Giles's--from the House of Commons to the
House of Correction. Well, do you accept my list?
PEEL.--Excuse me, my dear Punch, I must first try my own; when if that
fails--
PUNCH.--You'll try mine? That's a bargain.
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PUNCH'S PENCILLINGS.--No. III.
[Illustration: THE EVENING PARTY.
PREPARATION. DECORATION.
REALIZATION. TERMINATION.]
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A FAIR OFFER
In compliance with my usual practice, I send you this letter, containing a
trifling biographical sketch, and an offer of my literary services. I don't
suppose you will accept them, treating me as for forty-three years past all
the journals of this empire have done; for I have offered my contributions
to them all--all. It was in the year 1798, that escaping from a French
prison (that of Toulon, where I had been condemned to the hulks for
forgery)--I say, from a French prison, but to find myself incarcerated in
an English dungeon (fraudulent bankruptcy, implicated in swindling
transactions, falsification of accounts, and contempt of court), I began to
amuse my hours of imprisonment by literary composition.
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