Category: Humour
|Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?” was the admirable reply of Sir Toby Belch to Malvolio when he would have marred his Christmas * merrymaking with Sir Andrew and the Clown. And how beautiful is Olivia's reply to the self-same pre...
|A merry morning, Eugenio. Did not soft slumbers and pleasant dreams follow the heart-stirring lucubrations of Uncle Timothy? I am mistaken if you rose not lighter and happier,...
3. CHAPTER III.|The Genius of Mirth never hit upon a happier subject than the humours of Cockneyland. “Man made the town and a pretty sample it is of the maker! Behind or before the counter, a...
14. CHAPTER XIV.The learned need not be told that a fair was originally a market for the purchase and sale of all sorts of commodities; and what care the unlearned for its derivation? For them...
2. CHAPTER II.'Tis Flora's holiday, and in ancient times the goddess kept it with joyous festivity. Ah! those ancient times, they are food for melancholy. Yet may melancholy be made to “disco...
11. CHAPTER XI.|Railly, Master Jackimo, I'm quite ashamed on your laziness! you only gits up to lie down, and only lies down to git up! and, instead of making your bow to the ladies and gentle...
5. CHAPTER V.|Southwark Fair ranked next to St. Bartholomew, and comprehended all the attractions for which its rival on the other side of the water was so famous. On the 13th day of Septemb...
1. CHAPTER I.|Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?” was the admirable reply of Sir Toby Belch to Malvolio when he would have marred his Christmas *...
9. CHAPTER IX.|Gentle Reader! we promised thee at the outset of our journey pleasant companions by the way, and as an earnest of that promise, we have introduced Benjamin Bosky and Uncle Tim....
7. CHAPTER VII.|Methinks, Benjamin,” said Uncle Timothy to the lauréat of Little Britain, as they sat _tête-à-tête_ at breakfast on the morning after the adventure of the old harper,--“methink...
10. CHAPTER X.|Give me a woman as old as Hecuba, or as ugly as Caifacaratadaddera, rather than Mrs. Flumgarten! Were the annoyance confined to _herself_, I should cry, 'Content,'--for she who...
12. CHAPTER XII.|Uncle Timothy was an excursive talker and walker. He had no set phrases; nothing ready-cut and dried (which is often _very dry_) for formal intellectual displays. When he rose...
13. CHAPTER XIII.“In sooth, Brother Stiflegig,” replied the comical coffin-maker to his inquiring mute, whose hollow laugh sounded like a double knock; “and the merry monk is no more to be blame...
6. CHAPTER VI.|And now, Eugenio, ere we cross the ferry, and mingle with the 'roaring boyes and swashbucklers' of St. Bartholomew, let us halt at the _Tabard_, and snatch a brief association...
8. CHAPTER VIII.|The Lauréat of Little Britain was now left at liberty to follow his daily avocations; but that liberty was no guarantee that he would follow them; except, as some folks follow...