Curiosities of civilization : reprinted from the "Quarterly" & "Edinburgh" reviews / by Andrew Wynter.
- Andrew Wynter
- Date:
- [between 1860 and 1869?]
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: Curiosities of civilization : reprinted from the "Quarterly" & "Edinburgh" reviews / by Andrew Wynter. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![10 Indus to the pole, or, finger on lip, speaking secretly, and as he thinks securely, tlirougli the medium of cipher advertisements to the loved one. Sweet delusion ! There are wicked philo- sophers abroad who unstring the bow of hai-der toil by picking your inmost thoughts ! Lovers beware ! intriguers tremble ! Many a wicked passage of illicit love, many a joy fearfully snatched, which passed through the second column of the first page of the Times as a string of disjointed letters, unintelli- gible as the correspondents thought, to all the world but them- selves, have we seen fairly copied out in plain if not always good English in the commonplace books of these cunning men at cryptographs. Here, for instance, we give an episode from the life of Flo, which appeared in the Times ot 1853-54, as a proof:— FLO.—Thou voice of my heai't! Berlin, Thiirsday. I leave next Monday, and shall press you to my heart on Saturday. God bless you I—Nov. 29, 1853. FLO.—The last is wrong. I repeat it. Thou voice of my heart. I am so lonely, I miss you more than ever. I look at your picture every night. I send you an Indian shawl to wear round you while asleep after dinner. It will keep you from harm, and you must fancy my arras are around you. God bless you! howl do love you!— Dec. 23, 1853. FLO.—My own love, I am happy again ; it is like awaking from a bad dream. You are, my lite ; to know tliat there is a chance of seeing you, to hear from you, to do things to enough. [There is some error here.] I shall try to see you soon. Write to roe as ofcen as you can. God bless you, thou voice of my heart!—Jan. 2, 1854. FLO.—Thou voice of my heart! How I do love you ! How are you? Shall you be laid up this spring? lean see you walking with your darling. What would I give to be with you! Thanks for your last letter. I fear nothing but sejjaration from you. You are my world, my life, my hope. Thou more than life, farewell! God bless you !— Jan. Q, 1854. FLO.—I fear, dearest, our cipher is discovered : write at once to your friend Indian Shawl (P.O.), Buckingham, Bucks.— Jan. 1, 18*6. rtf The advertisement of January 7tli is written in a great fright, and refers to the discovery and exposure of the cipher in the Times newspaper; for whenever the aforesaid philosophers perceive that a secret correspondence has arrived at a critical](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b20401309_0052.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
