Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 8, 1892

SCENE— A Public Hall in a provincial town. The Hypnotist—a tall, graceful, and handsome young man, in well-fitting evening clothes—has already succeeded in putting most of his subjects to sleep, and is going round and inspecting them critically, as they droop limply on a semicircle of chairs, in a variety of unpicturesque attitudes. The only Lady on the platform is evidently as yet in full possession of her senses.
First Female Spectator ( to Second ). MARIA MANGLES do take a time sending off, don't she?
Second F.S. ( also a friend of Miss MANGLES). Yes, that she do—it gives her such a silly look, sitting there, the on'y one with her senses about her!
First F.S. It's all affectation—she could shut her eyes fast enough if she liked !
Second F.S. The 'Ipnotiser's coming round to her now—she'll have to go off now. ( With a not unpleasurable anticipation .) I expect he'll make her do all manner o' ridic'lous things!
First F.S. Well, it will be a lesson, to her against making' herself so conspicuous another time. I shan't pity her.
The Hyp. ( after a brief colloquy with Miss MANGLES). I see I am not likely to succeed with this Lady; so, with many thanks to her on behalf of myself and the audience for coming forward, I will detain her no longer.
First F.S. ( disappointed ). I don't see what she's done to clap their hands about, myself!
Second F.S. Nor I neither—taking up his time all for nothing—depend upon it she wouldn't have gone up if he hadn't been so nice-looking!
First F.S. I wouldn't like to think that of her myself; but, anyhow, she didn't get much by it, did she? He soon sent her packing!
Male Spectator ( to a Woman in front of him ). Evening, Mrs. MIDGELLY—I see they've got your good man up on the platform.