 | Phœnixiana; or, Sketches and burlesques |  |
THIRD EDITION!!
AND LATEST NEWS!!
Fatal Accident!
A melancholy accident has just taken place. A fleshy
gentleman had received a copy of the “Pictorial,” and retired
to the foot of the Flag-staff to peruse it. He had glanced
over the first column, when he was observed to grow black in
the face. A bystander hastened to seize him by the collar,
but it was too late! Exploding with mirth, he was scattered
into a thousand fragments, one of which striking him, probably
inflicted some fatal injury, as he immediately expired,
having barely time to remove his hat, and say in a feeble
voice, “Give this to Phœnix.” A large back tooth lies on
the table before us, driven through the side of the office with
fearful violence at the time of the explosion. We have
enclosed it to his widow with a letter of condolence. The
name of the unfortunate man was Muggins!
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