Punch . en at each sitting. If I were the Bishop of London, out of the fund with which hisname will be imperishably associated, in every district containing aPeabody block of buildings, or dwellings for the poor, such as Alder-man Waterlow understands how to build, I would provide a workingClergyman; sure that he would find eager listeners in men and women,translated from styes of filth and disease, and degradation, to homesabounding in cleanliness, and health, and comfort, through the directbounty or beneficent example of the man who has arisen to the rescueand deliverance of the poor of Lond
Punch . en at each sitting. If I were the Bishop of London, out of the fund with which hisname will be imperishably associated, in every district containing aPeabody block of buildings, or dwellings for the poor, such as Alder-man Waterlow understands how to build, I would provide a workingClergyman; sure that he would find eager listeners in men and women,translated from styes of filth and disease, and degradation, to homesabounding in cleanliness, and health, and comfort, through the directbounty or beneficent example of the man who has arisen to the rescueand deliverance of the poor of London—George Peabody. Perhaps the best commemoration of their benefactor by the Peabodysettlements would be a days holiday in the country every summer, onhis birthday, if it falls in one of the leafy months. A London Correspondent. SEE WHAT IT IS TO BE A CLASSIC WIT. Why is a Greek scholar like a brave warrior ?Because he makes light of his <£«s. 84 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [February 24, STIRRING INCIDENT OF MODERN LIFE. Last Saturday, Mr. B n happened to make a morning call on Mrs. S th, a lady living near Portman Square. During his visit, Mrs. S th went into another part of the house, to fetch the last number of Punch, leaving him alone in the dining-room with Cicely, her daughter, a person of determined appearance, who suddenly said, Pease, Mr. B N, wipe poor Cissys nose ! * Nobody was within call—the danger was imminent. Mr. B n did not, however, lose all presence of mind. It appears he rarely, if ever, stirs from home without a pocket-handkerchief, concealed somewhere about his person—a wise precaution at this time of the year. Fixing his eye on the young lady, he cautiously drew it from his pocket, and then but we will not harrow the feelings of the unmarried reader with a detailed account of what followed. Mr. B n is only four-and-twenty, and of active rather than powerful build. We hear that his daring act will shortly be rewarded by the hand and h
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