DOI issue:
January to June, 1844
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16519#0052
54 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ment opposite the railings of the church was occupied by a select party of
juveniles, and the kerbetone of the Straud. commanding a view of the
clock, was appropriated to a few friends of the watchmaker. The beadle'3
party had-secured a private lamp-post to view the proceedings, and the
general company stood in groups ou the open space opposite the western
door-way.
Every thing being in readiness for the clock to be set right, the church-
warden summoned the pendulum, in the Queen's name, to resume its
functions, and the company outside having given three cheers for tho
main-spring, the groups began gradually to disperse, expressing them-
selves highly delighted with the very novel sight afforded them.
THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE.
L'uke Jsnkins.—" Oh, there is plenty of it !—Here Prince Metteruich
lays—
" Ecoutez, mun cher, les jeunes femmes que vous a>:ez co.\nuz sunt mortes."
Bt.PayPs.—"The blundering German !"
Jenkins,—
We say a collection of bijouterie and vielleries."
St. PauVs.—" A pretty word, but not in the Dictionary."
Jenkins.—"Here is a passage which I really hardly dare trust myself
to read. It is the most affecting thing I ever read. The two greatest
statesmen of the age—Lord L. and Prince Metteruich—are con-
Tersiag together. They speak of the brilliant Congress of Vienna,
and the kings and heroes who assembled. ' Where are they all
now V exclaims the greatest statesman (but one) oi the age—I mean
Prince Metteruich— {From the Observer's own Correspondent).
" Que de changemens, que de monde est mort!.....Et pour les pUnipotentiaires | _JR\ eeting to the truth, or what we thought to be
its sunt tous mort uussi, f'ous," turning to Lord L., "grdc-s au del, vousvoili. Le /jfffivA. the truth, we last week intimated—but we
~reCat,H«reagh, quejeregretteruii^ours-TalUyrund est tnort-Cathmrt, Uest f|f"/A never pledge ourselves, for when we are
" Nun, it existe toujour*," said Lord L. // pledged we are frequently taken in—that
" Et bieti dans ce cas-li, celhi-l! n'jest pas mo.t I" ^ pfpSF // Webster had had no comedies worth any-
Flesh and blood could bear it no longer ; the fine eyes of your sg^iSik £ thing sent in, and that if he had, it was not
dear husband filled rapidly with tears ; his voice, always sweet, now m jy likely that, looking at the state of the stage,
gave way in an uncontrollable burst of emotion ; and when he came ''^^Ut/'^ *ie wou^ think so. We have had a letter
to this passage, he dropped the book, and fell lifeless into the arms of 1 /S^tt^v i'roln ^r-^*euster> telling us \\ hat we already
the astonished Lady Barbican. This little circonstance attenuant (this' eSbS^v knew, for several of our friends have been
affecting circumstance) put an abrupt finale to our soiree. We asked /fl^^^pN hinting as much, that we are quite wrong,
Lord Billingsgate to lead our dear Duke home ; but his Lordship 1 l^^m^^^ which we delight in being told when we are,
said he must be off, as he had other fish to fry ; Lord St. Paul's left , HHw^^Iw which is almost always. We only speak as
us, inviting us all to his ball ; and your darling husband was left to flw we think, or at least we try to do so ; and if
.go home by himself. It was one o'clock ; one's maid had been in
waiting with one's pattens, I don't know how long ; and when one
got home, one was quite glad to get to oue's bed and dream of one
of the most delightful soirees one ever enjoyed.
A thousand compliments from Lord P. to the Duke. How is your
dear Grace this morning ?—one sighs to know ! Write, write to one's
faithful— Giuditta.
Shorts Gardens.
7 > her Grace the Duchess of Jenkins.
TAKING A HINT.
ocsin Punch,—I write to thank you for the
"Hint" you gave in your Almanack* "to
Country Cousins " for buying birds in Regent-
street with old clothes. &c. 1 have now a
most excellent aviary. Every coat, shoe, stock-
ing, handkerchief, shirt, book, or old thing that
was useless, 1 have long since exchanged for
ornithological specimens.
Out of gratitude, I send you the list cf my
warbling collection : —
A pair of Wellington boots, that I have
taught to draw water like anything.
A German pipe, that whistles beautifully.
A pair of silk stockings under a course of sulphur.
A satin waistcoat that is very fond of sugar.
Burus's Poems, and a lancet-case, both in full song, aud
Haif a dozen pair of Russia ducks, that at present are moulting.
I hope in time to add to my collection a pair of corduroys 1 am now
wearing ; and a shooting-coat which is nearly out of the elbows.
Yours, most gratefully, Punch,
A Codntet Cousin.
If I send you a great coat, which is in beautiful feather, would it be
9afe at the office •
we do not, we can only say we do our best,
"'?(Wfii M V1 which is often worse for ourselves—at least
^tv. we continually find it so.
___^ TO, Everybody, that is to say, everybody we
Jg meet, at least all who speak to us, which is
^^n/ - «^ not exactly everybody, is talking about Strick-
land's " Falstaff," that is to say, if "Falstaff"
(which so many actors have filled, though nobody ever did fill it
except Stephen Kemble, who played it without stuffiug—not but
what he had a good deal of what the actors term stuff about
him)—can be called Strickland's.
Some prefer him,—we mean of course, Stephen Kemble, though
we might be thought to mean Strickland—in the part, for the latter
is a very fine actor, and always knows what he is about, excepting of
course when he is carried away by excitement, and then he never
goes too far,—or if he does, he comes back again,—at least we
always thought so, that is to say, whenever we thought upon the sub-
ject at all—which is very seldom. Nevertheless, our own opinion is,
that Strickland is not so dignified as John Kemble, but that does not
prevent us from comparing him with Stephen, who would not have
competed with his brother, that is to say his own brother, for we do
not of course allude to Strickland's brother, nor do we know if he
has a brother, and if he has, he is certainly not upon the stage,—at
least in Loudon ; at all events, if he is, we do not know of it ; aud if
we did, we do not see why we should be called upon—not that we
mean to say any one has called upon us—to notice it. Some people
think Bannister beat Stephen Kemble ; but that makes no difference ;
and though some have preferred Suett, we never liked Suett, at
least as an actor, though at the dinner-table—we don't mean in beef
—Suett was always acceptable.
^3(5JX(£?B having the interest of the Nation at heart, has determined
to take on himself the extreme labour of being present frequently
in both HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT during the ensuing Session.
To show Ids fitness for this task (as well as for everything else),
he will, in his next Number, present his readers with a splendid
illustration, drawn by KsfiNNV Meadows, aud occupyiug Two Pages ;
being
THE CLOCK OF ST. CLEMENT'S.
Wjs have received several complaints on the subject of the Clock of St.
'Clements, which has caused the greatest inconvenience since it has been -p tt v P T-T ' Q
put vigli t, by the confusion it occasions to those who, having been accustomed 1 U 11 w n O
to see it always wrong, are now more than ever misled by it. Like the , fi ~» y ■ .
boy who cried " wolf " so long, that at last no one believed him when the , jvTU'VCV Of %>({X\\tl\\\t\\X
wolf really came, the clock of St. Clements has been so long at variance ,
with the truth, that no one, now that it is actually right, attaches the j x OK 16A4-.
smallest credit to it.
The ceremony of setting the clock going, was an extremely solemn one,
&nd caused the greatest excitement among the bystanders. The pave-
No. 129.
Printed by William Bradburv. of No. 6. York Flace, Stoke Newi&gCon, and Frederick Muliett Evan»,
Of No 7, Church Ko» , Stoke Newingtoa, both in the County ..! Middlesex. Printer!, at their
Office In Lombard Street, in the Precinct of H hketiiars, in the Cnv ot London, and published «»
Joseph Smith, ol No. 53, St. John n Wood Terr.,ce. Regent's Park, in the Parish ot Mar) le bone, la-
the Countv of Middlesex, at the Office. No 194. Straod, in the Pariah oi St. Clemeat Danes, u. u-
County of .Middlesex.—SiTcKUAH. JiNL'AR* 2.", 1*4-4.
ment opposite the railings of the church was occupied by a select party of
juveniles, and the kerbetone of the Straud. commanding a view of the
clock, was appropriated to a few friends of the watchmaker. The beadle'3
party had-secured a private lamp-post to view the proceedings, and the
general company stood in groups ou the open space opposite the western
door-way.
Every thing being in readiness for the clock to be set right, the church-
warden summoned the pendulum, in the Queen's name, to resume its
functions, and the company outside having given three cheers for tho
main-spring, the groups began gradually to disperse, expressing them-
selves highly delighted with the very novel sight afforded them.
THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE.
L'uke Jsnkins.—" Oh, there is plenty of it !—Here Prince Metteruich
lays—
" Ecoutez, mun cher, les jeunes femmes que vous a>:ez co.\nuz sunt mortes."
Bt.PayPs.—"The blundering German !"
Jenkins,—
We say a collection of bijouterie and vielleries."
St. PauVs.—" A pretty word, but not in the Dictionary."
Jenkins.—"Here is a passage which I really hardly dare trust myself
to read. It is the most affecting thing I ever read. The two greatest
statesmen of the age—Lord L. and Prince Metteruich—are con-
Tersiag together. They speak of the brilliant Congress of Vienna,
and the kings and heroes who assembled. ' Where are they all
now V exclaims the greatest statesman (but one) oi the age—I mean
Prince Metteruich— {From the Observer's own Correspondent).
" Que de changemens, que de monde est mort!.....Et pour les pUnipotentiaires | _JR\ eeting to the truth, or what we thought to be
its sunt tous mort uussi, f'ous," turning to Lord L., "grdc-s au del, vousvoili. Le /jfffivA. the truth, we last week intimated—but we
~reCat,H«reagh, quejeregretteruii^ours-TalUyrund est tnort-Cathmrt, Uest f|f"/A never pledge ourselves, for when we are
" Nun, it existe toujour*," said Lord L. // pledged we are frequently taken in—that
" Et bieti dans ce cas-li, celhi-l! n'jest pas mo.t I" ^ pfpSF // Webster had had no comedies worth any-
Flesh and blood could bear it no longer ; the fine eyes of your sg^iSik £ thing sent in, and that if he had, it was not
dear husband filled rapidly with tears ; his voice, always sweet, now m jy likely that, looking at the state of the stage,
gave way in an uncontrollable burst of emotion ; and when he came ''^^Ut/'^ *ie wou^ think so. We have had a letter
to this passage, he dropped the book, and fell lifeless into the arms of 1 /S^tt^v i'roln ^r-^*euster> telling us \\ hat we already
the astonished Lady Barbican. This little circonstance attenuant (this' eSbS^v knew, for several of our friends have been
affecting circumstance) put an abrupt finale to our soiree. We asked /fl^^^pN hinting as much, that we are quite wrong,
Lord Billingsgate to lead our dear Duke home ; but his Lordship 1 l^^m^^^ which we delight in being told when we are,
said he must be off, as he had other fish to fry ; Lord St. Paul's left , HHw^^Iw which is almost always. We only speak as
us, inviting us all to his ball ; and your darling husband was left to flw we think, or at least we try to do so ; and if
.go home by himself. It was one o'clock ; one's maid had been in
waiting with one's pattens, I don't know how long ; and when one
got home, one was quite glad to get to oue's bed and dream of one
of the most delightful soirees one ever enjoyed.
A thousand compliments from Lord P. to the Duke. How is your
dear Grace this morning ?—one sighs to know ! Write, write to one's
faithful— Giuditta.
Shorts Gardens.
7 > her Grace the Duchess of Jenkins.
TAKING A HINT.
ocsin Punch,—I write to thank you for the
"Hint" you gave in your Almanack* "to
Country Cousins " for buying birds in Regent-
street with old clothes. &c. 1 have now a
most excellent aviary. Every coat, shoe, stock-
ing, handkerchief, shirt, book, or old thing that
was useless, 1 have long since exchanged for
ornithological specimens.
Out of gratitude, I send you the list cf my
warbling collection : —
A pair of Wellington boots, that I have
taught to draw water like anything.
A German pipe, that whistles beautifully.
A pair of silk stockings under a course of sulphur.
A satin waistcoat that is very fond of sugar.
Burus's Poems, and a lancet-case, both in full song, aud
Haif a dozen pair of Russia ducks, that at present are moulting.
I hope in time to add to my collection a pair of corduroys 1 am now
wearing ; and a shooting-coat which is nearly out of the elbows.
Yours, most gratefully, Punch,
A Codntet Cousin.
If I send you a great coat, which is in beautiful feather, would it be
9afe at the office •
we do not, we can only say we do our best,
"'?(Wfii M V1 which is often worse for ourselves—at least
^tv. we continually find it so.
___^ TO, Everybody, that is to say, everybody we
Jg meet, at least all who speak to us, which is
^^n/ - «^ not exactly everybody, is talking about Strick-
land's " Falstaff," that is to say, if "Falstaff"
(which so many actors have filled, though nobody ever did fill it
except Stephen Kemble, who played it without stuffiug—not but
what he had a good deal of what the actors term stuff about
him)—can be called Strickland's.
Some prefer him,—we mean of course, Stephen Kemble, though
we might be thought to mean Strickland—in the part, for the latter
is a very fine actor, and always knows what he is about, excepting of
course when he is carried away by excitement, and then he never
goes too far,—or if he does, he comes back again,—at least we
always thought so, that is to say, whenever we thought upon the sub-
ject at all—which is very seldom. Nevertheless, our own opinion is,
that Strickland is not so dignified as John Kemble, but that does not
prevent us from comparing him with Stephen, who would not have
competed with his brother, that is to say his own brother, for we do
not of course allude to Strickland's brother, nor do we know if he
has a brother, and if he has, he is certainly not upon the stage,—at
least in Loudon ; at all events, if he is, we do not know of it ; aud if
we did, we do not see why we should be called upon—not that we
mean to say any one has called upon us—to notice it. Some people
think Bannister beat Stephen Kemble ; but that makes no difference ;
and though some have preferred Suett, we never liked Suett, at
least as an actor, though at the dinner-table—we don't mean in beef
—Suett was always acceptable.
^3(5JX(£?B having the interest of the Nation at heart, has determined
to take on himself the extreme labour of being present frequently
in both HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT during the ensuing Session.
To show Ids fitness for this task (as well as for everything else),
he will, in his next Number, present his readers with a splendid
illustration, drawn by KsfiNNV Meadows, aud occupyiug Two Pages ;
being
THE CLOCK OF ST. CLEMENT'S.
Wjs have received several complaints on the subject of the Clock of St.
'Clements, which has caused the greatest inconvenience since it has been -p tt v P T-T ' Q
put vigli t, by the confusion it occasions to those who, having been accustomed 1 U 11 w n O
to see it always wrong, are now more than ever misled by it. Like the , fi ~» y ■ .
boy who cried " wolf " so long, that at last no one believed him when the , jvTU'VCV Of %>({X\\tl\\\t\\X
wolf really came, the clock of St. Clements has been so long at variance ,
with the truth, that no one, now that it is actually right, attaches the j x OK 16A4-.
smallest credit to it.
The ceremony of setting the clock going, was an extremely solemn one,
&nd caused the greatest excitement among the bystanders. The pave-
No. 129.
Printed by William Bradburv. of No. 6. York Flace, Stoke Newi&gCon, and Frederick Muliett Evan»,
Of No 7, Church Ko» , Stoke Newingtoa, both in the County ..! Middlesex. Printer!, at their
Office In Lombard Street, in the Precinct of H hketiiars, in the Cnv ot London, and published «»
Joseph Smith, ol No. 53, St. John n Wood Terr.,ce. Regent's Park, in the Parish ot Mar) le bone, la-
the Countv of Middlesex, at the Office. No 194. Straod, in the Pariah oi St. Clemeat Danes, u. u-
County of .Middlesex.—SiTcKUAH. JiNL'AR* 2.", 1*4-4.