. Punch . THE IRISH CONJUROR AND HIS CELEBRATED DOLL TRICK. Now throw some money into the ring, if it were only a farthing each, Ladies and Gentlemen. Say a farthing each,and you shall see the celebrated Doll Trick done all over again ! PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 21 TSTcto $>enrs ©to TO THE WINNER OF THE ST. NISBETT.—Season, 1844.. Trumpet-tongucd againstThe deep damnation of her taking-nff.—Macbeth. Robbing the stage was, in those days, a practice common enough.— Roderick Random Give back—give us back the wild freshness of morning, Ere light orange-blossoms weighed widowhood down 1And
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. Punch . THE IRISH CONJUROR AND HIS CELEBRATED DOLL TRICK. Now throw some money into the ring, if it were only a farthing each, Ladies and Gentlemen. Say a farthing each, and you shall see the celebrated Doll Trick done all over again ! PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 21 TSTcto $>enrs ©to TO THE WINNER OF THE ST. NISBETT.—Season, 1844.. Trumpet-tongucd againstThe deep damnation of her taking-nff.—Macbeth. Robbing the stage was, in those days, a practice common enough.— Roderick Random Give back—give us back the wild freshness of morning, Ere light orange-blossoms weighed widowhood down 1And pause, oh ! Sir William, ere one house adorning, You cast in deep shadow our houses in town.Why veil from the public its gayest of brides 1 The miser alone buries gold in a box ;What artist, triumphant, his masterpiece hides 1 We leave to the stage its duennas and locks. Bound fast, yet again let the Favourite run ! Both thine and our own !—a petition not risible ;For though it is true man and wife are but one, She, single or wedded, is two, and divisible.While owning thee winner, the town has its rights ; The wife is all thine—tis the madcap we ask !Hold captive the Woman, most conquring of Knights, But give back the Spirit with Comedys mask. For brave widow Nisbett no more may we burn ; As blithe widow Nisbett she flie