Punch (7.1844)

128 l'UNCI-J, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

THE COMEDY OF ERR

f \LT> birds me not to be caught with chaif; or certainly not with nature. Thus, at least, he appears to the great body of the Irish

the chaff of Irish law, as administered in the case of Reg in a r. people, and for this amended appearance he is indebted to the

O'Connlll. In vain has Sir Robert tried to put the fatal salt on bungling prosecution of the present Ministry. Sir Robert Peel

the tail of the Liberator. lie has flown away upon "the wings of a lias done no more than play the part of valet to the Liberator, and

dove;" but whether he will be at rest, even Punch himself cannot helped to dress him in all sorts of captivating graces,

prognosticate. That the sporting delights of September were ex- However poignant be the grief of the Ministry, they are neverthc-

pressly invented for the solace and relaxation of law-makers, no one less deeply sympathised with by Lord Brougham. They have at

save the forlornest sceptic can deny. Never, then, were these plea- least a comfort in their sorrows in the unfailing solicitude of the ex-

sures so necessary to a Ministry as on the closing of the session 1844. Chancellor. If all the jugglery of the State Trials did not pass for the

They must have retired from the House of Commons with feelings purest law, it was not the fault of his Lordship ; who was brought

very much akin to those of an actor, who—although he had made a into most fatal contrast by the moral grandeur of the great Loret

few tolerable hits in the course of his part, and was vehemently Dex.man. How pitiful to consider a Brougham—" where his soul

applauded therefore by his good friends with orders—was, neverthe- sits squat"—beside his early friend and co-mate ! On one hand, we

less, soundly hissed at the fall of the curtain. O'Coxxell is now a have all sleight, and trick, and reckless assurance : on the other, the

somebody almost supernatural—a political saint—a holy martyr—an noblest indication of all that gives us value as free men, and majesty

incarnation of all the wisdom, the force, and the purity of human as a nation.

HINTS ONT THE USE OF METAPHOR.

(To Newspaper Critics).
Punch, having skimmed the cream of the most approved critiques of

of St. Stephen's any time during the next session. May be heard of a*
Covent Garden Theatre.

Loud John Russell will have no objection to meet Sir Robert Peel
on equal terms, to contest for the seals of office. He holds out for th«

some of the most eminent of his brother journalists, and compressed it, present at the Bedford Arms,
so to speak, into a caseous form, hereby presents the same, as a model j Tqm Buncombe, the Finsburv Lad, will fight either Sir James Graham
cheese, to those young reviewers who may profit by its digestion. \ 0r the Bishop of Londou, for "a trifle ; and Mr. Joseph Hume and Mr.

Robinson's Magazine.- Robinson, this month, presents a good bill of j wu;ley will be happv to back him. A Junius addressed to his residence
fare ; though some of the dishes want a little seasoning. " Quiddlethorp" ; m town wiU r ,ach hira

increases in interest; but a spice of ginger in the hero, and a little more Colonel Sibthorp is prepared to have a turn with the whole opposition ;
pepper and salt in his tiger, young Fipp. would be an improvement. The ■ Qne down the Qthei. CQme Qn Particulars may be had at any respectable
scene in Wapping is deficient in gas ; and the Police Office sketch wants ! j10use ;n Lincoln.

indigo. We admire the junk in " Larboard Jack ;" but must enter our pro- j JoHN Arthur Roebuck, the Bath Chap, says that he will fight any man.
test against the bilgewater. Had the author kept more to the gangway, and \ q{ hig gize in the House of Commons,
steered clearer of the main-brace, the tale would have told more effectively.
The Cheshire in the "Demon Sire" may please some palates ; but we
should have preferred Stilton. We laughed heartily over " Alderman
Bobwig." The narrative, it is true, is rather fruity, but in many parts
of it we recognise the true bee's-wing. On the whole, and making allow-
ance for some little excess of sawdust, and an occasional unnecessary
introduction of bran, the current Robinson is an improvement on its
predecessors.

FIGHTS TO COME OFF.

Lord Brougham and Vaux is ready to light Lord Campbell any
(lay for five shillings. His money is ready at his Lordship's bankers.

Bill Cobden will match himself against Ferrand, the Farmer's Pet,
for any sum the latter thinks proper ; the fight to take place on the floor

i£V |&

THE ROYAL. CHRISTENING.

The young Prince has been baptized Alfred—Ernest—Albert !
These names remind us of the old story of passing off a bad shilling

between two good ones.

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