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December 23, 1876.] punch, or the london charivari. 279
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and a Sumptuary Act will probably be called for, limiting the con-
sumption to half a one per head when served at public dinners.
A Chinamaniac has petitioned the Chancellor of the Exchequer
that the tax of a strait-waistcoat shall be laid, by Government, upon
all buyers of old porcelain.
At a Meeting of Dramatic Managers, which is appointed to be
held in the middle of next week, it will be proposed that, in the
interests of the Drama, and to meet the need of playgoers who
reside in London, no piece will be permitted to run without a change
for more than thirty nights.
A startling story has been circulated by some members of the
Ladies' Club, that a Cook has condescended to accept a situation
where no Kitchen-maid is kept, on condition that a carriage is pro-
vided to take her to early service on Sundays.
MR. PUNCH'S CHRISTMAS NUMBER FOR 1876.
(In the festive style which seems appropriate to the season.)
Chapter I.—The Infant Ghost!
Again the weird creature crept through the long lone walk of
Ghastley Grange!
Lady Laura and her companion started from the tree (behind
which they had been hiding in very terror), and pointed at the
spectre as, slowly and surely, it crept along. It was a moment full
of horror for both. Albert had been pleading his suit with all the
impassioned eloquence of a young barrister fresh from the Old
Bailey, and she had been listening to him. And now they were
interrupted. Here, alone in the moonlight, they thought themselves
safe from intrusion, and they were wrong. A creature as unsub-
stantial as the air, as awful as the Unknown, was creeping, crawling
through the long, lone walk.
" What is it ? " asked Albert, for the fourth time.
Lady Laura gave a great shudder, and clung to her companion's
shoulder with renewed energy. Then came a frightened whisper. _
"It is the Bane of our Lace. The villagers over yonder call it
the ' Infant Ghost' ! "
And then Albert noticed that the apparition was crawling on all-
fours.
" We both have seen it," murmured Lady Laura, trembling with
terror, " and now you must know all. It is I, the girl who loves
you, the woman who would go through fire and water to save you a
moment's pain, who must tell you this—a story that will rob you of
all your joy, turn you from the gayest of the gay into the gravest
of the grave : a story that will steal from you your peace of mind,
and make you prematurely old."
" What is this story P " he asked, impatiently.
" The story of the Infant Ghost. You must know, then, that"-
and here she paused. She pressed her hand to her heart, gave a
heavy sigh, and died.
Chapter II.—The Fatal Telegram !
Christmas Eve ! A grand old castle, ruby with red berries, and
covered with mistletoe. The armoured figures reflected back the
glare of the Yule-logs as they burned brightly in half a score of
wainscoted rooms. Everybody was smiling. Even the old portraits
of the family of Fitz-Brownsmith seemed to laugh fitfully as the
firelight illumined them,
The Earl was holding high revel in the Hall. Scores of guests sat
at the festive board, toying with the dessert, and drinking bumpers
to every newly-proposed toast. Only one of all that gallant com-
pany was pale, only one had eyes starting out of his head, only one
had hair rising from the roots in abject terror. That one was
Albebt be Pentonville, or, as he must now be called, "the Lost
One." The death of Lady Laura had greatly annoyed him.
The Earl was on his feet. He looked proudly at a picture behind
him, representing a Patriarch leaving an Ark. It was the portrait
of the Pounder of the Family of Fitz-Brownsmith.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," cried the jovial Earl, and his cheery
voice rang merrily through the vaulted halls, "I have one more
toast to propose—one that will make you leap to your feet and
cheer with all your might. Need I say that 1 propose the health
of-"
But the sentence was never finished. At this moment a telegram
was thrust into the Earl's hands. To tear it open, read it, and turn
as white as a sheet was the work of a moment. The enraged noble-
man threw the paper into the fire, and, trembling with passion,
approached Albert.
" Scoundrel! " he cried, and then turned to the Armoury.
But before the infuriated Earl could seize a battle-axe, Albert
had quitted the apartment.
Chapter III.—The Secret Treasure of Heidelberg Castle.
" We shall be Princes after this night's adventure," said Carl to
Albert, as they climbed up the hill towards the Castle;
FOR CHRISTMAS PARTIES;
RACEERS to be Ld 0$
at intervals during
~>c$srrt.
s have
— o
6
purchase of TeiE
Museum. E-^
A whisper ha -
on and after tl — "^T
running JNorthw E oo ^
and BefreshmeiE
In Fashionabz: *mm>
"Wider." HeE"
Long." — n
A Company h -
sive vein of coa ^_
Vesuvius. E
An influentiaE-^
the Home Secbj -
a Bill, to prohil E-
the inmates of c E v_
It has been — _
that a decrease — fjj
O
O
co
08
3 §, ST using
_ q ) from
It is predicted E w —- birth
of the nextcerr =— q ■■■■■■ )iece,
and a Sumptuary Act will probably be called for, limiting the con-
sumption to half a one per head when served at public dinners.
A Chinamaniac has petitioned the Chancellor of the Exchequer
that the tax of a strait-waistcoat shall be laid, by Government, upon
all buyers of old porcelain.
At a Meeting of Dramatic Managers, which is appointed to be
held in the middle of next week, it will be proposed that, in the
interests of the Drama, and to meet the need of playgoers who
reside in London, no piece will be permitted to run without a change
for more than thirty nights.
A startling story has been circulated by some members of the
Ladies' Club, that a Cook has condescended to accept a situation
where no Kitchen-maid is kept, on condition that a carriage is pro-
vided to take her to early service on Sundays.
MR. PUNCH'S CHRISTMAS NUMBER FOR 1876.
(In the festive style which seems appropriate to the season.)
Chapter I.—The Infant Ghost!
Again the weird creature crept through the long lone walk of
Ghastley Grange!
Lady Laura and her companion started from the tree (behind
which they had been hiding in very terror), and pointed at the
spectre as, slowly and surely, it crept along. It was a moment full
of horror for both. Albert had been pleading his suit with all the
impassioned eloquence of a young barrister fresh from the Old
Bailey, and she had been listening to him. And now they were
interrupted. Here, alone in the moonlight, they thought themselves
safe from intrusion, and they were wrong. A creature as unsub-
stantial as the air, as awful as the Unknown, was creeping, crawling
through the long, lone walk.
" What is it ? " asked Albert, for the fourth time.
Lady Laura gave a great shudder, and clung to her companion's
shoulder with renewed energy. Then came a frightened whisper. _
"It is the Bane of our Lace. The villagers over yonder call it
the ' Infant Ghost' ! "
And then Albert noticed that the apparition was crawling on all-
fours.
" We both have seen it," murmured Lady Laura, trembling with
terror, " and now you must know all. It is I, the girl who loves
you, the woman who would go through fire and water to save you a
moment's pain, who must tell you this—a story that will rob you of
all your joy, turn you from the gayest of the gay into the gravest
of the grave : a story that will steal from you your peace of mind,
and make you prematurely old."
" What is this story P " he asked, impatiently.
" The story of the Infant Ghost. You must know, then, that"-
and here she paused. She pressed her hand to her heart, gave a
heavy sigh, and died.
Chapter II.—The Fatal Telegram !
Christmas Eve ! A grand old castle, ruby with red berries, and
covered with mistletoe. The armoured figures reflected back the
glare of the Yule-logs as they burned brightly in half a score of
wainscoted rooms. Everybody was smiling. Even the old portraits
of the family of Fitz-Brownsmith seemed to laugh fitfully as the
firelight illumined them,
The Earl was holding high revel in the Hall. Scores of guests sat
at the festive board, toying with the dessert, and drinking bumpers
to every newly-proposed toast. Only one of all that gallant com-
pany was pale, only one had eyes starting out of his head, only one
had hair rising from the roots in abject terror. That one was
Albebt be Pentonville, or, as he must now be called, "the Lost
One." The death of Lady Laura had greatly annoyed him.
The Earl was on his feet. He looked proudly at a picture behind
him, representing a Patriarch leaving an Ark. It was the portrait
of the Pounder of the Family of Fitz-Brownsmith.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," cried the jovial Earl, and his cheery
voice rang merrily through the vaulted halls, "I have one more
toast to propose—one that will make you leap to your feet and
cheer with all your might. Need I say that 1 propose the health
of-"
But the sentence was never finished. At this moment a telegram
was thrust into the Earl's hands. To tear it open, read it, and turn
as white as a sheet was the work of a moment. The enraged noble-
man threw the paper into the fire, and, trembling with passion,
approached Albert.
" Scoundrel! " he cried, and then turned to the Armoury.
But before the infuriated Earl could seize a battle-axe, Albert
had quitted the apartment.
Chapter III.—The Secret Treasure of Heidelberg Castle.
" We shall be Princes after this night's adventure," said Carl to
Albert, as they climbed up the hill towards the Castle;