202
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[May 21, 1859.
THE CROWN CORMORANTS.
here was fine fun the
other day in the Court
of Chancery. This
rreat British institu
counsel no instructions to secure him from
being done out of them: he, naturally, as a
gentleman, could never think that the Crown
would attempt to do that. But that was what
the Crown lawyers attempted, and did—did Sir
John Hanmer! They appealed against the
tion, the world knows, Vice-Chan cellor s award. Sir John Has-
is called the Court of
Equity—ironically, on
account of the mon-
strous injustice for •
which it is .famous, ^juredman:
"Well, some time ago,
the Attorney-Gene-
ral, on the part of the
Crown, laid an infor-
mation against Sir
John Hanmer, Bart.,
questioning Sir John's
right to the coals lying
under a part of the
mer was undefended. Judgment was of course
given against him in the High Court of Comic
Equity. Lord Justice Knight Bruce, in pro-
nouncing it, thus compassionately chaffed the
" Lord Justice Knight Bruce said he -wished the
Court could do that which the Vice-Chancellor had done,
but he was afraid the precedents were too strong- to
enable it to do so. Still he must express his hope that the
Crown would pay Sir John Hanmkr's costs, though the
Court had no means of obtaining them for him."
Chancellor Stuart
and Mr. Baron "Wat
son dismissed the in
formation, with costs
against the Crown.
Now the Crown, by a
recent Act, is liable
to pay costs if it loses
a law-suit against anvbodv. But this Act omitted to specify Equity-suits as cases in which
the Crown should be liable. Those stupid legislators—always making some blunder or
other—no doubt forgot that Equity, meaning Chancery, is used in an ironical sense, and took
it for granted that the very name of Equity precluded the idea of the omission, to say nothing
of the refusal by the Crown to pay the costs of a subject whom it had failed m the attempt
to deprive of his property.
What a mistake! When the Crown lost the Chancery suit against Sir John Hanmer,
what did its lawyers do ? Pay the poor man his costs ? Oho ! Didn't he wish he might get
them? "Whv, yes; and, more than that, believed he should get them; for he gave his
Now, if this is not a bit of fun, what do you
call fun ? Do you call stealing and pocketing a
goose, a leg of mutton, a fish, a string of sau-
, » -,, , sages, and a hot apple-pie, fun? At least, you
snore ol tne estuary never saw any exploit of that nature, performed
by a gentleman in motley, more ridiculous than
the achievement accomplished—in Equity—at
the expense of Sir John Hanmer, by the
son dismissed the in- . Attorney-General.
formation^ witii^ costs j What increases the fun, in connection with
this case, is the fact that it is one of many
equally funny. Immense activity appears to
have lately been exhibited by the Crown law-
yers, in attempting to wrest from individuals
every bit, of every sort, of debateable property,
—mined under the sea, or reclaimed from the
bed of the sea, or from a river, or cast ashore;
and many of these attempts have failed—which
would be fun for the winners, if they had not,
in all these cases, had to pay their own costs,
which for them was no fun. Who can it be that
instructs the Attorney-General to institute
these ridiculously rapacious proceedings ?
THE TWO BREAKFASTS.
Being a couple of Domestic Interiors, exhibited by the great social
Reformer, Mr. Punch, to show what different effects may be produced
with the same materials, and that it is just as easy to take things
pleasantly as not.
DEDICATED TO ALL MARRIED COUPLES.
" Look here upon this Breakfast, and on this."
THE BROWNS AT BREAKFAST.
Mr. Brown {as Mrs. Brown enters the room). At last, Maria!
[Looks at watch). Three-quarters of an hour have you been dressing. | violet eyes
Am I ever to have any breakfast ?
Mrs. Brown. That's right, begin to nag the first thing in the morning.
[Rings rather hastily.
Mr. B. I don't know what you mean by nagging, but I know that I
shall miss the train and not be in the City till eleven o'clock.
Mrs. B. All your own fault. If you kept a brougham, and drove
into town, as everybody else about us does, you would be independent
of the trains, instead of running out with your breakfast half done, like
a two-penny clerk.
Mr. B. I don't choose to keep a brougham.
Mrs. B. And I don't choose to be hurried dressing.
[Mr. Brown, floored, takes mean shelter behind his Times, and
proceeds with his breakfast; Mrs. Brown looks at the Sup-
plement. After a pause.
Mrs. B. Lor ! Did you see that ?
Mr. B. {snappishly.'] See what?
Mrs. B. Walter Vansittart is married.
Mr. B. "What do I care ?
Mrs. B. To Margaret, youngest daughter of Edward Gates, Esq.,
of Winterpocl, Dorset. I hope she's a nice girl. I do hope she's a
nice girl. He deserves a nice wife, Walter does. She will be very
happy with him. He is so gentle and considerate with women, and
then he is so handsome.
Mr. B. Bah! Face like a doll, and fawns like a cat.
Mrs. B. Sweet manners, and the most beautiful dark hair and
[Mr. Brown, by no means answering this description, abstains from
any other answer.
Mrs. B. I am so pleased. Mrs. "Walter Vansittart, what a
delightful name to have!
Mr. B. [provoked as intended.) Pity it isn't yours.
Mrs. B. Perhaps I think so too.
Mr. B. I wish you had thought so earlier.
Mrs. B. {sighs.) Ah! {With a world of secret meaning.) Never mind.
What sweet verses Walter used to write—there was one poem which
he called " Maria in Heaven "—■
Mr. B. I wish—never mind. Now then, there's no potted beef.
What do you have empty pots brought up for ?
Mrs. B. 0, is it empty ? Poor Willy will be so glad, he begged that
Enter the Servant with various breakfast necessaries, which she deposits.
Mr. B. {inspecting them.) Bacon again. I'm tired of bacon. And pot with the picture on it, for his paint-box.
lere's an egg which Pll bet {decapitates it)—yes—of course,_but half j Mr. B. Talking of that, if I find that he has been painting my Atlas
any more, I shall give him something to remember.
Mrs. B. I don't believe the poor child has touched your book, but
you delight to find fault with him.
Mr. B. Why, confound it, can't I see with my eyes. There's a
great red smear all over France.
Mrs. B. I dare say you laid your cigar on it, or spilt your brandy
and water over it, but of course it's Willy. It was Willy that took
your letter the other day that when you had been scolding the child
you found in your other coat where you put it when you were hardly
boiled. {Savagely to Servant.) How often am I to say that I like my
eggs boiled hard ?
Servant {makes the usual answer). Boiled the usual time, Sir.
Mr. B. Don't tell me. [Exit Servant. To his Wife.) Maria, it's of
no use asking you to attend to anything.
Mrs. B. [calmly?) The cheap kitchen clock doesn't go, I believe, so
Cook can only judge by guess. If you would furnish the house
properly I dare say you would have things different.
Mr. B. You're always making some pretext to get me to buy new
things. in a state to know where you put anything.
Mrs. B. Some husbands have too much pride to need more than Mr. B. The other dav! That was last year, and you have mentioned
bnng told a thing is wanted. it fifty times since.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[May 21, 1859.
THE CROWN CORMORANTS.
here was fine fun the
other day in the Court
of Chancery. This
rreat British institu
counsel no instructions to secure him from
being done out of them: he, naturally, as a
gentleman, could never think that the Crown
would attempt to do that. But that was what
the Crown lawyers attempted, and did—did Sir
John Hanmer! They appealed against the
tion, the world knows, Vice-Chan cellor s award. Sir John Has-
is called the Court of
Equity—ironically, on
account of the mon-
strous injustice for •
which it is .famous, ^juredman:
"Well, some time ago,
the Attorney-Gene-
ral, on the part of the
Crown, laid an infor-
mation against Sir
John Hanmer, Bart.,
questioning Sir John's
right to the coals lying
under a part of the
mer was undefended. Judgment was of course
given against him in the High Court of Comic
Equity. Lord Justice Knight Bruce, in pro-
nouncing it, thus compassionately chaffed the
" Lord Justice Knight Bruce said he -wished the
Court could do that which the Vice-Chancellor had done,
but he was afraid the precedents were too strong- to
enable it to do so. Still he must express his hope that the
Crown would pay Sir John Hanmkr's costs, though the
Court had no means of obtaining them for him."
Chancellor Stuart
and Mr. Baron "Wat
son dismissed the in
formation, with costs
against the Crown.
Now the Crown, by a
recent Act, is liable
to pay costs if it loses
a law-suit against anvbodv. But this Act omitted to specify Equity-suits as cases in which
the Crown should be liable. Those stupid legislators—always making some blunder or
other—no doubt forgot that Equity, meaning Chancery, is used in an ironical sense, and took
it for granted that the very name of Equity precluded the idea of the omission, to say nothing
of the refusal by the Crown to pay the costs of a subject whom it had failed m the attempt
to deprive of his property.
What a mistake! When the Crown lost the Chancery suit against Sir John Hanmer,
what did its lawyers do ? Pay the poor man his costs ? Oho ! Didn't he wish he might get
them? "Whv, yes; and, more than that, believed he should get them; for he gave his
Now, if this is not a bit of fun, what do you
call fun ? Do you call stealing and pocketing a
goose, a leg of mutton, a fish, a string of sau-
, » -,, , sages, and a hot apple-pie, fun? At least, you
snore ol tne estuary never saw any exploit of that nature, performed
by a gentleman in motley, more ridiculous than
the achievement accomplished—in Equity—at
the expense of Sir John Hanmer, by the
son dismissed the in- . Attorney-General.
formation^ witii^ costs j What increases the fun, in connection with
this case, is the fact that it is one of many
equally funny. Immense activity appears to
have lately been exhibited by the Crown law-
yers, in attempting to wrest from individuals
every bit, of every sort, of debateable property,
—mined under the sea, or reclaimed from the
bed of the sea, or from a river, or cast ashore;
and many of these attempts have failed—which
would be fun for the winners, if they had not,
in all these cases, had to pay their own costs,
which for them was no fun. Who can it be that
instructs the Attorney-General to institute
these ridiculously rapacious proceedings ?
THE TWO BREAKFASTS.
Being a couple of Domestic Interiors, exhibited by the great social
Reformer, Mr. Punch, to show what different effects may be produced
with the same materials, and that it is just as easy to take things
pleasantly as not.
DEDICATED TO ALL MARRIED COUPLES.
" Look here upon this Breakfast, and on this."
THE BROWNS AT BREAKFAST.
Mr. Brown {as Mrs. Brown enters the room). At last, Maria!
[Looks at watch). Three-quarters of an hour have you been dressing. | violet eyes
Am I ever to have any breakfast ?
Mrs. Brown. That's right, begin to nag the first thing in the morning.
[Rings rather hastily.
Mr. B. I don't know what you mean by nagging, but I know that I
shall miss the train and not be in the City till eleven o'clock.
Mrs. B. All your own fault. If you kept a brougham, and drove
into town, as everybody else about us does, you would be independent
of the trains, instead of running out with your breakfast half done, like
a two-penny clerk.
Mr. B. I don't choose to keep a brougham.
Mrs. B. And I don't choose to be hurried dressing.
[Mr. Brown, floored, takes mean shelter behind his Times, and
proceeds with his breakfast; Mrs. Brown looks at the Sup-
plement. After a pause.
Mrs. B. Lor ! Did you see that ?
Mr. B. {snappishly.'] See what?
Mrs. B. Walter Vansittart is married.
Mr. B. "What do I care ?
Mrs. B. To Margaret, youngest daughter of Edward Gates, Esq.,
of Winterpocl, Dorset. I hope she's a nice girl. I do hope she's a
nice girl. He deserves a nice wife, Walter does. She will be very
happy with him. He is so gentle and considerate with women, and
then he is so handsome.
Mr. B. Bah! Face like a doll, and fawns like a cat.
Mrs. B. Sweet manners, and the most beautiful dark hair and
[Mr. Brown, by no means answering this description, abstains from
any other answer.
Mrs. B. I am so pleased. Mrs. "Walter Vansittart, what a
delightful name to have!
Mr. B. [provoked as intended.) Pity it isn't yours.
Mrs. B. Perhaps I think so too.
Mr. B. I wish you had thought so earlier.
Mrs. B. {sighs.) Ah! {With a world of secret meaning.) Never mind.
What sweet verses Walter used to write—there was one poem which
he called " Maria in Heaven "—■
Mr. B. I wish—never mind. Now then, there's no potted beef.
What do you have empty pots brought up for ?
Mrs. B. 0, is it empty ? Poor Willy will be so glad, he begged that
Enter the Servant with various breakfast necessaries, which she deposits.
Mr. B. {inspecting them.) Bacon again. I'm tired of bacon. And pot with the picture on it, for his paint-box.
lere's an egg which Pll bet {decapitates it)—yes—of course,_but half j Mr. B. Talking of that, if I find that he has been painting my Atlas
any more, I shall give him something to remember.
Mrs. B. I don't believe the poor child has touched your book, but
you delight to find fault with him.
Mr. B. Why, confound it, can't I see with my eyes. There's a
great red smear all over France.
Mrs. B. I dare say you laid your cigar on it, or spilt your brandy
and water over it, but of course it's Willy. It was Willy that took
your letter the other day that when you had been scolding the child
you found in your other coat where you put it when you were hardly
boiled. {Savagely to Servant.) How often am I to say that I like my
eggs boiled hard ?
Servant {makes the usual answer). Boiled the usual time, Sir.
Mr. B. Don't tell me. [Exit Servant. To his Wife.) Maria, it's of
no use asking you to attend to anything.
Mrs. B. [calmly?) The cheap kitchen clock doesn't go, I believe, so
Cook can only judge by guess. If you would furnish the house
properly I dare say you would have things different.
Mr. B. You're always making some pretext to get me to buy new
things. in a state to know where you put anything.
Mrs. B. Some husbands have too much pride to need more than Mr. B. The other dav! That was last year, and you have mentioned
bnng told a thing is wanted. it fifty times since.
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