Then the Black Doctor, as blowed the bellows to the late ministerial organ, starts a fantoccini and collars our dialect.
Then, the unhappy wight what acts as dry-nuss to his _Grandmother_, finding his writing on the pavement with red and white chalk and sentiment, won't friz,--gives over appealing to the sympathies, kidnaps our comic offspring, and (as our brother dramatist Muster Sheridan says) disfigures 'em to make 'em look like his own.
Then, the whole biling of our other hoppositioners who puts their shoulders together, to "hoist up a donkey," tries to ornament their werry wulgar exhibitions with our vitticisms.
Now this was cruel, deceitful condick on the part of the juggeler,--a side wind blow from the organ,--didn't show much of the milk of human kindness with the chalk; and as for the ass,--but no,--brotherly love is our weakness, and we throws a veil over the donkey.
During the recess the exterior of the Theaytre will be re-decorated by Muster Phiz; and the first artists in pen, ink, black-lead, and box-wood, has been secured to see if any improvements _can_ be made in the interior.
I have the honor to inform you that we shall commence our next campaign on January 1, 1842, with renewed henergy, all the old-established wooden heads, and several new hands.
And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of "PUNCH," the Puppets, the Properrieters, and the Orchestra (which is myself), I most respectfully touches my hat, and wishes you all a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. _Au rewoir_.
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 1, December 25, 1841, by Various