Punch or The London charivari: Punch or The London charivari (2.1842)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

He weareth broach, but if I have

On breeding good encroached
I'm really very sorry that

I have the subject broached.

Tol lol de 161, tol liddle lol, &c.

There is a gent I now behold

A drinking of his wine,
He is a regular jolly cove

And that—that—(I beg your pardon gentlemen)—
{Cries of " Try back," " Never mind, old fellow," " Go ahead," £c.)
He is a regular jolly cove

And—('pon my word I'm hard up)—
And is a friend of mine.
Loud chorus of charitable s'udents.

Tol lol de lol, tol liddle lol, &c.

" Bravo ! Muff; famous ! capital ! you never did it better," re-
sounded from various mouths as our friend concluded.

" Now, Mr. Newcome, what's your opinion of the ancient Greeks ?"
said Manhug briskly.

Mr. Newcome started as if lie was shot, and replied " Upon my
word, Mr. Manhug, I hardly know. I've never thought about them."

? Well, then, sing a song."

Mr. Newcome blushed exceedingly, and said he really would if he
could, but he never knew one, or else he should be most happy.

"Oh, humbug!" continued Manhug; "come, fire away; some-
thing mentisental, if you don't know a comic one."

After intense confusion, Mr. Newcome was prevailed upon to
murmur " Gaily the troubadour ; " which was rendered additionally
amusing by Mr. Muff always shouting "Singing from Palestine"
everywhere but in the right place.

"There, that '11 do, Newcome," cried Mr. Jones, who was evidently
a little hazy, at the end of the second verse. " We know all the rest ;
it's as stale as a Monday bun, and much more filling at the price."

Thus burked, Mr. New-come relapsed into silence, and after several
more songs and pleasantries, Mr. Itapp voted an adjournment to
Evans's in several cabs. Who went with him, and how they fared,
remains to be told in the next number.

AN ACCOMMODATING FOX.
In the Standard we read the following :—

" The Duke of Wellington hunted on Monday with the Vine hounds.
The meet was at Ash Park, where the Duke arrived soon after eleven.
A. fox was quickly found, which enabled his Grace to return early to
Strathfieldsaye."

The condescension, the refined politeness of the fox to the Duke of
Wellington—running out, as Reynard evidently did, so very quickly, in
order to enable the hero of Waterloo to return speedily home again—is a
brutal benevolence not to be paralleled in iEsop. And yet we think we
might suggest, for a future occasion, a higher courtesy to all foxes in the
neighbourhood of his Grace. Instead of making him come to meet them
6oon after eleven, they might go

meet the duke a little before ten.

carrots classically coh«dbred.

Why scorn red hair?—the Greeks, we know,

(I note it here in charity,)
Had taste in Beaut;/, and with them

The Graces all were XdpiTcu1

COMICALITIES OF O'CONNELL.

O'Connell—the lame kangaroo deprived of his tail_affords us now

and then a bit of farce under the head " Ireland." A few days ago he
presided at a repeal joke, when he handed in " the yearly subscription to
the repeal fund of several members of his family, including 22s. from
twenty-two grandchildren ! " Noiv the thing is done : Ireland is cut off
from us : she has a parliament of her own—the brogue is lost for ever to
St. Stephen's. Can any one doubt it ? What !—when the holiness of the
cause strikes upon the breasts of babes and sucklings—when many of the
"twenty-two grandchildren" of the Liberator, with magnanimous self-
denial, cut themselves off from the comforts of gingerbread—when they
forego the solace of peg-in-the-ring—when they cease to knuckle down at
taw—when they have taken the temperance pledge against lollipop and
sugar-candy—and all for the glory and success of repeal ? The question
is evident] v going up, when it thus finds its way into the nursery.

After the solemn subject of repeal (so far as concerned the grand-
children) was discussed, Lord O'Connell "banded in one pound from the
Blessed Virgin Mary Tontine Society." This society is but little known
in England ; but in Ireland the thing is found out. For it has been dis-
covered that nobody in the society has a chance of profiting by it, since
O'Connell recommended a private friend of his own to be a member ; that
friend being no other than—the Wandering Jew !

A tradesman next handed in " two pewter medals, emblematic of the
repeal movement." Of all metals, pewter we believe to be most hateful
to Dan. However, on one side of these medals is "a representation of the
old Parliament-house, and on the other a figure of Hibernia, which is a
likeness of the Lord Mayor's eldest daughter, Mrs. Fitzsimon." We do-
not think the latter device happy. Hibernia with her stringed instrument
is poor. We would have the likeness of O'Connell himself: the simple
likeness; for, seeing the great Liberator, the imagination immediately
supplies the lyre.

TO MY ROSINANTE.

Ok ! steed of mine, I wuuld indite

A noble song to thee !
Of all thy beauties I would write,

If—any I could see !

If thoroughbred had been thy race,

I'd praise thec for thy breed :
I'd praise thee for thy limbs of grace,

But—thou art broken-knee'd !

I'd praise thec for thy flowing mane,

And talk of silken hairs,
But ah ! the falsehood would be plain,

For thine are like a bear's !

Oli ! I would praise thee for thy speed,

Which ne'er was known to fail,
And call thec Pegasus, my steed—

But_thou art like a snail.

I'd praise thy paces, safe though slow.
Which ne'er betray'd thy backers ;
* * • •

You stumbling brute ! —By Heaven! yor. ?o
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