Punch
It was the luncheon-hour at Lord's. Likewise it was exceeding hot, and Mr. PUNCH, after an exciting morning's cricket, was endeavouring to cool himself with an iced tankard, a puggreed "straw," and a fragrant whiff.
Of course, I should have destroyed the card at once--but I was out when it came, and MARIA read it first! What happened was a good instance of the monstrous way in which one man...
1. Part 1It was the luncheon-hour at Lord's. Likewise it was exceeding hot, and Mr. PUNCH, after an exciting morning's cricket, was endeavouring to cool himself with an iced tankard, a p...
3. Part 3"Return again _Whittington_, Pantomime of London" were the words to the chimes that on or about Boxing Day must have been ringing in the ears of Mr. Ex-Sheriff HARRIS, Knight, a...