DOI issue:
July to December, 1844
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16520#0179
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PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
King or the French, with a very gracious smile, addressed Mr.
Phelps. "It gives me," said his Majesty, " infinite pleasure to fiud
that even in the suburbs of London, the mighty genius of the
immortal Shakspere can be so finely illustrated, as I have this night
witnessed it. I am much gratified. Her gracious Majesty will
permit you, Ma. Phelps, to wear this, as a slight token of my admi-
ration of your talent." Whereupon, Louis-Philippe immediately
handed to Ma. Phelps the cross of the Legion of Honour.
An immense concourse of spectators had gathered about the
theatre, and the royal carriages drove oil amidst acclamations.
THE POLKA PEST.
THE PRESENTATION OF THE CITY ADDRESS.
Louis-Philippe proved himself a very attentive reader of Punch by what
he said to the civic folks on Saturday last; and two or three of the oow/js
de pat with which he favoured Magnay and Moon, would almost tempt us
to offer his Majesty terms to join us in the character of a contributor.
The King of the French indulged in two jokes of the most extravagantly
humorous kind. He actually complimented Magnay on his father's hos-
pitality, and told Moon he knew him well, having heard of " his encourage-
ment of the arts." Magnay's hospitality, and Moon's encouragement of
the arts, have long been two of the standing jokes of this periodical, which,
it is evident, Louis-Philippe gets smuggled over into France for his own
private reading, though publicly professing to prohibit it.
We understand that Magnay winced perceptibly ; but Moon, who is not
easily made to blush, faced out his Majesty's pleasantry with characteristic
hardihood.
Magnat's invitation to the King to come and dine at the Mansion
House would have been inexplicable, but for the fact that the Lord Mayor
was perfectly aware of his Majesty's intention not to visit London. A
chuckle was observed to pass over the countenance of Louis-Philippe, as
much as to say, " it would be a good joke to take him at his word ;" but
his Majesty good humourcdly spared Magnay from the state of nervous-
ness into which he would have been thrown by the slightest apprehension
that he might be called upon to entertain the French sovereign.
The people at the palace appear to have been quite in the humour for
quizzing the citizens; and poor Mr. Lambert Jones got a dig at the door
of the outer chamber from the Duke of Wellington. The Duke, having
no doubt the recollection of poor Jones's rebuff vividly in his mind,
exclaimed, " By-the-by, Jones, do you know when her Majesty intends to
have the ceremony of opening the Royal Exchange performed?" Poor
Jones could only say he knew nothing at all about it ; and, considering
that the Queen declined seeing him when he called at Windsor on the
subject, we hardly know how Jones could have given a more satisfactory
answer.
Altogether the citizens were what is commonly termed " rigged" most
unmercifully, probably as a warning to any other corporations that may
feel disposed to interfere with the privacy of Louis-Philippic's visit, by
publicly addressing him.
IRISH INTELLIGENCE.
the supposed OIUGIN of THK polka. T a. r, ^ . 10., n0ii
Lxffey Loort, Oct. 12th, 18-14.
Nearly twelvemonths ago, Mr. Punch, you must know that 1 was at E' then> Misther Punch, wid all dime submission, isn't it mighty
Vienna. There I witnessed the first rise, progress, triumph, and apo- j singular what dhrole things '11 come into people's heads sometimes ? I
nt it myself in self-defence After was cogitatin', meself, last eveniu', lookin' out o' the windy, an' keepin'
iheosis of the accursed Polka, and learnt it my
I was completely sick of it, I went to Paris foi
my disgust, found that I had to go through the
I was completely sick of it, I went to Paris for the winter, and there, to ' UP the sash wid mi' forred> (one °' the lodge™, st°le the poker, whin he
" i whole process of rise ' raed on°> 'count 0 Dem' asked to pay his rmt,) an well an good, if I was,
progress, triumph, and apotheosis,"for the second time. With prophetic ! 1 Paid Sl'ate attintion entirely to the movemints o' Mrs. McCormac ovei
eye I foresaw that in the next London season the whole series would , ^e way, that was thryin to regulate a set of unruly children while
be inflicted upon me once more ; and I need not te
was :—and now, sir, that I have gone down into the c
enjoying a little quiet shooting, by Jingo ! here it is u&
threshold of a vigorous youth, and promising me all the delights of rise,1 P°or excuse. for a sate to his corduroys, he s tearin away an luckm
progress, triumph, and apotheosis, for
scarcely preserve the courteous demeanour
when 1 hear the eternal round of questions—
(Have I seen it! ! ! ! ) Can you dance the Polka?—Do you like the
Polka ?—Do you know the new Polka ?—Polka—Polka—Polka—Polka-
it is enough to drive one mad ! Then, Sir, the way in which these rustics
execute it! That I, who have beheld it, (and performed it, too, not with-
out distinction) in the first salons of Paris and London, should be con-
demned to assist at such an exhibition ! Two or three couples, who have
been talking big about it for the preceding three weeks, trot with faces of
solemn self-satisfaction round the small circle into which they are hemmed
by the gaping crowd, holding each other at arm's length, and rolling their
heads most religiously from right to left, according to instructions ; this
they vary with an occasional attempt at a "toe and heel " step, which
consists in stamping their own heels upon other people's toes, and then
they march away in triumph to receive the congratulations of their friends,
leaving the poor deluded spectators under the impression that they have
seen the Polka. Do, pray, Mr. Punch, throw one of your invisible shells
into the middle of this atrocious nuisance. 1 ask it on the score of
common humanity, and not on my own account, for 1 start for Lapland
to-morrow, though, I dare say, I shall find my enemy has preceded me.
Your constant reader (really]
Adamstown. John Green, Jun.
pig's leg to polish,—he's a fedheralist. The small boy sittin' on the
bellows, an' risin' a fillilew, because his gran'mother didn't promise to
come to him once a month, that's Docther Mansell, says I, wantiu' to
have the Quken an' Parliment every quarther.
But, Mr. Punch, honey, the boy that " banged Bauagher " was iu a
corner by himself, where he had been put for his contrairiness, an' for
abusin' every one right an' left—" hurlin' high an' haughty defiance " at
A HINT TO THE ATTORNEY-GENERAL.
An Antwerp journal has stated that the " British Queen " will be put
up for sale ! Will it not be high treason to knock her down ?
Patey, an' the tulip on the bellows, an' they blarneyed an' bothered the
ould couple to that degree, (outvotin' 'em, as you may say,) till they had
to let the buck go free—wid his three Law Lords in tatthers screechin'
at his heels. That's Ireland an' the Irish now, as well as if all the froth
about Fermanagh Porter (by Grey) was spoutin' out.
Dublin is dull enough at the present writin', as all the people o' note,
except meself an' the bankers, are out o' town. Tom Steele is settin'
fire to the Shannon. " My dear Ray " is yelpin' amongst Dan's baygles.
O'M_y and O'C-l are dhreamin' o' the Whigs, railroads, an' the
most axpedishious mode o' fillin' the breeches pockets ; an' the Lord
Mayor is afther goin' sky scrapin' in the balloon wid Misther Hamptox
Tim had never before so many respectable people lookin' up to him.
But I'm threspassin', as Micky Foran's pig said, when it ate Darbt
Holan's Sunday smalls.—So luck be wid you till the next time,
Tim Quinlax
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
King or the French, with a very gracious smile, addressed Mr.
Phelps. "It gives me," said his Majesty, " infinite pleasure to fiud
that even in the suburbs of London, the mighty genius of the
immortal Shakspere can be so finely illustrated, as I have this night
witnessed it. I am much gratified. Her gracious Majesty will
permit you, Ma. Phelps, to wear this, as a slight token of my admi-
ration of your talent." Whereupon, Louis-Philippe immediately
handed to Ma. Phelps the cross of the Legion of Honour.
An immense concourse of spectators had gathered about the
theatre, and the royal carriages drove oil amidst acclamations.
THE POLKA PEST.
THE PRESENTATION OF THE CITY ADDRESS.
Louis-Philippe proved himself a very attentive reader of Punch by what
he said to the civic folks on Saturday last; and two or three of the oow/js
de pat with which he favoured Magnay and Moon, would almost tempt us
to offer his Majesty terms to join us in the character of a contributor.
The King of the French indulged in two jokes of the most extravagantly
humorous kind. He actually complimented Magnay on his father's hos-
pitality, and told Moon he knew him well, having heard of " his encourage-
ment of the arts." Magnay's hospitality, and Moon's encouragement of
the arts, have long been two of the standing jokes of this periodical, which,
it is evident, Louis-Philippe gets smuggled over into France for his own
private reading, though publicly professing to prohibit it.
We understand that Magnay winced perceptibly ; but Moon, who is not
easily made to blush, faced out his Majesty's pleasantry with characteristic
hardihood.
Magnat's invitation to the King to come and dine at the Mansion
House would have been inexplicable, but for the fact that the Lord Mayor
was perfectly aware of his Majesty's intention not to visit London. A
chuckle was observed to pass over the countenance of Louis-Philippe, as
much as to say, " it would be a good joke to take him at his word ;" but
his Majesty good humourcdly spared Magnay from the state of nervous-
ness into which he would have been thrown by the slightest apprehension
that he might be called upon to entertain the French sovereign.
The people at the palace appear to have been quite in the humour for
quizzing the citizens; and poor Mr. Lambert Jones got a dig at the door
of the outer chamber from the Duke of Wellington. The Duke, having
no doubt the recollection of poor Jones's rebuff vividly in his mind,
exclaimed, " By-the-by, Jones, do you know when her Majesty intends to
have the ceremony of opening the Royal Exchange performed?" Poor
Jones could only say he knew nothing at all about it ; and, considering
that the Queen declined seeing him when he called at Windsor on the
subject, we hardly know how Jones could have given a more satisfactory
answer.
Altogether the citizens were what is commonly termed " rigged" most
unmercifully, probably as a warning to any other corporations that may
feel disposed to interfere with the privacy of Louis-Philippic's visit, by
publicly addressing him.
IRISH INTELLIGENCE.
the supposed OIUGIN of THK polka. T a. r, ^ . 10., n0ii
Lxffey Loort, Oct. 12th, 18-14.
Nearly twelvemonths ago, Mr. Punch, you must know that 1 was at E' then> Misther Punch, wid all dime submission, isn't it mighty
Vienna. There I witnessed the first rise, progress, triumph, and apo- j singular what dhrole things '11 come into people's heads sometimes ? I
nt it myself in self-defence After was cogitatin', meself, last eveniu', lookin' out o' the windy, an' keepin'
iheosis of the accursed Polka, and learnt it my
I was completely sick of it, I went to Paris foi
my disgust, found that I had to go through the
I was completely sick of it, I went to Paris for the winter, and there, to ' UP the sash wid mi' forred> (one °' the lodge™, st°le the poker, whin he
" i whole process of rise ' raed on°> 'count 0 Dem' asked to pay his rmt,) an well an good, if I was,
progress, triumph, and apotheosis,"for the second time. With prophetic ! 1 Paid Sl'ate attintion entirely to the movemints o' Mrs. McCormac ovei
eye I foresaw that in the next London season the whole series would , ^e way, that was thryin to regulate a set of unruly children while
be inflicted upon me once more ; and I need not te
was :—and now, sir, that I have gone down into the c
enjoying a little quiet shooting, by Jingo ! here it is u&
threshold of a vigorous youth, and promising me all the delights of rise,1 P°or excuse. for a sate to his corduroys, he s tearin away an luckm
progress, triumph, and apotheosis, for
scarcely preserve the courteous demeanour
when 1 hear the eternal round of questions—
(Have I seen it! ! ! ! ) Can you dance the Polka?—Do you like the
Polka ?—Do you know the new Polka ?—Polka—Polka—Polka—Polka-
it is enough to drive one mad ! Then, Sir, the way in which these rustics
execute it! That I, who have beheld it, (and performed it, too, not with-
out distinction) in the first salons of Paris and London, should be con-
demned to assist at such an exhibition ! Two or three couples, who have
been talking big about it for the preceding three weeks, trot with faces of
solemn self-satisfaction round the small circle into which they are hemmed
by the gaping crowd, holding each other at arm's length, and rolling their
heads most religiously from right to left, according to instructions ; this
they vary with an occasional attempt at a "toe and heel " step, which
consists in stamping their own heels upon other people's toes, and then
they march away in triumph to receive the congratulations of their friends,
leaving the poor deluded spectators under the impression that they have
seen the Polka. Do, pray, Mr. Punch, throw one of your invisible shells
into the middle of this atrocious nuisance. 1 ask it on the score of
common humanity, and not on my own account, for 1 start for Lapland
to-morrow, though, I dare say, I shall find my enemy has preceded me.
Your constant reader (really]
Adamstown. John Green, Jun.
pig's leg to polish,—he's a fedheralist. The small boy sittin' on the
bellows, an' risin' a fillilew, because his gran'mother didn't promise to
come to him once a month, that's Docther Mansell, says I, wantiu' to
have the Quken an' Parliment every quarther.
But, Mr. Punch, honey, the boy that " banged Bauagher " was iu a
corner by himself, where he had been put for his contrairiness, an' for
abusin' every one right an' left—" hurlin' high an' haughty defiance " at
A HINT TO THE ATTORNEY-GENERAL.
An Antwerp journal has stated that the " British Queen " will be put
up for sale ! Will it not be high treason to knock her down ?
Patey, an' the tulip on the bellows, an' they blarneyed an' bothered the
ould couple to that degree, (outvotin' 'em, as you may say,) till they had
to let the buck go free—wid his three Law Lords in tatthers screechin'
at his heels. That's Ireland an' the Irish now, as well as if all the froth
about Fermanagh Porter (by Grey) was spoutin' out.
Dublin is dull enough at the present writin', as all the people o' note,
except meself an' the bankers, are out o' town. Tom Steele is settin'
fire to the Shannon. " My dear Ray " is yelpin' amongst Dan's baygles.
O'M_y and O'C-l are dhreamin' o' the Whigs, railroads, an' the
most axpedishious mode o' fillin' the breeches pockets ; an' the Lord
Mayor is afther goin' sky scrapin' in the balloon wid Misther Hamptox
Tim had never before so many respectable people lookin' up to him.
But I'm threspassin', as Micky Foran's pig said, when it ate Darbt
Holan's Sunday smalls.—So luck be wid you till the next time,
Tim Quinlax