DOI issue:
July to December, 1844
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16520#0061
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE,
The Spectator of Sunday last is as kind as it is usually enthusiastic.
In the very fulness of its benevolence it recommends to the Haymarket
manager—" if he mistrusts bis own judgment " (and we should like to
lee the manager who ever did)—a certain lady, a retired actress, to read
the comedies rejected by the committee.
" There is a lady (says the Spectator) whom he might consult with
advantage; whose judgment it impartial arid discriminating, and who is
skilful in suggesting emendations ! "
Really, this is too modest; for can there be a doubt that the Spectator
suggests no other than the old gentlewoman who writes dramatic criticimnr
for its own columns ? This beats the bashfulness of Brougham !
A LETTER FROM THE BOY JONES.
The following letter, addressed by the Boy Jones to his uncle Mr.
Gecroe Jones, has been forwarded to us. It doth, in a singular manner,
prove the truth of Punch's speculation in his last, that the Boy Jones has
been appointed by Ministers as a Boy of Observation on the Boy
Joinville,—the Warspite, be it remembered, being on the Gibraltar
station :—
" To George Jones, Esq.,
"Foreign and British Institute, Hanover-square.
" H.M.S, Warspite, Gibraltar-Roads, July 10.
" My dear Uncle,
" Here we are, as merry as grigs ! Such a go ! We've been
dodging Johnvill just as I used to dodge the pages and housemaids in
Buckingham Palace. The day before yesterday he conies here, and starts
next morning to Tangier (just off where I tumbled overboard), and comes
back again at night to take his mess with the Governor, old Sir Robert
Wilson. Sir Bobby never had the civility to ask me but that made no
difference I quietly dropped myself overboard, got ashore, and down the
chimney into the Governor's house. All dinner-time 1 stowed myself
in an empty wine cooler, and saw and heard everything. Master John-
vill—a sly-looking chap that, uncle—palavered it very well. They
drank hi* health ; and then he got up and drank England's health and
Vic's health, (bless the little lady ! how is she 1) and said he hoped that
the English lion and the Gallic cock would play with one another till the
world's end ; that he loved England very much, indeed, and wouldn't mind
Bpending all his days in an English three-decker, he'd such a taking for
that sort of thing. When he said this, I could see that some of our blue-
jackets winked at one another, just as much as to say, 1 wish you may i
get it.
" Then the Prince talked about a book he had writ ; and putting one of.
his hands upon his bosom, and taking the other to stroke down his tip (that
hangs from his chin for all the world like a swab of horsehair), he said |
that if he had written the book, he didn't mean anything in it. He said j
that nobody prayed against war more than he did ; that nobody loved the I
English so much as he did ; that he'd rather die than hurt a hair in the
British Lion's tail, and a good deal more flummery of the sort without
blushing a bit more than a figure-head. And then he tossed off his grog
to the glory of the British navy; and then I saw our blue-jackets wink
at one another again, and so the toasting ended.
"When the Prince went away he embraced the Governor, giving him
such a hug that all the blood in his body flew into his face—and then the
Prince embraced the Captains, and then the Lieutenants,—and I did
think he was going on with the Midshipmen,—but he brought himself up
with a round turn, and then with a low bow, sheered off. This is all I
can write to you at present. However, if anything else happens, you shall
Slave all the particulars from
" Your affectionate nephew,
« Geo. Jones, Esq, " Thk Boy Jones.
" P.S. 1 am sorry to say that your book of Ancient America that you
,iCave me has been thrown overboard, by order of the Captain ; its weight
was found so to stop the ship's sailing. I thought, as I read it, that it got
heavier and heavier every day : and so it turned out ; for it took ten men
at last to throw it overboard. If you write anything more, don't send it
to me, for the Captain swears 'twill waterlog the vessel.
" I send you my picture. It was done by the cook's mate, who's got
quite a taste that way. He asked me to ask you if you could get it into
some of the newspapers that prints pictures of public people. His charge
(he says) is eighteen-pence a-head."
THE SECRET POST COMMITTEE.
Sir Robert Peel grauts Mr. Duncombe a committee to inquire into
the iniquities practised at the Post-office, but will not suffer Mr. Dun-
combe to give the committee value by his presence. This liberality is not.
unlike the generosity of good Doctor Primrose, who gives each of his
girls a guinea, with the understanding that they are never to spend it.
Generous Sympathy.
It seems, from an account in the French newspapers, that the interest
upon Louis Philippe's fortune is only 55 francs a minute ! We under-
stand that Rothschild, when he read this, was so moved that he actually
shed tears, " as he never could have believed there was such destitution
in the world."
i'rinted by William Bradbury, of No 6. York Place, Stoke Newinxton, and Frederick Mullet Evani,
of No. 7, Church Row, Stoke Newinjrton, both in the County of Middlesex, Printers,, at their
Ortica la Lombard Street, in the Precinct of Whitefriars, in the City of London, and published by
Joseph Smith, Publisher, of No. 53 St. John's Wood Terrace, St. John's Wood Road. Ream's Park,
in the. County of Middlesex, at the Office, No 194, Strand, 1m the Parish of St. Clement Danes, la
the County of M iddlesex.—Saturoay. Juiy27 ltf+4.
THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE,
The Spectator of Sunday last is as kind as it is usually enthusiastic.
In the very fulness of its benevolence it recommends to the Haymarket
manager—" if he mistrusts bis own judgment " (and we should like to
lee the manager who ever did)—a certain lady, a retired actress, to read
the comedies rejected by the committee.
" There is a lady (says the Spectator) whom he might consult with
advantage; whose judgment it impartial arid discriminating, and who is
skilful in suggesting emendations ! "
Really, this is too modest; for can there be a doubt that the Spectator
suggests no other than the old gentlewoman who writes dramatic criticimnr
for its own columns ? This beats the bashfulness of Brougham !
A LETTER FROM THE BOY JONES.
The following letter, addressed by the Boy Jones to his uncle Mr.
Gecroe Jones, has been forwarded to us. It doth, in a singular manner,
prove the truth of Punch's speculation in his last, that the Boy Jones has
been appointed by Ministers as a Boy of Observation on the Boy
Joinville,—the Warspite, be it remembered, being on the Gibraltar
station :—
" To George Jones, Esq.,
"Foreign and British Institute, Hanover-square.
" H.M.S, Warspite, Gibraltar-Roads, July 10.
" My dear Uncle,
" Here we are, as merry as grigs ! Such a go ! We've been
dodging Johnvill just as I used to dodge the pages and housemaids in
Buckingham Palace. The day before yesterday he conies here, and starts
next morning to Tangier (just off where I tumbled overboard), and comes
back again at night to take his mess with the Governor, old Sir Robert
Wilson. Sir Bobby never had the civility to ask me but that made no
difference I quietly dropped myself overboard, got ashore, and down the
chimney into the Governor's house. All dinner-time 1 stowed myself
in an empty wine cooler, and saw and heard everything. Master John-
vill—a sly-looking chap that, uncle—palavered it very well. They
drank hi* health ; and then he got up and drank England's health and
Vic's health, (bless the little lady ! how is she 1) and said he hoped that
the English lion and the Gallic cock would play with one another till the
world's end ; that he loved England very much, indeed, and wouldn't mind
Bpending all his days in an English three-decker, he'd such a taking for
that sort of thing. When he said this, I could see that some of our blue-
jackets winked at one another, just as much as to say, 1 wish you may i
get it.
" Then the Prince talked about a book he had writ ; and putting one of.
his hands upon his bosom, and taking the other to stroke down his tip (that
hangs from his chin for all the world like a swab of horsehair), he said |
that if he had written the book, he didn't mean anything in it. He said j
that nobody prayed against war more than he did ; that nobody loved the I
English so much as he did ; that he'd rather die than hurt a hair in the
British Lion's tail, and a good deal more flummery of the sort without
blushing a bit more than a figure-head. And then he tossed off his grog
to the glory of the British navy; and then I saw our blue-jackets wink
at one another again, and so the toasting ended.
"When the Prince went away he embraced the Governor, giving him
such a hug that all the blood in his body flew into his face—and then the
Prince embraced the Captains, and then the Lieutenants,—and I did
think he was going on with the Midshipmen,—but he brought himself up
with a round turn, and then with a low bow, sheered off. This is all I
can write to you at present. However, if anything else happens, you shall
Slave all the particulars from
" Your affectionate nephew,
« Geo. Jones, Esq, " Thk Boy Jones.
" P.S. 1 am sorry to say that your book of Ancient America that you
,iCave me has been thrown overboard, by order of the Captain ; its weight
was found so to stop the ship's sailing. I thought, as I read it, that it got
heavier and heavier every day : and so it turned out ; for it took ten men
at last to throw it overboard. If you write anything more, don't send it
to me, for the Captain swears 'twill waterlog the vessel.
" I send you my picture. It was done by the cook's mate, who's got
quite a taste that way. He asked me to ask you if you could get it into
some of the newspapers that prints pictures of public people. His charge
(he says) is eighteen-pence a-head."
THE SECRET POST COMMITTEE.
Sir Robert Peel grauts Mr. Duncombe a committee to inquire into
the iniquities practised at the Post-office, but will not suffer Mr. Dun-
combe to give the committee value by his presence. This liberality is not.
unlike the generosity of good Doctor Primrose, who gives each of his
girls a guinea, with the understanding that they are never to spend it.
Generous Sympathy.
It seems, from an account in the French newspapers, that the interest
upon Louis Philippe's fortune is only 55 francs a minute ! We under-
stand that Rothschild, when he read this, was so moved that he actually
shed tears, " as he never could have believed there was such destitution
in the world."
i'rinted by William Bradbury, of No 6. York Place, Stoke Newinxton, and Frederick Mullet Evani,
of No. 7, Church Row, Stoke Newinjrton, both in the County of Middlesex, Printers,, at their
Ortica la Lombard Street, in the Precinct of Whitefriars, in the City of London, and published by
Joseph Smith, Publisher, of No. 53 St. John's Wood Terrace, St. John's Wood Road. Ream's Park,
in the. County of Middlesex, at the Office, No 194, Strand, 1m the Parish of St. Clement Danes, la
the County of M iddlesex.—Saturoay. Juiy27 ltf+4.