Punch (14.1848)

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To raise ane awfulle sbindie
Of wilde waves and breezes windie ;
Nor were Albion's ehalke cliffs paler
Than eache will-he nill-he sailor
Of that bolde and brilliant bande,
When he hove in sighte of lande,

And lande hove in sighte of him,
Thro' the fogge, soe dense and dim,
That wrappes London all yc year,
As in French bookes doth appear.
'Twas in vaine ye Prince he reason'd,
To sea-sicknesse being season'd;

Ye more he cheer'd his crewe,
Ye sicker still thei grewe;
Till, pale enoughe to frighten
Ye inhabitants of Brighton,
They landed safe in Shoreham,
And ye people fiedde before 'em !

figeons, fights rocks, plavs fives, has a boat on the river, and a room at
Summer's in Conduit Street, besides his Chambers at the Temple,
where his parents, Sir John and Lady Grigg of Portman Square, and
Grigsby Hall, Yorkshire, believe that he is assiduously occupied in
studying the Law. " Tom applies too much," her ladyship says. " His
father was obliged to remove him from Cambridge on account'of a
brain fever brought on by hard reading, and in consequence of Ihe
jealousy of some of the collegians; otherwise, I am told, he must have
been Senior "Wrangler, and seated first of the Tripod."

<(I'm "'oin17' to be^mthe cveninor " said Luis ingenuous voun0* fellow*
"I've only been at the Lowther'Arcade. Wmppbbt's hop, and the ! Christian name, poked him playfully with the end of his cane and asked
billiard-rooms. I just toddled in for half an hour to see Brooke in i him whether he, Grigg, should have a lobster kidney, or a mashed oyster
Othello, and looked in for a few minutes behind the scenes at the

I tell you what, Spec, my boy—you're getting a regular old flat—fogy,
Sir, a positive old fogy. How the deuce do you pretend to be a man
about town, and not know that Brvms has left the Cavern ? Law bless
you! Come in and see : I know the landlord—I'11 introduce you to him."

This was an offer which no man could resist; and so Grigg and I
went through the Piazza, and down the steps of that well-remembered
place of conviviality. Grigg knew everybody ; wagged his head in at
the bar, and called for two glasses of his particular mixture ; nodded to
the singers ; winked at one friend—put his little stick against his nose
as a token of recognition to another; and calling the waiter by his

Adelphi. What shall be the next resort of pleasure, Spec, my elderly
juvenile? Shall it be the Sherry-Cobbler-Stall, or the Cave of Har-
monv ? There's some prime glee-singing there."

'What! is the old Cave of Harmon v still extant?" I asked. "1

and scolloped 'taters, or a poached rabbit, for supper?

The room was full of young rakish-looking lads, with a dubious sprink-
ling of us middle-aged youth, and stalwart red-faced fellows from the
country, with whiskey noggins before them, and bent upon seeing life. A
grand piano had been introduced into the apartment, which did not exist

have not been there these twenty vea'rs." And memorv carried me ' jn the ok* days: otherwise all was asidf yore-smoke risingfrom scores of
back to the days when Lightsides, of Corpus, myself, and little ; human chimnies, waiters bustling^about with cigars and liquors in the
Oaks, the Johnian, came up to town in a chaise-and-four, at Ihe long

vacation at the end of our freshman's year, ordered turtle and venison
for dinner at the Bedford, blubbered over Black-eyed Susan at t he plav,

intervals of the melody—and the President of the meeting, (Bivins no
more) encouraging gents to give their orders.
Just as the music was about to begin, I looked opposite me, and

and then finished the evening at that very Harmonic Cave, where the i tbere> by Heavens! sate Bardolph, of Brazennose, only a little more
famous English Improvisatore sang with such prodigious talent that j PurPle> ™d a few shades more than he used to look twenty years

we asked him down to stay with us in the country. Spurgin, and a»°- _====__=^_ dpec.

Hawker, the fellow-commoner of our College, I remember me, were

at the Cave too, and Bardolph, of Brazennose. Lord, lord, what a
battle and struggle and wear and tear of life there has been since then!

The Time for Poaching.

A Correspondent of the Times states that night poachers, by order

Hawker levanted, and Spurgin is dead these ten years ; little Oaks is a of the Home Secretary, are now to be tried at the assizes ; and he asks

whiskered Captain of Heavy Dragoons, who cut down no end of Sikhs
at Sobraon: Lightsides a Tractarian parson, who turns his head and
walks another way when we meet; and your humble servant—well,
never mind. But in my spirit I saw them—all those blooming and
jovial young boys—and Lightsides, with a cisar in his face, and a
bang-up white coat covered with mot her-of-pearl cheese-plates, bellowing
out for " Pirst and Second Turn-out," as our yellow post-chaise came
rattling up to the Inn door at Ware.

" And so the Cave of Harmony is open," I said, looking at little Grigg
with a sad and tender interest, and feeling that I Avas about a hundred
years old.

" I believe you, my baw-aic-oy'!'" said he, adopting the tone of an ex-
ceedingly refined and popular actor, whose choral and comic powers
render him a general favourite.

" Does Bivins keep it ?" I asked, in a voice of profound melancholy.

" Hoh! What a flat you are! You might as well ask if Mrs. Sid-
dons acted Lady Macbeth to-night, and if Queen Anne's dead or not.

why the rule should not extend to day poachers as well? As the latter
class of offenders are under the jurisdiction of county magistrates, who
are at once prosecutors, judges, and jurors, we certainly, for our own
part, would rather poach by night than by day. "A shiny night," now
more than ever, will be the "delight" of the poacher, as affording
him the best opportunity for depredation, with the smallest risk of
punishment. _

a patriotic return.

The first motion of the new Session will be one by Mr. Joseph
Hume, who will move for a return of all the plate which lias been stolen
from his residence. We hope the return will soon be made, and that
every bit of the plate will be ordered at the earliest opportunity—say his
birth-day, which is the most appropriate period to wish a person
many happy returns—to lie upon his dinner-table. This return is but
due to Mr. Hume, who has shone, in public, as in private, by so many
brilliant services.