Category: Humour
|My friends,”--continued Mr. Bosky, after an approving smack of the lips, and “_Thanks_, my kind mistress! many happy returns of St. Bartlemy!” had testified the ballad-singer's hearty relish and gratitude for the refreshing draught over which he had just suspended his well-se...
|The sentinel sleeps when off his post; the Moorfields barker enjoys some interval of repose; moonshine suffers a partial eclipse on Bank holidays among the _omnium gatherem_ of...
2. CHAPTER II.|It would require a poetical imagination to paint the times when a gallant train of England's chivalry rode from the Tower Royal through Knight-rider Street and Giltspur Street...
3. CHAPTER III.|With the fullest intention to rise early the next morning, without deliberating for a mortal half-hour whether or not to turn round and take t' other nap, we retired to a tranq...
13. CHAPTER XIII.|Put out the light!” exclaimed Mr. Bonassus Bigstick, with a lugubrio-comic expression of countenance that might convulse a Trappist, to a pigeon-toed property-man and a duck-le...
6. CHAPTER VI.|The world is a stage; men and women are the players; chance composes the piece; Fortune (blind jade!) distributes the parts; the fools shift the scenery; the philosophers are t...
1. CHAPTER I.|My friends,”--continued Mr. Bosky, after an approving smack of the lips, and “_Thanks_, my kind mistress! many happy returns of St. Bartlemy!” had testified the ballad-singer's...
7. CHAPTER VII.|And so, Mr. M'Sneeshing, you never heard of the ingenious _ruse_ played off by Monsieur Scaramouch?” said the Lauréat, as he refreshed his nostrils with a parsimonious pinch fr...
10. CHAPTER X.|In the year 1776,” continued the Lauréat, “Mr. Philip Astley * transferred his equestrian troop to the 'Rounds.' To him succeeded Saunders, ** who brought forward into the 'cir...
9. CHAPTER IX.|Quite _at home_” is a comfortable phrase! A man may be in his own house, and “not at home or a hundred miles away from it, and yet “quite at home.” Quite at home” denotes absen...
12. CHAPTER XII.|A chubby young gentleman, a “little _Jack Horner_ eating his Christmas pie,” abutting from “_The Fortune of War_,” at Pie-Corner, marks the memorable spot where the Great Fire...
8. CHAPTER VIII.|And hail to the living,” exclaimed Lieutenant O'Larry, the Trim of the Cloth Quarter,--“To them give we a trophy, time enough for a tomb!” And having knocked out the ashes of h...
4. CHAPTER IV.|Had we been inclined to superstition, what a supernatural treat had been the discourse of Mr. Merripall! His tales of “goblins damned” were terrible enough to have bristled up...
5. CHAPTER V.|In the narrowest part of the narrow precincts of Cloth Fair there once stood a long, rambling, low-roofed, gable-fronted hostelrie, with carved monsters frightfully deformed, a...
11. CHAPTER XI.|Mr. Merripall, having gathered that the tale was of a ghostly character, would not suffer the candles to be snuffed, but requested his mutes to sprinkle over them a pinch or tw...