Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Sir Peter was entranced. That was his doing! He gazed with pride upon the new absolved from sin. He asked, “Are you not more comfortable?”All vice had gone, save one—the young man answered “Yes,” and lied.“Then, sir, go home.”“The barber,” muttered “soft Roe” in as soft a voice.“What of him?”“Wants a shillin’.”“There it is,” exclaimed the Augustine Peter, “there, from my own pocket, paid with pleasure to preserve that youth from the evil influence of too much hair—I’ll pay for all the City if they like—and banished suicide, and I’ll pretty soon see if I can’t settle all the City crops. ”
