Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, May 2, 1891
I know not how that Dustman stirred my ire:
He may have failed to call when due: but he—
My breast being charged with economic fire,—
Was mulcted of his customary fee.
I was informed, at first he did not seem
To grasp the cruel sense of what he heard,
But asked, Wot's this 'ere game? as if some dream
Of evil portents all his pulses stirred;
Then, muttering, he turned, and went his way
Dejected, broken! I had stopped his beer!
Ah! from that Dustman who, alas! can say
Various
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Vol. 100.
May 2, 1891.
SONGS OF THE UN-SENTIMENTALIST.
A DUSTMAN'S SILENT TEAR.
LEAVES FROM A CANDIDATE'S DIARY.
[CONTINUED.]
NOTHING LIKE DISCIPLINE!
THE GARDEN OF SLEEP;
WANTED—A LOCAL HABITATION.
SOMEBODY'S LUGGAGE.
Mr. Herkomer and Mr. Pennell.
MR. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN.
No. III.—HEDDA GABLER.
CAN A MAN IMPRISON HIS WIFE?
OPERATIC NOTES.
TO MISS ALICE ATHERTON AT THE STRAND THEATRE.
WHAT OUR FIN-DE-SIÈCLISTS ARE GROWING TO.
HYMEN AND CUPID.
A BACONIAN THEORY;
OR, TRYING IT ON.
A DISCLAIMER.
HYMEN, FIN DE SIÈCLE.
HELMUTH KARL BERNHARD VON MOLTKE.
A PROP OF THE DRAMA.
ROBERT AT THE CHILDREN'S FANCY BALL.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
UPON AFRIC'S SHORE;
OR, THE BATTLE OF THE HEROES.
IBSEN IN BRIXTON.
THE PARTY PETER BELL.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.