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[Illustration: SHOCKING AFFAIR.
_First Heavy Swell._ "WHAT'S THE MATTER, OLD FELLOW?--UNDER THE
WEATHER, EH?"
_Second ditto._ "WORSE THAN THAT. _I've burst my shirt-collar!_"]
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OUR FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE.
(BY ATLANTIC CABLE.)
Your representative's little speech at the great PUNCHINELLO dinner may
be better imagined than described. A few words, however, may give you
its _animus_.
"If," said I, "in this illustrious company, one may indulge in a
Wellerism"--
"Spell it with a _we_, sir, if you please," whispered SAMIVEL, who stood
right behind me.
I resumed. "I have to say, that my feelings at this hour are too many
for me. Perhaps I might add, that the courses have been so also. As my
friend SOYER used to observe when we were together in the Crimea,
astronomical and gastronomical laws are alike fixed. And one of them is,
that the precession of the dinner-plates, and the nutation of the
glasses, do not promote the music of the spheres. But, Mr. PUNCH and
gentlemen, although not one of the heavenly bodies, indeed altogether
terrestrial, one feels, naturally, rounder in his orbit, and a little
more likely to see stars, after such a dinner as this, than before.
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