Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete eBook

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else.  Is seated straddling across one of the tables, on which he is beating time to the band with a hooky stick.  Will not allow the state of his pulse to be ascertained, but says we may feel his fist if we like.
Eleven.—­Considerable difficulty experienced in getting the patient to the railroad, but we at last succeeded.  After telling every one in the carriage “that he wasn’t afraid of any of them,” he fell into a deep stertorous sleep.  On arriving at home, he got into bed with his boots on, and passed a restless night, turning out twice to drink water between one and four.
JUNE.—­10, A.M.—­Has just returned from his office, his employer thinking him very unfit for work, and desiring him to lay up for a day or two.  Complains of being “jolly seedy,” and thinks he shall go to Greenwich again to get all right.

A thrilling paper upon the “Philosophy of death,” was then read by Professor Wynne Slow.  After tracing the origin of that fatal attack, which it appears the earliest nations were subject to, the learned author showed profound research in bringing forward the various terms applied to the act of dying by popular authors.  Amongst the principal, he enumerated “turning your toes up,” “kicking the bucket,” “putting up your spoon,” “slipping your wind,” “booking your place,” “breaking your bellows,” “shutting up your shop,” and other phrases full of expression.

The last moments of remarkable characters were especially dwelt upon, in connexion, more especially, with the drama, which gives us the best examples, from its holding a mirror up to nature.  It appeared that at Astley’s late amphitheatre, the dying men generally shuffled about a great deal in the sawdust, fighting on their knees, and showing great determination to the last, until life gave way; that at the Adelphi the expiring character more frequently saw imaginary demons waiting for him, and fell down, uttering “Off, fiends!  I come to join you in your world of flames!” and that clowns and pantaloons always gave up the ghost with heart-rending screams and contortions of visage, as their deaths were generally violent, from being sawn in half, having holes drilled in them with enormous gimlets, or being shot out of cannon; but that, at the same time, these deaths were not permanent.

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FOREIGN INTELLIGENCE.

Our foreign expresses have reached us via Billingsgate, and are full of interesting matter.  Captain Fitz-Flammer is in prison at Boulogne, for some trifling misunderstanding with a native butcher, about the settlement of an account; but we trust no time will be lost by our government in demanding his release at the hands of the authorities.  The attempt to make it a private question is absurd; and every Englishman’s blood will simmer, if it does not actually boil, at the intelligence. 

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