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February 6, 1892, by Various

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Title: Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 102, February 6, 1892

Author: Various

Release Date: December 13, 2004 [EBook #14341]

Language: English

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PUNCH,

OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 102.

February 6, 1892.

[Illustration: "A GOOD STAYER."

THE DEALER SAID, "THE MARE COULD STAY FOR EVER." SHE SEEMED INCLINED
TO DO SO WHEN JONES WISHED TO BE AFTER THE HOUNDS.]

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RECEIPT AGAINST INFLUENZA.

DEAR SIR,--I send you this gratis. It is for everybody's benefit,

Yours. GEORGE GUZZLETON, X.M.D.

P.S.--I give "_Coenae prescriptionem_" only, as the "_Prescrip:
prandialis_" can be taken out of this with variations.

Ostr: frigid: 11/2 doz.
Pisc: anima: locus aut quid: ali: [=a][=a][=a] xvi [dram]
Cum: pom: terr: fervesc: f 8[dram]
Ad Hoc: bib: sextarium 1/2 mx.
Ovem: torrid: [ounce]ss.
virides: ad. lib.
Per: dix: anas: agrestis: } f[dram]ij.
Condim: pan: aut aliquid: } fvijss.
Prunosus: botulus: [=a][=a]f [dram]vj.
Condim: prand: aut lact: Devonii: f 3 j.

Liq. Pomm: et Gr: '84 }
Aut Mo: et Chand: '84 } Oj 4

_Fiat haust: sec: vel test: quaque hora: extra hora coenae: regulariter
sumendum._

_Si opus sit_: Misce: aq: sodae .. [dram]1/14.

_Misce: ot: grog: h.s.s. Si opus sit aut non._

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LITERARY GARDENING.--A Correspondent, signing himself "STULTUS IN
HORTU OR HORT-U-NOT?" writes, "Please, Sir, if my boy JOHN plant 'a
slip of a pen,' what will it come up?" _Answer paid_--A Jonquill.

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TO THE QUEEN.

(_FROM THE NATION._)

Queenly as womanly, those words that start
From sorrow's lip strike home to sorrow's heart.
Madam, our griefs are one;
But yours, from kins