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The Pearl

The Underground Magazine of Victorian England

All 18 Issues

Included under one cover for the first time at such a low price

Six Novels

Sub-Umbra, or Sport Among the She-Noodles

Miss Coote's Confession, or the Voluptuous Experiences of an Old Maid

Lady Pokingham, or They All Do It

La Rose d'Amour, or The Adventures of a Gentleman in Search of Pleasure

My Grandmother's Tale, or May's Account of Her Introduction to the Art of Love

Flunkeyania, or Belgravian Morals

Short Stories

Young Beginners

An Adventure with a Tribade

The Sultan's Reverie

How He Lost His Whiskers

And many more

Ballads, Poems

Charlie Collingwood's Flogging

The State's New Duty

The Old Dildoe

The Good Nobleman

The Joys of Coming Together

Sweet Polly

The Novice

And many, many more

Plus "Letter from Harriet Keene," "Sally's Mistake," "Fables and Maxims," "Fowls and Pickled Pork," &c., &c.

Plus Limericks, jokes, witticisms, puns, ditties, acrostics, songs, facetiae, gossip, rumors, scandal, and much, much more

CONTENTS

The Pearl No. 1

Sub-Umbra

Miss Coote's Confession

Lady Pokingham

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Nursery Rhymes

The Pearl No. 2

Sub-Umbra

Miss Coote's Confession

Lady Pokingham

Letter from Harriet Keene

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Nursery Rhymes

The Pearl No. 3

Sub-Umbra

Miss Coote's Confession

Charlie Collingwood's Flogging

Lady Pokingham

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Nursery Rhymes

The Pearl No. 4

Sub-Umbra

Miss Coote's Confession

Young Beginners

An Epistle to a Lady

Lady Pokingham

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Nursery Rhymes

The Pearl No. 5

Sub-Umbra

Miss Coote's Confession

The State's New Duty

Lady Pokingham

A Black Joseph: The Trial of Mrs. Inglefield Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Nursery Rhymes

The Pearl No. 6

Sub-Umbra

Miss Coote's Confession

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Lady Pokingham

Two Extraordinary Letters (from a Tryal)

Fables and Maxims

More Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Nursery Rhymes

The Pearl No. 7

Sub-Umbra

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Miss Coote's Confession

Pleasures of Memory

The Trial of Captain Powell

Lady Pokingham

More Poetry

The Pearl No. 8

La Rose d'Amour

Fables and Maxims

Miss Coote's Confession

Lady Pokingham

Sub-Umbra (conclusion)

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

The Pearl No. 9

La Rose d'Amour

An Adventure with a Tribade

Miss Coote's Confession

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Lady Pokingham

More Poetry, Facetiae, &c

The Pearl No. 10

La Rose d'Amour

Sally's Mistake

Miss Coote's Confession (conclusion)

Lady Pokingham

The Arithmetician?

The Pearl No.11

La Rose d'Amour

Frank Fane A Ballad

My Grandmother's Tale

Lady Pokingham

The Pearl No. 12

La Rose d'Amour

My Grandmother's Tale

A Secret Revealed

The Marriage Morn

Lady Pokingham

The New Patent Fucking Machine

The Pearl No. 13

La Rose d'Amour

Julien's Concert

My Grandmother's Tale

Flunkeyania

Lady Pokingham

The Pearl No. 14

La Rose d'Amour

My Grandmother's Tale

The Good Nobleman

Flunkeyania

Lady Pokingham

The Pearl No. 15

La Rose d'Amour

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

My Grandmother's Tale

Flunkeyania

The Old Dildoe

Lady Pokingham (conclusion)

Sweet Polly

The Burial of Sir John Thomas

The Pearl No. 17

My Grandmother's Tale

Drawing-Room Passe Temps

The Bankrupt Bawd

Poetry, Facetiae, &c

Flunkeyania (conclusion)

Memoranda from Mr. P

Things I Don't Like to See

More Poetry, Facetiae, &c

The Pearl No. 18

My Grandmother's Tale (conclusion)

Acrostics & Facetiae

The Sultan's Reverie

How He Lost His Whiskers

The Novice

Poetry

THE PEARL

AN APOLOGY FOR OUR TITLE.

Having decided to bring out a Journal, the Editor racks his brains for a suitable name with which to christen his periodical. Friends are generally useless in an emergency of this kind; they suggest all kinds of impossible names; the following were some of the titles proposed in this instance: "Facts and Fancies," "The Cremorne," "The All Round," "The Monthly Courses," "The Devil's Own," and "Dugdale's Ghost"; the two first had certainly great attractions to our mind, but at last our own ideas have hit upon the modest little "Pearl," as more suitable, especially in the hope that when it comes under the snouts of the moral and hypocritical swine of the world, they may not trample it underfoot, and feel disposed to rend the publisher, but that a few will become subscribers on the quiet. To such better disposed piggywiggys, I would say, for encouragement, that they have only to keep up appearances by regularly attending church, giving to charities, and always appearing deeply interested in moral philanthropy, to ensure a respectable and highly moral character, and that if they only are clever enough never to be found out, they may, sub rosa, study and enjoy the philosophy of life till the end of their days, and earn a glorious and saintly epitaph on their tombstone, when at last the Devil pegs them out.

EDITOR of the "pearl."

SUB-UMBRA, OR SPORT AMONG THE SHE-NOODLES.

The merry month of May has always been famous for its propitious influence over the voluptuous senses of the fairer sex.

I will tell you two or three little incidents which occurred to me in May, 1878, when I went to visit my cousins in Sussex, or as I familiarly call them, the She-Noodles, for the sport they afforded me at various times.

My uncle's is a nice country residence, standing in large grounds of its own, and surrounded by small fields of arable and pasture land, interspersed by numerous interesting copses, through which run footpaths and shady walks, where you are not likely to meet anyone in a month. I shall not trouble my readers with the name of the locality, or they may go pleasure hunting for themselves. Well, to go on, these cousins consisted of Annie, Sophie, and Polly, beside their brother Frank, who, at nineteen, was the eldest, the girls being, respectively, eighteen, sixteen, and fifteen. After dinner, the first day of my arrival, paterfamilias and mamma both indulged in a snooze in their armchair, whilst us boys and girls (I was the same age as Frank) took a stroll in the grounds. I attached myself more particularly to cousin Annie, a finely developed blonde, with deep blue eyes, pouting red lips, and a full heaving bosom, which to me looked like a perfect volcano of smothered desires. Frank was a very indolent fellow, who loved to smoke his cigar, and expected his sisters, who adored him, to sit by his side, reading some of the novels of the day, or tell him their love secrets, &c. This was by far too tame an amusement for me, and as I had not been there for nearly three years, I requested Annie to show me the improvements in the grounds before we went in to tea, saying to Frank, banteringly, "I suppose, old fellow, you're too lazy, and would prefer your sister taking me round?"