THE THREE GEORGES.
The following two letters have reached Mr. Punch, curiously enough, by the same post. Here they are, just as they were received:—
Dear Mr. Punch,—Will you allow me, through your columns, to thank the public for the brilliant way in which they are recognising my claims to distinction? As I walk through the streets I see evidence on all hands that on Thursday night London will be ablaze with "G. M."! Permit me, Sir, thus publicly to thank a discriminating public.—Yours Egoist-ically,
G-orge M-r-d-th.
Dear Mr. Punch,—The Alderman in Art is beaten, and even the City is one continuous tribute to "G. M." Critics, envious of my Speaker reputation, may carp, and say the tribute's all gas—a half-truth, concealing truth; but the public evidently know where to look for the true critical insight. I am obliged to them, and I thank you for this opportunity of saying so.
Yours (naturally) as fresh as paint,
G-orge M-re.
Something that had been better left Unsaid. (By an ex-Old Bachelor, discontented with his condition in general, and his Mother-in-law in particular).—"I will!"