"Taken one a night, these raucous harangues would make perfect bedtime reading for their obvious target audience—even though, consumed in volume, their satiric hectoring becomes hard to distinguish from Mrs. Caudle's own. (Illus. throughout with period line drawings)"
The year's Prize for Political Incorrectness (Reprint Division) goes to this bundle of three dozen monologues, first serialized in Punch
in 1845, which the sublimely middle-class Mrs. Margaret Caudle directs toward her aptly named husband Job every night as he lies in bed praying to escape in slumber.
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