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Mr. Punch's Book of Love: Being the Humours of Courtship and Matrimony

Mr. Punch's Book of Love: Being the Humours of Courtship and Matrimony

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class="center">Describe a Home-Circle.—The wedding ring.


How to fix the Happy Day.Q. When's the best day for a wedding? A. Why, of course, "A Weddin's day."


DOMESTIC ECONOMY.

Said Stiggins to his wife one day,

"We've nothing left to eat;

If things go on in this queer way,

We shan't make both ends meet."

The dame replied, in words discreet,

"We're not so badly fed,

If we can make but one end meat,

And make the other bread."


Marriage ceremony.

Clergyman. "Augustus, wilt thou take this woman——"

Bride (late of Remnant & Co.'s Ribbon Department). "Lady!"


To Persons about to Marry.—Take care to choose a lady help, and not a lady encumbrance.


Accounted for at Last.—Is it not strange that the "best man" at a wedding is not the bridegroom? This must be the reason of so many unhappy marriages.


The Best Wards of a Latchkey.—Homewards!


One Great Lottery Office still Recognised by the Law.—The Marriage Register.


Ladies gossiping

"There goes the second Mrs. Muggeray!"

"Gracious! What on earth did he marry her for?"

"Oh, he said he wanted some one to amuse the children!"


Two men gosssiping

WONDERFUL WHAT AN ADJECTIVE WILL DO


Brown (newly married—to Jones, whom he entertained a few evenings previously). "Well, what did you think of us, old boy, eh?"

Jones. "Oh, pretty flat. Er—awfully pretty flat!"


Scientific Accuracy.—"But why do you want to marry her?" "Because I love her!" "My dear fellow, that's an excuse—not a reason!"


To Persons about to Marry.—What is enough for one, is half enough for two, short commons for three, and starvation for half a dozen.


Love me, lady!

My hair is gray;

When round comes pay-day

I cannot pay.

My corns are awful,

My prospects shady,

I want a comforter:

Love me, lady!


Notes of Admiration.—Love letters.


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