Victorian-Era Superhero Archives
When damsels of a certain social standing were in distress; when the proper quarters of London were in dire need of assistance; when social mores needed to be upheld and decorous behavior was called for in the face of an orphanage inferno, VICTORIAN-ERA SUPERHERO was there in Medium Large every week, doing what he could hopefully without ever appearing as if he actually had to work for a living.
Medium Large 
I cannot tell you, sir, how much I love Victoria-Era Superhero. Nay, I shall be forced to write it out longhand, seal it with wax, and send it ’round with one of the maids.
Victorian-Era Superhero is genius. The fifth comic down, about the Victorian-Era Superhero’s crimefighting schedule, was brilliant.
So happy to see this back on-line. I’ve raved about it before, but my fave is “The Rebus” — it’s just pitch-perfect in its Victorian-ness. Not that I’m an expert or anything, just a drooling fanboy.
Indubitably, Victorian-Era Superhero is the coxcomb fop we jackanapes crave. As a fellow former artisan of this epoch, vis à vis the watershed and spectacularly doomed RUSE of Alessi & Alessi Ltd, your protagonist has matriculated into the mise en scène we counterpart Victorian-Era Superhero scriveners and fabulists savor with piquant relish. With diffidence, please accept my resignation. I don’t care to belong to any club that can vouch me as a member.
Keep it up.
Fancying from afar,
allayed the Victorian Era baton is left to better pens,
etcetera, etcetera;
David M.A. Lanphear
Jocose Sketch Artist, Virtual Prestidigitator, Lettersmith, Bon Vivant
& lymphatic Groucho Marx quote-pilferer
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By jove I think you’ve got it.
Every time I read these again, I find something new to crack me up. Today, I’m loving the caustic butler…
This is perfect New Year’s reading over coffee and tea cakes…oh dear, I’ve just committed a hugely unforgivable solecism. Tea cakes with coffee? Of a surety, I must be punished.
Victorian Superhero, I will await your call when I am next receiving visitors. Do send your card around.
Yours, &tc.
Baroness Viviana Alessandra
By Jupiter, good sir! Unless my lues and quicksilver addled mind betrays me, I believe Oscar Wilde was imprisoned for that very foe pas.
My dear Mr. Marciuliano,
Ah! how many fond remembrances these splendid etchings of yours recall to mind, of my late friend Victorian Era Superhero, or “Old Vic” as I was wont to call him. Well do I recall our perilous escape from the supervillain Chopstick, when Vic and I climbed out the window of his opium den using as “rope” our faithful Hindoo and Mohammedan servant boys. Whatever happened to them–ah yes! after we were safely aground their grip weakened and they plummeted to their deaths. Pity, that.
At any rate, Victorian Era Superhero is sorely missed. I do hope I shall have the pleasure of inviting you round to sup, followed of course by a discreet visit to the Hello Vicar House of Burlesque. Until then, I remain,
Yours most sincerely,
Sir Michael Ezra Harrumphingtonshire
FANTASTIC!
the comments section is equally hilarious, Harrumphingtonshire especially
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