Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

A month hence, my Amaryllis, and we shall be wedded."
Amaryllis flung herself into his arms. "If only I am not ploughed! But, darling Strephon, I have a request to make of you. I implore you to sit in the gallery to-morrow throughout the examination, and so, looking up to your face, I shall gain fresh courage."
"Sweet, I will do so," cried Strephon. "And—you know the deaf-and-dumb alphabet, I think? If so, and an answer has slipped your memory, perhaps——"
"Nay," said Amaryllis, firmly. "'Tis unnecessary. And we must run no risks."
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

As far as human beings went, Kipper had a lofty disdain for them and their ways. He smiled contemptuously when the stagbeetle told him how the elves had stolen this cottager's milk, or robbed that verderer's garden of its gooseberries. And his sarcasm was equally pronounced when he heard how a fairy orchestra had serenaded the parson's pretty daughter on Midsummer Eve, or that some good-natured fays had collected the swarming bees of a hard-working farmer, and driven them home against the wishes of their queen.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

The great examination had begun. Ranged at the long rows of tables sat the fairest of England's maidenhood; some conning the paper with painful perplexity, while others scribbled down the answers with feverish haste, or gazed imploringly up to the gallery whence their anxious lovers regarded them. Amongst these was plainly visible the heroic form of Strephon Smith.
Seated on a daïs at the end of the room was Professor Plumboss, the chief examiner, the same who had ploughed no fewer than 5428 candidates at the last examination.
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