Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

We dash at such a rate over those portions of the Metropolis that are blessed with a wood pavement that my coachman is frequently summoned for furious driving, but we have never yet had a horse down. No sooner, however, do we get to the asphalte than all this is changed. Leaders and wheelers alike are instantly on their backs, and I have now made it a rule, the moment we come to a street paved with this dangerous and detestable composition, to put my horses inside the coach, and, with the assistance of a policeman or two, drag the vehicle to the other end myself.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Spinks (in a whisper of concentrated fury to Jarp) . Not yet; take that infernal parrot away, quick!
Jarp (loses his head; still the Butler is strong within him) . "'Er Ladyship is served!"
Spinks (aloud) . "Oh, nonsense—nonsense, man! You're an idiot. Here, take this bird, and kill it!"
Source: Gutenberg

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