Punch (14.1848)

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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But on veg'tables and on veale,
And headed by brave Joinville ;
Then they floated forthe ferocious.

For as they gotte in motion,
Righte boist'rous waxed ye ocean,
Which, calme as first they started,

But their valour proved precocious ; Grew more rough when they departed:

'Twas clearlie a deception
Of Albion's allie, Neptune,
Who, anxious for ye British,
Sent of Nereides y* most skittish,

TRAVELS IN LONDON.

A NIGHT'S PLEASURE.

N the conclusion of the Pantomime, the present memorialist had the
honour to conduct the ladies under his charge to the portico of the
theatre, where the green fly was in waiting to receive them. The driver
was not more inebriated than usual; the young page with the gold-
knobbed hat was there to protect his mistresses; and though the chaperon
of the party certainly invited me to return with them to Brompton and
there drink tea, the proposal was made in terms so faint, and the re-
freshment offered was so moderate, that I declined to journey six miles
on a cold night in order to partake of such a meal. The waterman of
the coach-stand, who had made himself conspicuous by bawling out for
Mrs. Feather's carriage, was importunate with me to give him six-
pence for pushing the ladies into the vehicle. But it was my opinion
that Mrs. Feather ought to settle that demand; and as, while the
fellow was urging it, she only pulled up the glass, bidding Cox's man
to drive on, I of course did not interfere. In vulgar and immoral
language he indicated, as usual, his discontent. 1 treated the fellow
with playful and, I hope, gentlemanlike satire.

Master Jones, who would not leave the box in the theatre until
the people came to shroud it with brown-hollands, (by the way, to be
the last person in a theatre—to put out the last light—and then to find
one's way out of the vast black lonely place, must require a very courageous
heart)—Master Jones, I say, had previously taken leave of us, putting
his arm under that of his father's footman, who had been in the pit,
and who conducted him to Russell Square. I heard Augustus propos-
ing to have oysters as they went home, though he had twice in the
course of the performance made excursions to the cake-room of the theatre,
where he had partaken of oranges, macaroons, apples, and ginger-beer.

As the altercation between myself and the linkman was going on,
young Grigg (brother of Grigg of the Life-Guards, himself reading for
the Bar) came up, and hooking Ins arm into mine, desired the man to
leave off "chaffing" me; asked him if he would take a bill at three
months for the money; told him if he would call at the Horns Tavern,
Kennington, next Tuesday week, he would find sixpence there, done up
for him in a brown paper parcel; and quite routed my opponent. " I
know you, Mr. Grigg," said he ; " you 're a gentleman, you are :" and
so retired, leaving the victory with me.

Young Mr. Grigg is one of those young bucks about town, who goes
every night of his life to two Theatres, to the Casino, to Weippert's
balls, to the Cafe de l'Haymarket, to Bob Slogger's, the boxing-
house, to the Harmonic Meetings at the Kidney Cellars, and other
places of fashionable resort. He knows everybody at these haunts of

Eleasure; takes boxes for the actors' benefits ; has the word from
ead-quarters about the venue of the fight between Putney Sambo and
the Tutbury Pet; gets up little dinners at their public-houses ; shoots