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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 22, 1892
    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 22, 1892
    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 22, 1892
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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 22, 1892

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      Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 22, 1892 - Various Various

      The Project Gutenberg eBook, Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 22, 1892, by Various, Edited by F. C. Burnand

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      Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 22, 1892

      Author: Various

      Release Date: April 9, 2005 [eBook #15594]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI, VOL. 103, OCTOBER 22, 1892***

      E-text prepared by Malcolm Farmer, William Flis,

      and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

      PUNCH,

      OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

      Vol. 103.

      October 22, 1892.

      IN MEMORIAM.

      William Hardwick Bradbury.

      Born, Dec. 3, 1832. Died, Oct. 13, 1892.

      Large-hearted man, most loyal friend,

      Art thou too gone—too early lost?

      Our comrade true, our tireless host!

      Prompt to inspire, console, defend!

      Gone! Hearts with grateful memories stored

      Ache for thy loss round the old board.

      The well-loved board he loved so well,

      His pride, his care, his ceaseless thought;

      To him with life-long memories fraught;

      For him invested with the spell

      O'er a glad present ever cast

      By solemn shadows of the past.

      That past for him, indeed, was filled

      With a proud spirit-retinue.

      Greatness long since his guest he knew.

      Whom THACKERAY's manly tones had thrilled;

      Who heard keen JERROLD's sparkling speech,

      And marked the genial grace of LEECH.

      What changes had he known, who sat

      With our four chiefs, of each fast friend!

      And must such camaraderie end?

      Shall friendly counsel, cordial chat,

      Come nevermore again to us

      From lips with kindness tremulous?

      No more shall those blue eyes ray out

      Swift sympathy, or sudden mirth;

      That ever mobile mouth give birth

      To frolic whim, or friendly flout?

      Our hearts will miss thee to the end,

      Amphitryon generous, faithful friend!

      Miss thee? Alas! the void that's there

      No other form may hope to fill,

      For those who now with sorrow thrill

      In gazing on that vacant chair;

      Whither it seems he must return,

      For whose warm hand-clasp yet we yearn.

      Tribute to genius all may give,

      Ours is the homage of the heart;

      For a friend lost our tears will start,

      Lost to our sight, yet who shall live,

      Whilst one who knew that bold frank face

      At the old board takes the old place.

      For those, his closer kin, whose home

      Is darkened by the shadow grey,

      What can respectful love but pray

      That consolation thither come

      In that most sacred soothing guise

      Which natural sorrow sanctifies.

      Bereavement's anguish to assuage

      Is a sore task that lies beyond

      The scope of friendship or most fond

      Affection's power. Yet may this page,

      True witness of our love and grief,

      To bowed hearts bring some scant relief!

      ANECDOTAGE.

      Companion Paragraph to Stories of the same kind.

      CURRAN, the celebrated Irish Patriot, was a man of intense wit and humour. On one occasion he was discussing with RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN the possibility of combining the interests of the two countries under one Crown. It is a difficult matter to arrange, observed the brilliant author of the School for Scandal, Right you are, darlint, acquiesced CURRAN, with the least taste of a brogue. But where are ye to find the spalpeens for it? Ye may wake so poor a creature as a sow, but it takes a real gintleman to raise the rint! Then, with a twinkle in his eyes, But, for all that, ma cruiskeen, I'm not meself at all at all!

      THE LAY OF A SUCCESSFUL

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