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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 33
THE QUEEN'S VISIT
TO THE "PUNCH" PINR ART EXHIBITION.
er Majesty and Prince Albert, previous
to this splendid collection being thrown
open to the public in the pages of Punch,
were invited to a private view, at the
extensive studio in Whitefriars.
At an early hour, Mr. Jones (not the
George,) was in attendance to receive the
royal guests ; but, it was pithily observed,
that the more he kept on waiting, the more
did the royal couple seem disposed to keep
on not coming. At about twelve o'clock,
a rattling of carriage-wheels in Bouverie-
street announced the arrival of the royal
corteye, consisting of a single carriage ;
which, by a good deal of ingenious backing
and manoeuvring, was successfully jammed
up into the corner of Lombard-street, pre-
cisely opposite the principal entrance to
the studio of the establishment. Lombard-street (Whitefriars)—our
Lombard-street—presented a scene of extraordinary commotion. The
white banner of Marseilles—belonging to the order of the washed quilt
■—floated from the second-floor window of the laundress at No. 5 ; while
mignonette gushed from a broken tea-pot at the attic of No. 2 ; and a
sweet-pea, at No. 6, was twining itself fervently round a piece of string
with all that clinging ardour of attachment which none but lovers and
scarlet-beans are in the habit of exhibiting.
The fowls in the romantic little street of the adventurous Lombards,
had clustered beneath a truck full of stereotype plates, which was standing
near, and a cloud having given way with a most creditable feeling of
courtesy, the sun was enabled to lend the scene its animating countenance.
Mr. Smith was immediately at the door of the royal carriage, and with
considerable presence of mind began to whistle the National Anthem, as
he led the way to the studio— the road to greatness is always difficult to
mount, which accounts for the fact that Punch's studio is only approach-
able by a perpendicular flight of steps, which the courteous would call a
staircase, but to which stern unflinching truth could only affix the name j EQUESTRIAN PEAT OF THE PRINCE OP WALES,
of ladder. Perhaps, good-nature might take a middle course, and use the
milder term of " flight of steps," though nothing but delicacy prevents us /g^W- AST Frida-V and Saturday the " Court Circular" musl
ITALIAN INTELLIGENCE!!
PUNCH OFFICE, HALF-FJS7 KINS.
TAKING OF VENICE 1!!
We have received a telegraphic despatch from our own correspondent,
announcing the taking of Venice—by a sheriff's officer. The distress
under which this model of a city has fallen is a distress for rent, and the
individual who acted as its Doge has calmly surrendered the republic into
the hands of the sheriff of Middlesex. The circumstance has suggested
the following poetical fragment :—
0 Venice, Queen of cities—freedom's home !
Fair subject of the poet's noblest song !
Who wert but second to immortal Rome,
Venice ! whose Doges in a uoodly throng
Would fill a page of history six yards long,
Has all thy glory vanished in a day,
Has poverty for thee, then, beat its gong ?
Isle of the free, the beautiful, the gay,
Hast thou been seized for rent, thy masters could not pay]
I stood in Venice—at the Egyptian Hall,
A lamp shop and a stationer's on each hand,
I saw alarm its owner's heart appal,
As a rude bailiff—one of Levy's band—
The rent of the apartment did demand.
I marked the owner's very vacant stare,
And still more vacant purse—that model grand,
I heard the bailiff say, he might not spare.
Taking his warrant out, he read his duty there.
( Two hours later from Piccadilly.)
We are glad to find that the principal singers of Her Majesty's Theatre
have volunteered their services for a concert to be devoted to redeeming
Venice if possible from the grasp of its captors. If music once moved
the rocks, it may touch the hearts of the bailiffs. We shall be delighted
to hear that Venice, the city of pasteboard palaces, is once more free.
from denouncing the means of ascent as a ladder, assuming the arrogant
aspect of a genuine staircase.
Mr Smith walked with considerable dignity up the steps, followed by
the royal couple, who, on arriving at the top, were conducted into the
cutting-room. Here Prince Albert looked round him with evident delight,
and observing a box on the chimney-piece, inquired its use. On being
told it was for contributions, he liberally dropped two jokes into it;J f| airings," and the announcement has no doubt
which, on his Royal Highness's departure, were taken out, and distributed
among the boys engaged on the establishment
At a signal from Mr. Smith, the door of the studio itself was suddenly
thrown open, and Mr. Jones was discovered, attended by two devils-in-
ordinary, who formed in single line, and preceded the royal visitors in
the direction of the fire-place. Her Majesty and the Prince then
examined very minutely the collection of cartoons and statues which are
given in the present number of Punch. The figure of " Hume tying his
Highlow," was objected to by the Queen, on the ground that the expres-
sion of the highlow was tame, and wanted sole, though Her Majesty
admired the idea of Hume being exhibited in the very act of putting his
foot in it.
A property dejeuner, of which it was known the royal visitors would
not partake, had been borrowed from one of the theatres, and the royal
couple, having expressed their wish to retire, Mr. Jones conducted them
to the carriage, of which Mr. Smith opened the door, and the ceremony
of backing, plunging, rearing, capering, cracking of the whip, &c , having
been again gone through, Her Majesty and the Prince returned to the
Palace.
HUNGERFORD AND HER BRIDGES.
Thk works at the Hungerford Suspension Bridge are proceeding at
their usual pace, and we are told that " on Friday wooden cradles were
placed at each of the pillars in the centre of the river, for the men to
work in." Nothing could be more appropriate than these cradles, which
have been thought necessary in consequence of the men engaged in the
work having been for some time past going to sleep over it. The directors
of the Company, however, declare that the cradles have been resorted to
because the concern is at present only in its infancy. We can only
attribute the reluctant amorous delay, evinced by the Proprietors in
putting up their chains, to an inclination to have their u linked sweet-
ness long drawn out."
have given to British enthusiasm one of tho.-e
tremendous stirs which British enthusiasm,
bounding and bubbling about in British bosoms
can alone experience. For several months the
public have been accustomed to hear that
the Royal Family had taken their usual
raised up before every loyal eye a pleasing
picture of Royal cherubim shuffling along the
ground on their precious little tootens, sup-
ported by the hands of nurses. But who could
have been prepared for the startling, nay, the
stunning, but withal, the gratifying, intelligence
that the Prince of Wales " rode out on a
pony." " The stability of the Throne," syys
Jones, " depends on the certainty of the suc-
cession"—and when we find the heir-apparent
firmly seated on a pony, we must feel that the House of Brunswick
becomes more firmly seated in the affections of the people. Our heart
canters, our blood gallops through our veins, and our patriotism rears
proudly up, when we think we have got a Prince of Wales who is
learning to hold the reins of power by an early experience iu holding the
bridle.
We understand that his Royal Highness went round the small lawn at
the back of the kitchen-garden, at the rate of three miles an hour, held
on only by two attendants, and that this " rapid act of ponymanship" gave
the highest satisfaction to the select party who were invited to witness the
Prince's " Scenes in the Circle." It was said that nothing had been wit-
nessed at Astley's in the same style that could come near to the equestrian
exhibition of the little Prince, whose " daring flight over a buttercup "
would make a line in one of Astley's bills, that even Mr. Stickney would
find it difficult to carry out to the full satisfaction of an audience.
Foreign Intelligence.
We have received, by Extraordinary Express, despatches from Spain.
They contain nothing new—excepting that there has been no change of
Ministry during the present month.. This is the more astonishing, as two
weeks have already elapsed.
Should such an event occur before 12 o'clock, we will certainly publish
a Second Edition.
Vol.. 7.
2
THE QUEEN'S VISIT
TO THE "PUNCH" PINR ART EXHIBITION.
er Majesty and Prince Albert, previous
to this splendid collection being thrown
open to the public in the pages of Punch,
were invited to a private view, at the
extensive studio in Whitefriars.
At an early hour, Mr. Jones (not the
George,) was in attendance to receive the
royal guests ; but, it was pithily observed,
that the more he kept on waiting, the more
did the royal couple seem disposed to keep
on not coming. At about twelve o'clock,
a rattling of carriage-wheels in Bouverie-
street announced the arrival of the royal
corteye, consisting of a single carriage ;
which, by a good deal of ingenious backing
and manoeuvring, was successfully jammed
up into the corner of Lombard-street, pre-
cisely opposite the principal entrance to
the studio of the establishment. Lombard-street (Whitefriars)—our
Lombard-street—presented a scene of extraordinary commotion. The
white banner of Marseilles—belonging to the order of the washed quilt
■—floated from the second-floor window of the laundress at No. 5 ; while
mignonette gushed from a broken tea-pot at the attic of No. 2 ; and a
sweet-pea, at No. 6, was twining itself fervently round a piece of string
with all that clinging ardour of attachment which none but lovers and
scarlet-beans are in the habit of exhibiting.
The fowls in the romantic little street of the adventurous Lombards,
had clustered beneath a truck full of stereotype plates, which was standing
near, and a cloud having given way with a most creditable feeling of
courtesy, the sun was enabled to lend the scene its animating countenance.
Mr. Smith was immediately at the door of the royal carriage, and with
considerable presence of mind began to whistle the National Anthem, as
he led the way to the studio— the road to greatness is always difficult to
mount, which accounts for the fact that Punch's studio is only approach-
able by a perpendicular flight of steps, which the courteous would call a
staircase, but to which stern unflinching truth could only affix the name j EQUESTRIAN PEAT OF THE PRINCE OP WALES,
of ladder. Perhaps, good-nature might take a middle course, and use the
milder term of " flight of steps," though nothing but delicacy prevents us /g^W- AST Frida-V and Saturday the " Court Circular" musl
ITALIAN INTELLIGENCE!!
PUNCH OFFICE, HALF-FJS7 KINS.
TAKING OF VENICE 1!!
We have received a telegraphic despatch from our own correspondent,
announcing the taking of Venice—by a sheriff's officer. The distress
under which this model of a city has fallen is a distress for rent, and the
individual who acted as its Doge has calmly surrendered the republic into
the hands of the sheriff of Middlesex. The circumstance has suggested
the following poetical fragment :—
0 Venice, Queen of cities—freedom's home !
Fair subject of the poet's noblest song !
Who wert but second to immortal Rome,
Venice ! whose Doges in a uoodly throng
Would fill a page of history six yards long,
Has all thy glory vanished in a day,
Has poverty for thee, then, beat its gong ?
Isle of the free, the beautiful, the gay,
Hast thou been seized for rent, thy masters could not pay]
I stood in Venice—at the Egyptian Hall,
A lamp shop and a stationer's on each hand,
I saw alarm its owner's heart appal,
As a rude bailiff—one of Levy's band—
The rent of the apartment did demand.
I marked the owner's very vacant stare,
And still more vacant purse—that model grand,
I heard the bailiff say, he might not spare.
Taking his warrant out, he read his duty there.
( Two hours later from Piccadilly.)
We are glad to find that the principal singers of Her Majesty's Theatre
have volunteered their services for a concert to be devoted to redeeming
Venice if possible from the grasp of its captors. If music once moved
the rocks, it may touch the hearts of the bailiffs. We shall be delighted
to hear that Venice, the city of pasteboard palaces, is once more free.
from denouncing the means of ascent as a ladder, assuming the arrogant
aspect of a genuine staircase.
Mr Smith walked with considerable dignity up the steps, followed by
the royal couple, who, on arriving at the top, were conducted into the
cutting-room. Here Prince Albert looked round him with evident delight,
and observing a box on the chimney-piece, inquired its use. On being
told it was for contributions, he liberally dropped two jokes into it;J f| airings," and the announcement has no doubt
which, on his Royal Highness's departure, were taken out, and distributed
among the boys engaged on the establishment
At a signal from Mr. Smith, the door of the studio itself was suddenly
thrown open, and Mr. Jones was discovered, attended by two devils-in-
ordinary, who formed in single line, and preceded the royal visitors in
the direction of the fire-place. Her Majesty and the Prince then
examined very minutely the collection of cartoons and statues which are
given in the present number of Punch. The figure of " Hume tying his
Highlow," was objected to by the Queen, on the ground that the expres-
sion of the highlow was tame, and wanted sole, though Her Majesty
admired the idea of Hume being exhibited in the very act of putting his
foot in it.
A property dejeuner, of which it was known the royal visitors would
not partake, had been borrowed from one of the theatres, and the royal
couple, having expressed their wish to retire, Mr. Jones conducted them
to the carriage, of which Mr. Smith opened the door, and the ceremony
of backing, plunging, rearing, capering, cracking of the whip, &c , having
been again gone through, Her Majesty and the Prince returned to the
Palace.
HUNGERFORD AND HER BRIDGES.
Thk works at the Hungerford Suspension Bridge are proceeding at
their usual pace, and we are told that " on Friday wooden cradles were
placed at each of the pillars in the centre of the river, for the men to
work in." Nothing could be more appropriate than these cradles, which
have been thought necessary in consequence of the men engaged in the
work having been for some time past going to sleep over it. The directors
of the Company, however, declare that the cradles have been resorted to
because the concern is at present only in its infancy. We can only
attribute the reluctant amorous delay, evinced by the Proprietors in
putting up their chains, to an inclination to have their u linked sweet-
ness long drawn out."
have given to British enthusiasm one of tho.-e
tremendous stirs which British enthusiasm,
bounding and bubbling about in British bosoms
can alone experience. For several months the
public have been accustomed to hear that
the Royal Family had taken their usual
raised up before every loyal eye a pleasing
picture of Royal cherubim shuffling along the
ground on their precious little tootens, sup-
ported by the hands of nurses. But who could
have been prepared for the startling, nay, the
stunning, but withal, the gratifying, intelligence
that the Prince of Wales " rode out on a
pony." " The stability of the Throne," syys
Jones, " depends on the certainty of the suc-
cession"—and when we find the heir-apparent
firmly seated on a pony, we must feel that the House of Brunswick
becomes more firmly seated in the affections of the people. Our heart
canters, our blood gallops through our veins, and our patriotism rears
proudly up, when we think we have got a Prince of Wales who is
learning to hold the reins of power by an early experience iu holding the
bridle.
We understand that his Royal Highness went round the small lawn at
the back of the kitchen-garden, at the rate of three miles an hour, held
on only by two attendants, and that this " rapid act of ponymanship" gave
the highest satisfaction to the select party who were invited to witness the
Prince's " Scenes in the Circle." It was said that nothing had been wit-
nessed at Astley's in the same style that could come near to the equestrian
exhibition of the little Prince, whose " daring flight over a buttercup "
would make a line in one of Astley's bills, that even Mr. Stickney would
find it difficult to carry out to the full satisfaction of an audience.
Foreign Intelligence.
We have received, by Extraordinary Express, despatches from Spain.
They contain nothing new—excepting that there has been no change of
Ministry during the present month.. This is the more astonishing, as two
weeks have already elapsed.
Should such an event occur before 12 o'clock, we will certainly publish
a Second Edition.
Vol.. 7.
2