DOI issue:
July to December, 1844
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16520#0207
~00 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
my father never tempted her oftener—she sat up guarding the fire-
place. No coal did she suffer to approach it. The fire went out ; it
was piercing winter; and then in a triumph, only known to such a
wife, did she retire to her room, comforting herself that " They'd
soon be starved out, and must go."
I have herein, my love, thrown down only a few hints ; but I can
add a great many more to them, if I find you worthy of my teaching.
In the moan time, I remain your affectionate friend,
Tahitiia Talons,
LETTER XXXVI.
the young lady's answer.
Madam,
At present, I have no wish that my husband should leave
me ; when I have, I shall lose no time in availing myself of your
instructions, feeling quite convinced that they could not but very
soon lead to such a conclusion.
I remain, yours &c,
Clahibel Smith.
MAGNAY THE MAGNATE.
We understand the following were the original regulations, of
O DO?
which Mac.nay the Magnate had prepared a draft, in a fit of after-
dinner dignity. The fact of his dining, as usual, alone, accounts for
the regulations being such as, if he had had a friend at his elbow,
lie never would have been permitted to promulgate.
Regulations.
<B2Be, Magnay, Monarch of the Mansion House, King of all the
Cockneys, and Defender of Temple Bar, hereby declare our
royal will, that nobody shall, on any pretext whatever, go in or
out, backwards or forwards, or to, by, or from his own abode,
between the hours of nine and six, on the 28th of October ; and
we further order, that persons in need of medical assistance
shall postpone their necessity until after the latter hour, or take
the consequences as part of the honour conferred on them by
the visit of her Majesty: .if or tofjrrras, the old Greeks (here his
Lordship called for another bottle of his own private champagne), for
whereas, the old Greeks did make sacrifices, called holocausts,
on the triumphal entry of their Roman Emperors (" There's a
bit of classical for em," icrites his Lordship, in a note) : Shit!
tufjri'fas (more champagne), it is much better that twenty citizens
should die than one sovereign should be impeded—for it is the
law of the land that sovereigns do always pass—(*' There's a joke
for 'em ; surely that HI do ") ; and our blessed sovereign shall pas?,
or my name ain't ni
JUlaquaij.
These regulations were, of course, carefully edited by the City
Remembrancer, whose duty, we suppose, is to remember when the
Lord Mayor forgets himself. The spirit of the regulations, it will
however be seen, was preserved faithfully.
THE COMIC BLACKSTONE.
chapter the thirteenth.—of title by occupancy.
ince we began writing the present elaborate work,
we have made it a rule never to sit down to a
fresh chapter without reading through the whole of
the Statutes at Large, to see what the law originally
was ; and we then turn to the recent acts to see
what the law is on the subject we are about to
treat of.
Title by occupancy appears to have been a
sort of title that a man acquires to a place in the
pit of a theatre, which he takes by the mere act of
jumping into it. We had arrived at this con-
clusion when we lighted on the 29th Car. It., c 3 ;
and we gradually kept reading up to the 14 th
of Geo. II., when, having got as far as chapter
20, we discovered that the title of common occu-
pancy is utterly extinct and abolished. Wo there-
fore considered it useless to put the match to that
mine of learning with which we were ready to explode, and batter away
the barriers to legal knowledge, for, as title by occupancy was semi-
smashed by the 29th Car. II., and received the finishing blow from the
14th of Geo. II., it is not quite consistent with the plan of this work
to say anything more upon the subject.
In accordance, however, with the quaint practice of the old law-writers,
we feel justified in beginning to talk about something else when we find
there is nothing to be said about the matter which nominally forms the
subject of cur chapter. We, therefore, rush precipitately from title by
occupancy to the considei'ation of islands rising iu the middle of seas and
rivers. These belong to the king, if they start up suddenly, like ghosts
through stage traps ; but if they collect together by slow and impercep-
tible degrees, like the building of the Nelson column, they go to the
owner of the land adjoining. Land left dry in the middle of the sea
sometimes belongs to the first occupant—the Goodwin Sands to wit—but
when the tide comes up, the occupant is glad to release his claim by
means of a regular conveyance.
It is a maxim, that whatever hath no owner is vested by law in the
sovereign ; but this is hardly correct, for an infant left deserted, without
an owner, on the step of a door, with a flannel waistcoat on, is vested in
the flannel, without being vested in the sovereign.
TEE ALDERMAN.
(nr a parishioner of st. Stephen's, walbrook.)
How gallantly, how merrily, they ride upon their way ;
Fleet-street is in commotion, the Queen comes here to-day !
The Aldermen are mounted, and sitting bolt-upriglit,
Like riders in whose eyes it is no joke to hold on tight.
All London owns their triumph, they ride along two-deep,
Small boys come up to look at them, their seats so well they keep.
In their wake, as mild as new milk, stand policemen stiff and stark ;
Oh ! who would not be Aldermen, iu such a famous lark \
Oh ! proud must be our Alderman (tho' he looks queer to-day),
Of all the glories he shall win upon next Lord Mayor's day ;
He's fought the fight and conquered (how, is neither here nor there),
Nobility, which he shall have, when he's installed Lord Mayor.
I would I were an Alderman, churchwarden in our ward,
To hold the books for eighteen years, and no accounts afford.
I'd say to Punch or Croly, wdio dare to make so free,
Some day 1 '11 be Lord Mayor, and then you '11 see what you will see !
Our Alderman look'd half-ashamed, and more ashamed he grew,
Still spoke he to Sir Claudius, and smiled on all he knew;
He look'd up to the windows, and he look'd down by his knee,
And there, in every hand, his eye that horrid Punch did see !
Last night an awful rumour came over Walbrook way,
And weT heard our fine old Alderman the balance meant to pay ;
The Vestry hoped it might be so, but nought else could we hear
To give us" hope we should be out of Chancery this year.
All night we talked it over, we couldn't go to sleep,
Ami this morning, all through Walbrook, on Gibbs our eye we keep.
He rides among the Aldermen, his gay gown streaming free,
But we fear we may whistle ere the balance we shall see.
my father never tempted her oftener—she sat up guarding the fire-
place. No coal did she suffer to approach it. The fire went out ; it
was piercing winter; and then in a triumph, only known to such a
wife, did she retire to her room, comforting herself that " They'd
soon be starved out, and must go."
I have herein, my love, thrown down only a few hints ; but I can
add a great many more to them, if I find you worthy of my teaching.
In the moan time, I remain your affectionate friend,
Tahitiia Talons,
LETTER XXXVI.
the young lady's answer.
Madam,
At present, I have no wish that my husband should leave
me ; when I have, I shall lose no time in availing myself of your
instructions, feeling quite convinced that they could not but very
soon lead to such a conclusion.
I remain, yours &c,
Clahibel Smith.
MAGNAY THE MAGNATE.
We understand the following were the original regulations, of
O DO?
which Mac.nay the Magnate had prepared a draft, in a fit of after-
dinner dignity. The fact of his dining, as usual, alone, accounts for
the regulations being such as, if he had had a friend at his elbow,
lie never would have been permitted to promulgate.
Regulations.
<B2Be, Magnay, Monarch of the Mansion House, King of all the
Cockneys, and Defender of Temple Bar, hereby declare our
royal will, that nobody shall, on any pretext whatever, go in or
out, backwards or forwards, or to, by, or from his own abode,
between the hours of nine and six, on the 28th of October ; and
we further order, that persons in need of medical assistance
shall postpone their necessity until after the latter hour, or take
the consequences as part of the honour conferred on them by
the visit of her Majesty: .if or tofjrrras, the old Greeks (here his
Lordship called for another bottle of his own private champagne), for
whereas, the old Greeks did make sacrifices, called holocausts,
on the triumphal entry of their Roman Emperors (" There's a
bit of classical for em," icrites his Lordship, in a note) : Shit!
tufjri'fas (more champagne), it is much better that twenty citizens
should die than one sovereign should be impeded—for it is the
law of the land that sovereigns do always pass—(*' There's a joke
for 'em ; surely that HI do ") ; and our blessed sovereign shall pas?,
or my name ain't ni
JUlaquaij.
These regulations were, of course, carefully edited by the City
Remembrancer, whose duty, we suppose, is to remember when the
Lord Mayor forgets himself. The spirit of the regulations, it will
however be seen, was preserved faithfully.
THE COMIC BLACKSTONE.
chapter the thirteenth.—of title by occupancy.
ince we began writing the present elaborate work,
we have made it a rule never to sit down to a
fresh chapter without reading through the whole of
the Statutes at Large, to see what the law originally
was ; and we then turn to the recent acts to see
what the law is on the subject we are about to
treat of.
Title by occupancy appears to have been a
sort of title that a man acquires to a place in the
pit of a theatre, which he takes by the mere act of
jumping into it. We had arrived at this con-
clusion when we lighted on the 29th Car. It., c 3 ;
and we gradually kept reading up to the 14 th
of Geo. II., when, having got as far as chapter
20, we discovered that the title of common occu-
pancy is utterly extinct and abolished. Wo there-
fore considered it useless to put the match to that
mine of learning with which we were ready to explode, and batter away
the barriers to legal knowledge, for, as title by occupancy was semi-
smashed by the 29th Car. II., and received the finishing blow from the
14th of Geo. II., it is not quite consistent with the plan of this work
to say anything more upon the subject.
In accordance, however, with the quaint practice of the old law-writers,
we feel justified in beginning to talk about something else when we find
there is nothing to be said about the matter which nominally forms the
subject of cur chapter. We, therefore, rush precipitately from title by
occupancy to the considei'ation of islands rising iu the middle of seas and
rivers. These belong to the king, if they start up suddenly, like ghosts
through stage traps ; but if they collect together by slow and impercep-
tible degrees, like the building of the Nelson column, they go to the
owner of the land adjoining. Land left dry in the middle of the sea
sometimes belongs to the first occupant—the Goodwin Sands to wit—but
when the tide comes up, the occupant is glad to release his claim by
means of a regular conveyance.
It is a maxim, that whatever hath no owner is vested by law in the
sovereign ; but this is hardly correct, for an infant left deserted, without
an owner, on the step of a door, with a flannel waistcoat on, is vested in
the flannel, without being vested in the sovereign.
TEE ALDERMAN.
(nr a parishioner of st. Stephen's, walbrook.)
How gallantly, how merrily, they ride upon their way ;
Fleet-street is in commotion, the Queen comes here to-day !
The Aldermen are mounted, and sitting bolt-upriglit,
Like riders in whose eyes it is no joke to hold on tight.
All London owns their triumph, they ride along two-deep,
Small boys come up to look at them, their seats so well they keep.
In their wake, as mild as new milk, stand policemen stiff and stark ;
Oh ! who would not be Aldermen, iu such a famous lark \
Oh ! proud must be our Alderman (tho' he looks queer to-day),
Of all the glories he shall win upon next Lord Mayor's day ;
He's fought the fight and conquered (how, is neither here nor there),
Nobility, which he shall have, when he's installed Lord Mayor.
I would I were an Alderman, churchwarden in our ward,
To hold the books for eighteen years, and no accounts afford.
I'd say to Punch or Croly, wdio dare to make so free,
Some day 1 '11 be Lord Mayor, and then you '11 see what you will see !
Our Alderman look'd half-ashamed, and more ashamed he grew,
Still spoke he to Sir Claudius, and smiled on all he knew;
He look'd up to the windows, and he look'd down by his knee,
And there, in every hand, his eye that horrid Punch did see !
Last night an awful rumour came over Walbrook way,
And weT heard our fine old Alderman the balance meant to pay ;
The Vestry hoped it might be so, but nought else could we hear
To give us" hope we should be out of Chancery this year.
All night we talked it over, we couldn't go to sleep,
Ami this morning, all through Walbrook, on Gibbs our eye we keep.
He rides among the Aldermen, his gay gown streaming free,
But we fear we may whistle ere the balance we shall see.