Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

HEDDA sits in a chair in the front room, and a little later BRACK crosses over to her.
Hedda (in a low tone) . Oh, Judge, what a relief to know that everything—including LÖVBORG'S pistol—went off so well! In the breast! Isn't there a veil of unintentional beauty in that? Such an act of voluntary courage, too!
Brack (smiles) . Hm!—perhaps, dear Mrs. HEDDA—
Hedda (enthusiastically) . But wasn't it sweet of him! To have the courage to live his own life after his own fashion—to break away from the banquet of life—so early and so drunk!
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Keeping the best for the last, the Scribe and the Artist now entered the model of the Victory—a really admirable exhibition. There they saw before them the old battle-ship with its full equipment, as it was in the days of NELSON—when that deathless hero expected every Englishman (not excluding even those passing the Custom House—as the Committee would say) "to do his duty." To make the illusion complete, the great sea-captain was observed dying in the cook-pit in the agonies of wax. And to think that this work was executed by a firm of house-decorators!
Source: Gutenberg

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