Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

To Brunette. Brunette, my love, I know such a pretty game we'll play at—
Poor Timburina's ill, and the seaside she ought to stay at.
(The Serpentine's the seaside, let's pretend,)
And you shall take her there— (hypocritically) —you're such a friend!
Br. (with simplicity) . Oh, yes, that will be splendid, Blanchidine,
And then we can go and have a dip in a bathing-machine!
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

These rival establishments only do harm to one another, spoil the public by indulging their taste for magnificent spectacle, increasing in gorgeousness every year, until true Pantomime will be overlaid with jewelled armour, crushed under velvet and gold, and be lying helpless under the weight of its own gorgeosity.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Combination step-dance, during which both watch their feet with an air of detached and slightly amused interest, as if they belonged to some other persons.
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack, clickity, clickity, clickity-clack; clackity-clickity, clickity-clackity, clackity-clickity-clack!
Source: Gutenberg

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