DOI issue:
January to June, 1845
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16521#0054
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
MORE TOM THUMBS.
Int consequence of the success which has attended the repre-
sentation of Napoleon by Tom Thumb, we understand that it is
the intention of several small men to attempt the personification of J the streaky character of his politics, and his tendency to gammon,
the great ones that have preceded them. This plan of embodying Peel has endeavoured to pit himself against Pitt, but has unforta-
than tiie kuee of his great prototype ; and Brougham has made
Bacon his model, though his only resemblance to Bacon has been in
greatness in littleness has already been tried, to a certain extent, in
the following instances. The Prince de Joinville has aped
Nelson with much pertinacity, though he scarcely comes higher
nately succeeded to a very limited extent ; and Moon has been
rehearsing Maecenas, forgetting that Maecenas did not patronise art
by keeping a shop for the sale of its productions.
a 35allao mato for tfje delectation of all Qtxnt Sportsmen.
Prince Albert is a sportsman bold,
And eager for the chase,
Out with the hounds, like GiLPfx oft
He seems to ride a race.
And oft in Windsor's courtly Park
He loves to ply the gun.
Where hares so well-bred are, that they
Up to his muzzle run.
Now when Her Gracious Majesty
To Stowe a visit paid,
(The newspapers contain a list
Of all the cavalcade,)
Scarce had the Royal pair arrived
At Buckingham's proud seat,
The Prince began in sportsman's style
The noble Duke to greet.
" What shooting have you here, proud Duke ?:
" Shooting, Great Prince," he cried,
" Not vainly in my choice preserves
I feel a housewife's pride.
"One cover Guernsey Hill o'er looks,
Which more than all 1 prize.
As thick as thieves on Saffron Hill
Game in that cover lies.
" And should your Royal Highness deign
To shoot to-inorrow there,
We '11 have a battue which would make
The oldest sportsman stare."
" Agreed," the Prince cried ; " even now
I would 1 could begin
To knock the game like ninepins down,
And sporting laurels wis."
Scarce had the earliest ray of morn
On Stowe begun to break,
A housemaid at the Royal door
Tapped thrice the Prince to wake.
A sporting suit his Highness donn'd,
On murderous thoughts intent
He sallies forth, his every look
Betrays the sporting gent.
Dulce el decorum est, say some,
Pro ptitria wort,
And 'tis a fine thing for a hare
By princely hand to die.
'Twas this perhaps the game inspired
To court their Prince's aim,
riie.y died to give Prince Albert sport
And therefore thev died game.
With him went Buckingham, and he , Ah ! ne'er I ween had Guernsey Hill
Marquis of Chandos hight, [ So dire a slaughter seen,
Arcades ambo : that is, both
Of Farmers the delight.
Nor far behind, the portly form
Of Robert Peel was seen,
His mind, less sporting than his coat,
is far away I ween.
Lord Jersey followed, then some more
Whose names ill suit my rhymes :
I '11 leave them out—you '11 find them ail
At full length in the Times.
Five times ten keepers armed with sticks
Entered in close array,
And beat the cover, where the hares
Like lords in waiting lay.
Once and again Prince Albert shot,
Once and again shot he ;
The hare, that erst on four legs ran,
Now limped away on three.
Each keeper raised his stick and struck
The hare upon the head ;
The Prince he shot, the keepers knocked,
Until each hare was dead.
The field with dead and dying strewed
Showed what the sport had been.
How many fell, the Court Gazette
Better than I may say,
Hares that escaped will live to tell
Their children of that day !
Now sportsmen all, from this battue
An useful lesson take,
Haves beaten close together far
The finest shooting make.
What if some cockney, whose dull breast
Ne'er felt a sportsman's joy,
Cry, " Save us from those landlords who
Preserve but to destroy ! "
Long live the Game Laws, though with iLa
Some people say they 're fraught,
Long live the laws by which our Prince
Enjoyed such glorious sport !
And long may He live thus to get
An appetite for lunch,
And of his feats a full account
Send to the next week's PmecH.
MORE TOM THUMBS.
Int consequence of the success which has attended the repre-
sentation of Napoleon by Tom Thumb, we understand that it is
the intention of several small men to attempt the personification of J the streaky character of his politics, and his tendency to gammon,
the great ones that have preceded them. This plan of embodying Peel has endeavoured to pit himself against Pitt, but has unforta-
than tiie kuee of his great prototype ; and Brougham has made
Bacon his model, though his only resemblance to Bacon has been in
greatness in littleness has already been tried, to a certain extent, in
the following instances. The Prince de Joinville has aped
Nelson with much pertinacity, though he scarcely comes higher
nately succeeded to a very limited extent ; and Moon has been
rehearsing Maecenas, forgetting that Maecenas did not patronise art
by keeping a shop for the sale of its productions.
a 35allao mato for tfje delectation of all Qtxnt Sportsmen.
Prince Albert is a sportsman bold,
And eager for the chase,
Out with the hounds, like GiLPfx oft
He seems to ride a race.
And oft in Windsor's courtly Park
He loves to ply the gun.
Where hares so well-bred are, that they
Up to his muzzle run.
Now when Her Gracious Majesty
To Stowe a visit paid,
(The newspapers contain a list
Of all the cavalcade,)
Scarce had the Royal pair arrived
At Buckingham's proud seat,
The Prince began in sportsman's style
The noble Duke to greet.
" What shooting have you here, proud Duke ?:
" Shooting, Great Prince," he cried,
" Not vainly in my choice preserves
I feel a housewife's pride.
"One cover Guernsey Hill o'er looks,
Which more than all 1 prize.
As thick as thieves on Saffron Hill
Game in that cover lies.
" And should your Royal Highness deign
To shoot to-inorrow there,
We '11 have a battue which would make
The oldest sportsman stare."
" Agreed," the Prince cried ; " even now
I would 1 could begin
To knock the game like ninepins down,
And sporting laurels wis."
Scarce had the earliest ray of morn
On Stowe begun to break,
A housemaid at the Royal door
Tapped thrice the Prince to wake.
A sporting suit his Highness donn'd,
On murderous thoughts intent
He sallies forth, his every look
Betrays the sporting gent.
Dulce el decorum est, say some,
Pro ptitria wort,
And 'tis a fine thing for a hare
By princely hand to die.
'Twas this perhaps the game inspired
To court their Prince's aim,
riie.y died to give Prince Albert sport
And therefore thev died game.
With him went Buckingham, and he , Ah ! ne'er I ween had Guernsey Hill
Marquis of Chandos hight, [ So dire a slaughter seen,
Arcades ambo : that is, both
Of Farmers the delight.
Nor far behind, the portly form
Of Robert Peel was seen,
His mind, less sporting than his coat,
is far away I ween.
Lord Jersey followed, then some more
Whose names ill suit my rhymes :
I '11 leave them out—you '11 find them ail
At full length in the Times.
Five times ten keepers armed with sticks
Entered in close array,
And beat the cover, where the hares
Like lords in waiting lay.
Once and again Prince Albert shot,
Once and again shot he ;
The hare, that erst on four legs ran,
Now limped away on three.
Each keeper raised his stick and struck
The hare upon the head ;
The Prince he shot, the keepers knocked,
Until each hare was dead.
The field with dead and dying strewed
Showed what the sport had been.
How many fell, the Court Gazette
Better than I may say,
Hares that escaped will live to tell
Their children of that day !
Now sportsmen all, from this battue
An useful lesson take,
Haves beaten close together far
The finest shooting make.
What if some cockney, whose dull breast
Ne'er felt a sportsman's joy,
Cry, " Save us from those landlords who
Preserve but to destroy ! "
Long live the Game Laws, though with iLa
Some people say they 're fraught,
Long live the laws by which our Prince
Enjoyed such glorious sport !
And long may He live thus to get
An appetite for lunch,
And of his feats a full account
Send to the next week's PmecH.