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The rhyme of sir Launcelot Bogle.

From The book of ballads, edited by Bon Gaultier (William Edmonstoune Aytoun and Sir Theodore Martin), and illustrated by Alfred Crowquill (Alfred Henry Forrester), John Leech, Richard Doyle, Edinburgh, London, 1870.

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The rhyme of sir Launcelot Bogle.

From The book of ballads, edited by Bon Gaultier (William Edmonstoune Aytoun and Sir Theodore Martin), and illustrated by Alfred Crowquill (Alfred Henry Forrester), John Leech, Richard Doyle, Edinburgh, London, 1870.

(Source: archive.org)

Sunday, September 21, 2014
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Frontispiece from The book of ballads, edited by Bon Gaultier (William Edmonstoune Aytoun and Sir Theodore Martin) and illustrated by Alfred Crowquill (Alfred Henry Forrester), John Leech, Richard Doyle,  Edinburgh, London, 1870.

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Frontispiece from The book of ballads, edited by Bon Gaultier (William Edmonstoune Aytoun and Sir Theodore Martin) and illustrated by Alfred Crowquill (Alfred Henry Forrester), John Leech, Richard Doyle, Edinburgh, London, 1870.

(Source: archive.org)

Saturday, September 20, 2014
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caricatures from Punch from 1859 to 1888. Selected and redrawn by Harry Furniss.

From The magazine of art vol. 12, London, Paris, New York, Melbourne, 1889.

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caricatures from Punch from 1859 to 1888. Selected and redrawn by Harry Furniss.

From The magazine of art vol. 12, London, Paris, New York, Melbourne, 1889.

(Source: archive.org)

Monday, April 21, 2014
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Then through the pot the rocket shot
And made the scene look sickly!
“Well now,” said Jo, “I never thought
That plant would shoot so quickly!”

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Then through the pot the rocket shot
And made the scene look sickly!
“Well now,” said Jo, “I never thought
That plant would shoot so quickly!”

Saturday, January 18, 2014
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The “lion” of a party.

Kenny Meadows, from Heads of the people vol. 1, by Douglas Jerrold, WM Thackeray et al, London, 1864.

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The “lion” of a party.

Kenny Meadows, from Heads of the people vol. 1, by Douglas Jerrold, WM Thackeray et al, London, 1864.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
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For some excitement, good and hot,
These lads were fairly spoiling,
When through the bee-hive plunked the shot,
And set the pot a-boiling!

The startled swarm came streaming out
In temper hot and baneful,
And drove the foe in awful rout,
With volleys sharp and painful!

From The hole book, by Peter Newell, New York, 1908.

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For some excitement, good and hot,
These lads were fairly spoiling,
When through the bee-hive plunked the shot,
And set the pot a-boiling!

The startled swarm came streaming out
In temper hot and baneful,
And drove the foe in awful rout,
With volleys sharp and painful!

From The hole book, by Peter Newell, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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G. Foozleman, in high silk hat,
Along the street was trailing,
When through the crown the bullet sped
And sent his hat a-sailing!

"What do you mean, sir," blurted he,
To Harvey Jones behind him,
“By knocking off my high silk hat? “
But Harvey didn’t mind him.

From The hole book, by Peter Newell, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

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G. Foozleman, in high silk hat,
Along the street was trailing,
When through the crown the bullet sped
And sent his hat a-sailing!

"What do you mean, sir," blurted he,
To Harvey Jones behind him,
“By knocking off my high silk hat? “
But Harvey didn’t mind him.

From The hole book, by Peter Newell, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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A lady came into a store
Where animals were sold,
To buy a parrot with a tongue
That wouldn’t swear or scold;

But as she talked about the bird
And asked about the price
The bullet plunged clean through a box 
And freed a lot of mice!

From The hole book, by Peter Newell, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

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A lady came into a store
Where animals were sold,
To buy a parrot with a tongue
That wouldn’t swear or scold;

But as she talked about the bird
And asked about the price
The bullet plunged clean through a box
And freed a lot of mice!

From The hole book, by Peter Newell, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Monday, October 21, 2013