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THE

NEW MONTHLY

MAGAZINE

AND

H u mo r is t.

EDITED BY

THEODORE HOOK, ESQ.

18 3 7.

PART THE THIRD.

LONDON:

HENRY COLBURN, 13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS,

LONDON : PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS,

Stamford street,

CONTENTS OF THE THIRD PART

ORIGINAL PAPERS.

... PADE

100
102
108

The Gurney Papers. By the Author of " Sayings and Doings."
Nos. IX., X., XI., and XII.

1, 145, 289, 433

The Child at Play with a Watch. By Mrs. Osgood

Lunacy in France. No. IV. . .

Confessions and Opinions of Ralph Restless. By Capt. Marryat 20,168

Visit to the Salt Mines of Salzburg

Plagues of Popularity . . . . . . . 31

Ben Jonson. By the Author of “ Glances at Life" .

The Italian Girl to her English Lover. By the Authoress

Bride of Siena" . .

The Phantom Ship. By Captain Marryat .

. 45, 208

The Great Western Jungle. By an Old Forest Ranger . 58, 338

The Painter's Daughter: a Tale

. 66

The Lives of Brown, Jones, and Robinson. By Douglas Jerrold 84, 221, 401

An Election Anecdote

The Golden Pippin. By Alfred Crowquill .

A Sporting Bet . . .

Old Watchmen. By the Author of“ Glances at Li

115

Philosophy in the Influenza: an Ode

Forgive and Forget; or, the Young Man's Diary

Letters from Ireland, in the Summer and Autumn of 1837. I. II. 160, 449
The Lord of Peiresc. By Douglas Jerrold . .

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A Walk near Town. By the Author of " Glancee at Lila

s at Lite .

186

An Original Essay on Shooting

198

Memoir of Mr. Serjeant Talfourd, M.P. (With a Portrait). 213

The Evil Eye of the Oxford Road

231

Ode to October. By C. J. Davids, Esq. . . . . 237

Brighton Fair. By Alfred Crowquill .

238

Epigram on a Town Crier . . . . . .

243

Mathews and Boralowski

244

Some Account of the last Parachute. By Henry Brownrigg, Esq..

The Stranger I met at my Club: a Tale of the Isle of Wight

Records of a Stage Veteran . . . .

. 264

Andrew M'Cann, the Absent Man. .

268

Epigrams :-The Ringer's Response-Inscription for a Passage

Song of the Wine-filled Goblet. By Eliza Cook .

303

Life in the East. By M. J. Quin, Esq. . . . 305, 465

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THE

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

THE GURNEY PAPERS.-NO. IX.

AFTER We had entered the house Wells continued his account of the proceedings at Aunt Pennefather's.

No sooner had the amiable mistress of the house recovered from her fainting fit, which held for some time, and was eventually overcome by the application of hartshorn and Eau de Cologne, the burning of feathers, the sprinkling of water, and all the established remedies recommended by the Humane Society for the restoration of hysterical ladies, than she screamed out the name of Millicent Maloney, in a tone emulating that of a peacock in anticipation of rain; but, although she had regained the use of her voice, her intellectual faculties continued in a lamentable state of obfuscation-her eyes rolled in every direction-her fists remained clenched and the first coherent phrase which the anxious attendants could understand was this, Who the devil is it with ?'

Then it was the maid-servants looked at each other-then it was they began to feel a confidence that their suspicions were well founded, and that something very extraordinary had happened to Miss Millicent Maloney.

“Where is she?' said the recovering Pennefather—'where is she? -I ask you all, where is she ?"

“She?' said one.
««Where?' said another.
“• Where is who ?' cried a third.
“Millicent-my child Millicent!' said Miss Pennefather.
“Child !' said Mary.
“Child !' exclaimed Jenny.

“Child !' reiterated Susan. : "Yes,' faltered out Miss Pennefather— my child—my niece-my young friend!

“The last time I saw her, Ma’am,' said Susan, was a-going down the garden, just by the ewe-trees, towards the summer-house.'

"When was that?' said Miss Pennefather.
“ About ten o'clock this morning,' said Susan.

«. Psha! Ridiculous !' said her mistress. 'Didn't she lunch with me at half-past one?'

“ I only said

“Stuff! Nonsense!' exclaimed the lady. 'Lift me up-raise my head. Where's Philip? Where's the note? Oh, here. What on earth shall I do-what shall I do?'

Sept.-VOL. LI. NO. CCI,

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