Punch or The London charivari (4.1843)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

you know, my dear, that I'm a little particular in my pickles ?
In the name of the mummy of King Cheops—certainly one of the
best preserves of the earth—what can there be in common with
domestic wrongs and domestic pickles ? This question stirred me.

tooth such happiness, the matron, decorously preparing herself for
the pleasure, merely said, " Do." ' PUNCH'S OSSIAN.
" Well, my dear," begins the injured wife, " you recollect that -,,-av
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creature, .Louisa . | argument.—Invocation to the Sun. Description cf Cormac and Cutho. The Battle.
" a very fine gal," answered Mrs. GaptOOth with some vivacity. Interruption by Beaks. King formed in next County. Cormac conqueror. Feast
" Beautiful flaxen hair, and eyes as blue as blue chaney. Where u 1,1 Holbora'
she, my dear?" /iHERE art thou?—Thou, who walkest
This question Madame Spanneu did not answer, but waving it with cr, TkJf \ £■ 1 ! o Pathways of Heaven and faintest
a real or affected shiver, kept to the story of her wrongs. "And Ss^s*, W V' "llt thou, glorying in thy strength.
ar>d not weary ?—Arise ! and send
ll?l«Brj jfc jTmTl^- night shivering to his gloomy cave.
v^^'^^^/f^^^ Arise ! that we may be glad,—that
•^.'ISgsfc*—^ H--' ff o ir hearts may rejoice.—Come forth !
but not Mrs.° Gaptooth. She'evidently felt'there was nothing / and gild Britannia's helmet. Tip her
inharmonious in the matter; for had she been a statue made to ^P^, 'wf/ff Spear with g°ld" Her sons PrePar«
speak, she could not with more tranquillity have answered,—"My , »f^clMlH<&f J for the fight.
dear I do." ^ jjL i^^^y^~~~Jr Now reach his rays the mountain
" I'm not a proud woman, Mrs. Gaptooth ; no ; my worst enemy, t0P >~now tlle riil gYldmS thr0llgh
my dear, if I have such a thing, can't say that; but I'll turn my back MsJ^l |^*>. s tne va^ev-
upon no woman for pickles. No; if I can stand upon anything in ^^i'T \ Sons of Heroes, arise !—In the field
the world, it is my onions." $I|9' ;U_" "X is Burke and the thrice-renowned
"Very true, my dear," was the corroboration of Mrs. Gaptooth. . 'fttlf } ^ Winter; neither unmindful of glory
" But the gal I" vi fjj 4f ~ are Walker and the son of Broome.
" Well, my dear, I was called to Leatherhead for a week, to see my 1| Jlpnfa^ ^ —The Giant of the West and Bun-
aunt in the jaundice. She got over that, but she can't live long, my 11|| |L'jl|%--^ Garee, of far-off-lands, await the hour
dear, and whenever she goes, there's something for us. Well, there ^Wt\|l]Pff'jip=r=^=^r when Albion's sons shall be called
was I, out a week from home, I may say, upon business ; leaving that :'J^IA [WiV -i—^EL:: to :he contest—Let not scorn gather

Louisa to keep the house. When I came back, there wasn't a walnut -^tS^^^?^^ 11 the eve of the stranger. Let not
—a bit of cabbage—not a single onion, my dear, if you'd have died ''^y^^^^fev^ his heart contemn.

for it!"
" And all with Louisa ?" asked Mrs. Gaptooth.
" My love," cried Madame Spanneu, most affectionate in her
wretchedness, " My love, I afterwards found out she'd been alto

Terrible in his might is Cormac,
the slender. Rejoicing in his power
the dark-haired Cutho. Fearless in fight are both. To them is
blood but as the juice of the vine. To them is the battle sport

gether mistress of the house ; and so the wretcli had n»t only ! Strono- and generous as the lion is Cormac. Cutho surpassing the

destroyed my peace, but ate my pickles I"

(tats1 jFas&i'ons for i$la».

As dress is at all times the first consideration with the Gents, by which
they think they maintain a position apart from the common people, who
merely trust to their own abilities, unaided by tailor or haberdasher, to
make themselves agreeable, we publish the following information for the
Gents' own advantage.
The celebrated Twelve-shilling coat of pepper-and-salt blanketing is j
now very fashionable, and forms an elegant summer costume. It is the bfood of\isToeis"the hand of Cormac. A blacker hue surrounds

tiger in fierceness.—The son of Cormac fights for glory. Unmindful
of gain is Cormac's son. From Holborn's echoing halls he comet);
to the battle. Eager is he for the fray.
—"Do I fear, "said Cutho, the fair-haired youth, the stripling
of few years ; « doth my spirit tremble ?"—A shout arises ;—" Brave
as ten thousand heroes is Cutho. To him will Victory open her ai ms.
Prepared are the lists. They join in battle. Terrible is the
struggle !—Blow re-echoeth blow. The voice of those around is
hushed. They wrestle. They fall. An invocation is made to Chrouos
of the flowing beard.—They rest.
Again the battle rages with nnequalled fierceness. Bed wit to


usually worn with Berlin gloves and cheroots, which latter favourite ■ tl d rk eyes „f Cutho The eves of Cormac catch new lire. He
articles may be purchased at a very cheap rate at various shops where a f,,- , ' nf ^, fVlo 1Tllllo "f Hnihnrn Stronger are his arms.—Fall
lithograph of Mr. Pickwick is inviting the Gents to buy. i thmks f ^a the Hebe ot "olborn. &tron er «
Some very pretty stocks have lately appeared in the windows as the sacceedeth fall. Victory smiles now on Cormac, ^uUl0'
"Gents' New Fashion." They are of light-blue satin, ornamented with
sprigs, and appear to be usually selected by fair Gents with auburn whis-
kers, upon whom they are exceedingly becoming.
White cravats which take to pieces and wash, may be purchased for
two shillings each, and are remarkably stylish. To be very aristocratic,
they should be worn with worked ends, the patterns taken from the
stamped paper on the top of French plum-boxes.
We have observed lately, that when we have gone into a shop to buy
white kid gloves, we have been invariably asked "if we should not like
straw-colour ?" This arises from the Gents usually patronising them at
eighteen-pence a pair, which look equally stylish with three-and.sixpenny-
ones, and saying they get them at " Koobegong's."
The most fashionable Gents have appeared at evening parties with their
shirt-fronts ornamented with lace-work like a lady's pocket-handkerchie',
and a piece of something pink behind it : it looks very pretty. We have
also seen them in ribbed and striped stockings or pumps, and beautiful
fancy waiistcoats of washable satin, with an under vest of some lively colour. : envious of glory—pounce upon them. As, when a dam is burst,
The tout ensemble is very striking.
Some novel articles in Gents' jewellery have made their appearance in
electro gold. Some of the ornaments resemble large white currants with
gilt eels twisting round them, and others are like blanket-pins with water
oil the brain. We have also seen some sporting Gents with mosaic heads
of horses and foxes stuck in their cravats. The majority of Gents at
prese.it wear their hands large and red, with flattened ends to the fingers.
Thick sticksare in vogue at present, especially with small Gents, which are
usually carried held by the middle, with the handle downwards and forwards.
Short canes are also exceedingly Gentish—about the length of a
tobacco-pipe. They are carried with the top plunged into the side-pocket
if the coat, and are considered by the Gents " rather the cheese."
The weather has been almost too unsettled for the introduction of the
Blouse, but a few have appeared at the shop-doors. They may be looked
for generally, in a week or two.

A DRAWN BATTLE.
The voice of the breeze whispereth distant murmurs. Shouts,
from afar-off, are borne on the wind. Nearer they approach, and
still nearer.—Do spirits view the contest? Urge they on the com-
batants i Invisible, do they watch the fray ?
Suspended are the advecse arms. Terror-stricken the multitude!
—Approaching Harpies, with forms of men and mouths of birds—

the waters flow around, so is the multitude scattered.—hear in then-
eyes—terror in their hearts.
Thus spake Kribbe, of the aged locks :
"Men of mighty arms, leave we this unpropitious place. Let us
go where Magic hath no power and Fates befriend.—Cross we yon
murmuring rill ; the Harpies dare not follow."
All obey the aged man. The rill is crossed. The fight resumed.
—Cormac the young, the slender, the brave—is victor !—Glory,
Stannum, and Renown are his ! . . . .
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In Hol-born's sounding Halls they sit.—
They laugh. They feast. They sing.—
tda fills the wine-cups.
Great is the glory of Cormac ! Humbled the pride of Cutho !—