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The Comic Almanack, Volume 1 / An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities

Chapter 24: Moral.
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The volume collects annual almanac-style material—satirical sketches, comic essays, mock-astrological pieces, humorous verse, and brief narrative vignettes—assembled as a running sequence of yearly numbers. Multiple contributors supply witty sayings, droll observations, and recurring columns, all accompanied by hundreds of woodcuts and engraved plates by prominent illustrators. The pieces alternate light parody and sharper social satire, using playful formats, topical jokes, and caricatured scenes to amuse readers across varied short items.

OCTOBER.

ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY.

BRUTISH HUMBUG COLLEGE OF HEALTH.—The wonderful efficacy of the Morising Pills becomes every day more perspicuous. The discerning Public swallows 'em 'like winking;' and we defies all opposition, and the Weakly attempts of our enemies to Dispatch us. We tells those as calls us quacks, that, under the blessing of Divine Providence, we glories in our ignorance; and takes every opportunity of exposing it, for the benefit of our suffering fellow-creatures. And we have found them a sovereign remedy for ourselves; having, for a long while, been afflicted with an emptiness of the chest, and a great deficiency of the yellow-stuff, all which terrible symptoms have speedily disappeared; so we feels in duty bound to propagate our pills to the remotest prosperity.

The following are selected out of several millions of cases, furnished by a single agent, in a most sensible letter, to prove the never-to-be-enough-wondered-at wonderful efficacy of the Hy-gee-wo-ian Medicines.


Most Respected Sir,

Being clearly convinced, from a proper use of my reasoning faculties, that it is perfectly consistent with probability and good sense to believe that one medicine, made of I don't know what, by I don't know who, is certain to cure every disorder, and is equally efficacious in all ages and constitutions, from the infant of a week old, to the old man of eighty; and being, moreover, equally well convinced that it is quite unreasonable to place any sort of trust or dependence on the prescriptions of men of scientific education, who have merely devoted their whole lives to the medical profession;—and, further, being struck with the astounding fact, and exceeding likelihood, that an universal panacea could only be reserved for those who are quite innocent of all medical knowledge, and whose perfect disinterestedness is manifested by their being contented with the trifling remuneration derived from the credulity of the British public;—I say, Sir, for all these reasons I have become a zealous advocate of the Hy-gee-wo-ian medicines.

Having been appointed your agent, and, therefore, influenced, like yourself, by the most disinterested motives, I make it a point to recommend them on all occasions, and always in sufficiently large doses, on which I observe you lay peculiar stress; and very justly: for does it not follow, as a matter of course, that if six pills do a certain quantity of good, six thousand must, as a natural consequence, do six thousand times as much more good, and the patient must be six thousand times the better for them? There are some censorious folks who insinuate that the more pills I sell the more money I get by them; but I need not assure you that, in this respect, my motives are quite as disinterested as your own.

Yours ever to command,
FRANCIS FLEECE'EM.

P.S.—Please to send me a dozen wagon loads of No. 1 Pills, and the same of No. 2 Pills, as early as possible. I hand you the following cases, which have come under my own knowledge:—


To the Haygent for the Morising Pils.
Onerr'd Sur,

This hear kums 2 akwaint you that havein lost my happytight i tuk to takein your Morising Pils witch i only begun with takein 5 hundred hat a time witch had the blessed defect of turnin me inside out and I felt in a wery pekooliar citywation witch discurraged me 2 parsewere and i tuk 1 thousen hat a doze by witch I was turned outside in by witch my happytight was kwite discuvvered witch was a grate blessin for my whife who is bigg in the famylyar way with 12 smal childern with grate happytights all threw your pils and I ham now Abel to wurk and yarn my 12 shillin a weak So no more hat presnt from your

umbel Serv't to command
GREGORY GUDGEON.
No. 9,
Nobody-knows-where Street,
Jericho,
Feb. the 32nd, 1836.

Sir,

A most respectable friend of mine, at the suggestion of a worthy magistrate of Surrey, felt himself constrained to take steps for his improvement at that celebrated place of fashionable resort, Brixton Tread Mill.

For a considerable period he was greatly delighted with this elegant mode of recreation; and was much struck with the ingenuity of an invention by which a person might walk fifty or sixty miles a day, without the inconvenience of changing the scene. But, somehow or other, being a man of very ardent temperament, he entered so much into the spirit of the amusement that—but I scarcely know how to describe it, lest I should be suspected of exaggeration, a fault I hold in the greatest abhorrence—in short, we have all of us heard of pedestrians, after a hard day's travel, complain of having nearly walked their feet off; but my unfortunate friend literally did so; and so intent was he on his salubrious pastime that he kept walking on upon his bare stumps; nor would it have been discovered, had not his feet, on finding that they had no longer the power of motion, determined that nothing else should have that power; and spitefully stopped the mill, by getting entangled in the machinery.

The kind-hearted governor, who witnessed the occurrence, told my friend not to mind such a trifle, but to morris on. This happy expression brought to his mind your justly famous Morrissing Pills; and being naturally desrious of recovering his footing, a messenger was morrissed off for a supply. At the first dose, he only swallowed a dozen boxes, which had no very visible effect; a thing not to be wondered at; because, as you justly observe in your advertisements, it is impossible to take too many. The following night, however, he trebled the quantity; and, next morning, being awakened by what seemed the shooting of his corns, he put his hand down, and found a pair of full-grown handsome feet, more than twice as big as his old ones. I should observe, there was one trifling deviation,—the heels were foremost; and, on getting out of bed, and attempting to walk towards the mill, he found an invariable tendency to proceed in an opposite direction. On the circumstance being observed by the governor, he very kindly told him not to afflict himself on that head, as he found all his pupils at first had a similar propensity; but, by a strict attention to a bread-and-water regimen, and a small quantity of blood being drawn from the back by one of his amiable assistants, they soon so far recovered, that the mere presence of himself, or one of his assistants, was quite sufficient to prevent a relapse. My friend suggested that a dose, or even the promise of a dose, of the Morrissing Pills would be much more certain to prove efficacious; and the governor very politely promised to give them a trial, as he confessed, he said, that the operation of bleeding was particularly painful to his tender feelings.

As to the inconvenience of the matter in the ordinary business of life, my respected friend seems to think that it can make but little difference, as he has always gone backward all his life-time; indeed, it is a question with him whether it is not an advantage; as, instead of mixing in mobs and frays, as he was very much in the habit of doing, his feet will now carry him in a clean contrary direction, quite out of harm's way.

I remain, respected Sir,
Your gullible Servant,
GILES GOSLING.
No. 1,
Find-it-out-if-you-can Lane,
No-where Street.

Sir,

I beg to inform you that a poor man was blown to atoms by the explosion of the Powder Mills on Hounslow Heath. His affectionate wife, who happened to be passing at the time, carefully picked up the fragments, and placed them together; and, by administering a dose of the Universal Medicine, he was able to walk home, and eat a hearty dinner of bacon and cabbage.

If any person should doubt the truth of the above statement, I beg you will refer them to me, when I will fully satisfy all inquiries. I am easily found out,—as everybody knows me.

Your obedient Servant,
GILES GAMMON.
No. 1, Blarneygig Place,
Salisbury Plain,
next door to Stonehenge.

P.S.—I forgot to add, that the poor woman, in the hurry of the moment, made a small mistake, by placing the head of a donkey, which had been blown off by the explosion, upon her husband's shoulders, instead of his own; but she says it is of very little consequence, as very few of his acquaintance could perceive any difference.

NOVEMBER. [1835.
  Now razors and ropes are in great requisition;
  So I humbly propose that 'the House' we petition
  (To prevent this sad use of the halter and knife),
  That each felo de se be transported for life.
M Season's Odd Matters. WEATHER.
D Signs.    
1 fogs    
      By the past
2 bogs GUNPOWDER PLOT.  
      ♅ ☋ ♌ ♃ ♓
3 and       'Tis good to remember  
    The Fifth of November, we do
4 vapours Gunpowder, treason, and plot;  
          There's abundance of reason predict of
5 blue       To think of the treason,  
    Then why should it e'er be forgot? the future,
6 devilry    
          Our sympathies thrive by which
7 capers       By keeping alive  
    Such sweet little hatreds as these; I do
8 good       And folks love each other  
          As dear as a brother, discern the
9 bye Whose throat they are ready to squeeze.  
      likelihood
10 hope       I delight in the joys  
          Of the vagabond boys,  
11 welcome When they're burning Guy Vaux and the Pope; ⚹ ♀ ♈ ☍
          It the flame keeps alive,  
12 rope       It makes bigotry thrive, of the
    And gives it abundance of scope.  
13 dangling   weather
          'Tis a beautiful truth  
14 strangling       For the minds of our youth, being
    And will make 'em all Christians indeed;  
15 frowning       For the Church and the State  
          Thus to teach 'em to hate ♈ ☍ ♉ ♋ ♎
16 drowning All those of a different creed.  
      in some
17 oh!       It is two hundred years  
          Since our ancestors' fears sort the
18 Johnny Were arous'd by this blood-thirsty fox;  
          But often, since then,  
19 Bull       Our parliament men ♈ ☊ ♍
    Have been awfully blown up by Vaux.  
20 what a   same as
          Now, they cannot deny  
21 silly       They're afraid of their Guy; usual,
    And some of them earnestly hope,  
22 old       He may fancy a swing  
          At the end of a string; ♊ ♒ ☿ ♍
23 fool! And they promise him plenty of rope.  
      unless the
24 wait    
      Comet do
25 to the    
      make an
26 end    
      alteration
27 and    
      therein as I
28 all    
      have heretofore
29 will    
      noted.
30 mend    

NOVEMBER.

DECEMBER.

1835.] DECEMBER.
  At length, I've come to the end of my tether;
  I've told you all about the weather,
  And a great deal more, take it altogether,
  So now my twelvemonth's work is done,
  I'm your obedient,—Rigdum Fun.
M Season's Odd Matters. WEATHER.
D Signs.    
1 head    
      Take note,
2 back BOXING DAY.  
      ☌ ♉ ⚹ ♀ ♊
3 belly Of all the joys the seasons bring,  
      (And most, alas! have flown away,) frost
4 knees I dearly do delight to sing  
      The pleasures of a Boxing Day. and snow
5 teeth    
    For then a host of smiling folks ♓ ♐
6 toes   Are anxious their respects to pay,  
    And tell me (would it were a hoax!) may be
7 nose   That, 'if I please,' it's Boxing Day.  
      expected
8 aching Those doleful Waits, who've lain in wait,  
      To scare my balmy sleep away, this month,
9 quaking Like bravoes, who've despatch'd their job,  
      Now claim reward on Boxing Day.  
10 chattering   ⚹ ♄ ♓ ☉ ♄
    The Milkmaid, who deals out sky-blue,  
11 clattering   (Her tally's double-scor'd, they say,) but
    With smiling face, of rosy hue,  
12 freezing   A curtsey drops on Boxing Day. be not sure
       
13 sneezing The Baker's man, who brings me bread of their
      As heavy as a lump of clay,  
14 O rare And bricks as hard as any stone, coming,
      I can't refuse on Boxing Day.  
15 Christmas   ♀ ♐ ♄ ♑ ♊
    As I was walking in the street,  
16 fare   I met the Butcher with his tray; then shall
    He thrust the corner in my eye,—  
17 a fig   I'll think of him on Boxing Day. you
       
18 for care The Scavenger, who plaster'd me, not be
      When dress'd in wedding-suit so gay,  
19 kiss Now hopes I 'von't forget, d'ye see, disappointed
      As how that this here's Boxing Day.'  
20 below    
    My house on fire—no turncock found; ♐ ☽ ♀ ♉
21 the   My house burnt down—he came to say,  
    He hop'd that I'd reward his zeal, and
22 misteltoe   And think of him on Boxing Day.  
      if it be
23 laugh The Bellman, Dustman, Chimney-sweep,  
      Bring up the rear in smart array,  
24 quaff And all get drunk, and strip to fight, ♃ ☌ ♈ ⊕ ♐
      To prove it is a Boxing Day.  
25 never   fine summer
       
26 fear   weather,
       
27 with   then
       
28 merry   I say again
       
29 glee   ♐ ♀ ☉
       
30 conclude   bethink you
       
31 the year   of the Comet

VALEDICTION.

Farewell, my merry gentlemen,—let nothing you dismay;
But take good heart, for tho' we part, we'll meet another day;
I hope, next year, when, never fear, I'll have enough to say,
And bring tidings of comfort and joy.
To start fair game has been my aim, and make imposture smart;
To raise a laugh at many a calf the object of my heart,
And "shoot at Folly as she flies," and fix her with my dart;
And it's all for your comfort and joy.
Now don't despise my prophecies, and think 'em only jokes,
They're just as true, I promise you, as those of other folks;
And while old Moore is such a bore, 'tis harmless sure to hoax,
For it's all for your comfort and joy.
"Let Turkey fear the Christmas near"—and ducks, if they are young,
And apropos of Quacks,—the game is up with Doctor Long,
But tho' we've lost the rubber, we've in tricks been pretty strong,
And it's all for your comfort and joy.
We've toll'd the bell that rings the knell of Morison and Co.,
And floor'd the funny Chancellor, with all his Penny Show,
Who veers about to show the folk which way the wind doth blow,
And it's all for your comfort and joy.
Our most uncommon Commons, and our very peerless Peers,
In clearing off old scores, have burnt the house about their ears;
Of such a nest of phœnixes I own I had my fears,
But 'twas all for their comfort and joy.
Now let not those who've 'scaped my blows believe that I am fickle,
For many a "Pure," who looks demure, I've put a rod in pickle,
And if I'm here another year their backs I'll smartly tickle,
So there's tidings of comfort and joy.

Moral.

WHILE WE VENERATE
WHAT IS DESERVING OF VENERATION,
LET US NOT FORGET, THAT
QUACKERY, KNAVERY, BIGOTRY, AND SUPERSTITION,
ALWAYS MERIT
EXPOSURE AND CASTIGATION.