Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 21, August 20, 1870 by Various
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ascertain whether it is perfectly fire and burglar-proof for the time
being. Were this, sir, the only annoyance to which I am subjected, my wrath would probably expend itself in a little growling, but hardly have I reposed myself upon my couch, ere my ear catches an infernal tooting and twanging and whispering, and a broken-winded German band, engaged by an admirer of my REBECCA, strikes up some outrageous _pot pourri_, or something of that sort, and sleep, disgusted, flees my pillow. Last night--or rather this morning--they came again. Their discordant symphonies roused me to desperation. I seized a bucket of slops, and; opening the window, dashed the contents in the direction of the music; the full force of the deluge striking a fat, froggy-looking little Dutchman, who was puffing and blowing at a bassoon infinitely larger than himself. He was just launching out into a prodigious strain, but it expired while yet in the bloom of youth. He remained for a short time in the famous posture of the Colossus of Rhodes, vainly endeavoring to shake off the cigar-stumps and other little _et ceteras_ which were clinging to him like cerements, uttering the while unintelligible oaths. Then he struck for his _domus et placens uxor_ at as rapid a rate as his little dumpy legs could carry him. If they come to-night--if they dare to come--I will give them a dose which they will remember. My dear sir, what can I do to rid myself of these annoyances? The girl has been to boarding-school, and so can't be sent there again. She has no friends or relations whom it would be advisable to put her off upon. Assist me then, in this, the hour of my tribulation, and you, my dear |
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