parts of the metropolis.  In vain has an Act of Parliament been passed for the suppression of bonfires—­November asserts her rights, and will have her modicum of “flare up” in spite of the law; but with the trickery of an Old Bailey barrister she has thrown the onus upon October.  Nor is this all!  Like a traitorous Eccalobeion she has already hatched several conspiracies, as though everybody now thought of getting rid of others or themselves.

The Right Hon. Spring-heel Rice Baron Jamescrow, commonly known as the Lord Monteagle, has, like his historical synonym, been favoured with a communication which being considerably beyond his own comprehension, he has in a laudable spirit submitted it to Punch—­an evidence of wisdom which we really did not expect from our friend Baron Jamescrow.

We subjoin the introductory epistle—­

DEAR PUNCH,—­I hasten to forward you the awful letter enclosed—­we are all abroad here concerning it—­by the bye, how are you all at home—­to say the least, it certainly does look very ugly.  Mrs. P., I hope, has improved in appearance.  Something terrible is evidently about to happen.  I intend to pay you a visit shortly.  I trust we may not have to encounter any more Guys—­you may expect to see me on my Friday.  I can only add my prayers for the nation’s safety and my compliments to Mrs. Punch and the young P.s.

    Yours ever,


    P.S.  Let me have your advice and your last Number immediately I
    have made a few notes, and paid the postage.

The following is the letter referred to by the Baron Jamescrow:—­

MY LORD,—­Being known to some of your friends I would advise you, as you tender your peace and quiet, to devise some excuse to shift off your attendance at your house (clearly the House of Lords—­Monteagle), for fire and brimstone have united to destroy the enemies of man (evidently gunpowder, lucifer-matches, and the Peers—­Monteagle).  Think not lightly of my advertisement (see Dispatch), but retire yourself in the country (I should think I would—­Monteagle), where you may abide in safety; for though there be no appearance of any punae; (what the deuce does this mean?  Puny’s little—­Monteagle), yet they will receive a terrible blow-up (By punae he means members of Parliament, and he is another Guy!—­Monteagle); yet they shall not see who hurts them, though the place shall be purified and the enemy completely destroyed.

    I am, your Lordship’s servant,

    and destroyer to her Majesty and the two Houses of Parliament.

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