Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, November 14, 1891   By: Various

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101 is a humorous and satirical magazine filled with witty political cartoons, satirical articles, and clever wordplay. The November 14, 1891 edition is no exception, showcasing the talented writers and illustrators who contributed to the publication.

The magazine offers a window into the social and political issues of the time, providing a entertaining and insightful commentary on Victorian society. The cartoons are particularly amusing, offering a unique perspective on the events and figures of the era.

Overall, Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, November 14, 1891 is a delightful read for anyone interested in British humor and history. The magazine's blend of wit and satire makes it a timeless and entertaining publication. Highly recommended for fans of political cartoons and clever writing.

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I think I can see you smirking and posturing before the abstract mirror, which is your constant companion. It pleases you, no doubt, to think that anybody should pay you the compliment of making you the object and the subject of a whole letter. Perhaps when you have read it to the end you will alter your mood, since it cannot please you to listen to the truth about yourself. None of those whom you infect here below ever did like it. Sometimes, to be sure, it had to be endured with many grimaces, but it was extraordinary to note how the clouds caused by the aggravated truth teller passed away as soon as his departure had enabled the object of these reproaches to recover his or her false self again. What boots it, after all, to tell the truth? For those whom you protect are clad in armour, which is proof against the sharpest lance, and they can thus bid defiance to all the clumsy attacks of the merely honest and downright for a time; but in the end their punishment comes, not always in the manner that their friends predict, but none the less inevitable in one manner or another. For they all fashion a ridiculous monster out of affectations, strivings and falsehoods, and label it "Myself;" and in the end the monster takes breath, and lives and crushes his despised maker, and immediately vanishes into space... Continue reading book >>