Punch's Letters to His Son : Punch's Complete Letterwriter : And Sketches of the English
Punch's Letters to His Son : Punch's Complete Letterwriter : And Sketches of the English
Jerrold, Douglas William, 1803-1857
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They never think of us in the long winter nights, when they are playing at cards, or chatting with folks who've dropped in — ^they never think of us, all alone as we are, without a soul to tapeak to 1 No ; we must have no followers, though, perhaps, the parlour's ringing again with laughter ; and our only chance of opening our lips is the chance of being sent out to get oysters for the company. * However, dear Molly, write me all you know about the character of Mrs. Squaw : if she's sober, and ...gives civil words and regular wages to her servants, I don't mind having h^ for a mistress, until the sweet day arrives when I become a soldier's wedded lady. Till then, BeHeve me, your friend and old fellow-servant, B&iDom DusTSR. 96 PUNCH'S COMPLETE LETTER WRITER. LETTER m. FROIC A GEirrLEMAN TO A FRIEND, SOLICITINQ HIS ACCEPTANCE and" BOND. Mt dear Richards, — In this our fleeting life, how few are the opportunities afforded us of really testing the hearts of our friends ! Sorry, indeed, should I be for my own nature, were I of the barren creed of those who, from the depths of their would- be wisdom, smile knowingly at friendship, as though, like the word phoenix, it spoke of something very fine, but very fabulous: a spicy monster, building in the clouds, and never known to descend upon our earth.
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