Punch (8.1845)

254 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

PUNCH'S REVIEW.—THE SIMNBL PLUM-CAKE, BURY.

Deduuted to ' Punch" by his Bury admirers.

This work abounds in cuts of considerable richness. It has a deli-
cate binding of sugar ; and altogether it is a production that requires to
be well digested. There are several good things profusely scattered
throughout the whole, and there are bits here and there which ought to
be in the mouth of every one.

THE DERBY DAY.

As the interest excited by the Derby Day has all the evanescence of
ginger-beer without its wholesoineness, and as we shall not go to press
till the subject has been " used up " in every shape from faithful narra-
tives, written a week in advance, to portraits of the winner, drawn last ;
year, with fresh eyes picked in, and a fresh nose picked out, to suit it to
the present moment,—as people will be thoroughly nauseated with the
tremendous doses of Epsom that will have been administered before the
present number appears,— we shall cut the matter rather short, preserving
only one or two of the most salient points that presented themselves to
our notice.

Punch, of course, was present on the Derby Day at Epsom. Not
having patronised a sweep, we had no opportunity of drawing the
favourite ; but we have drawn a sentimental young gent., who evidently
thought himself the favourite on the occasion alluded to. We neTer saw

much skill and ability. Among others, an individual, who looked a good
deal like Young Stickney, or 1l Diavolo Somebody, performed an
involuntary evolution from the back of a highly-trained charger into a
hedge, where he stood for at least a minute balanced on his head ; and it
only wanted a firework of some kind to render the tableau perfectly adapted
for the centre of the last scene in a pantomime. We never witnessed

a more rapid act of horsemanship, and it was impossible to see a
more clever specimen of hedging off than was afforded by the individual
alluded to.

A SENTIMENTAL GENT, WHO DISTINGUISHED HIMSELF GKEATLY AT EPSOM ON

THE DERBY DAY.

any living creature in such a high state of snobbism. Nothing short of

poetry can do him justice ; so, in order to hit the pretender to style, it propose Success to this Institution."
will be necessary to strike the lyre :—

©ambrirjqe's Ungltsf) speaker.

The frequency of the Duke of Cambridge's appearance at public
dinners, where he of course occupies the chair, and is called upon to
speak very often, has the effect of making his Royal Highness a perfect
master of the arts of eloquence.

It is, we believe, the intention of the Duke of Cambridge to publish a
new " English Speaker," including a number of after-dinner orations appli-
cable to all sorts and descriptions of charitable purposes. The collection
will include several of the Duke's own powerful bursts of eloquence, of
which we are happy to have the privilege of giving a few specimens.

Speech of the Duke of Cambridge on behalf of the Royal Free
Hospital. 1845.

" Gentlemen—ahem, I—I—I—rise to say—that is I wish to propose a
toast—wish to propose a toast. Gentlemen, I think that you'll all say—
ahem, at least I think that this toast is as you '11 all say, the toast of the
evening—toast of the evening. Gentlemen. I belong to a good many of
these things—these things—and I say gentlemen this hospital requires
no patronage—at least jou don't want any letter of recommendation.
You've only got to be ill—only got to be ill. Another tiling—they 're all
locked up, I mean they 're shut up separate—that is they've all got
separate beds—all got separate beds. Now, gentlemen, I find by the
report, {turning over the leaves) I find gentlemen, that from the year
seventeen—no, eighteen—no, ah, yes—I 'm right—eighteen hundred aud
fifty—No ■ it's a 3, thirty-six—eighteen hundred and thirty-six, no less
than 193 millions, no ! ah ! (to a committee-man at his side) eh ! what J
oh ! thank you, yes—193,000, two million, no—(looking through his eye-
glass) two hundred and thirty-one—193,231. Gentlemen, I beg tc

His hat was made of gossamer,

And cock'd upon his crown,
While from his head there fell some hair,

Of lanky whitey-brown.
His collar o'er an opera-tie,

Was a la Byron bent.
He had an eye-glass for his eye,

That sentimental gent.

His coat it was a cutaway,

Of rather dingy black ;
And being ready-made, it lay

Upon him like a sack.
His waistcoat was of yellow-white,

To wash too often sent;
He was of an alarming height,

That sentimental gent.

On the road home several equestrian feats were gone through with

Speech of His Royal Highness thb Duke of Cambridge on the
Occasion of his Health being Drunk.
" Gentlemen, I'm much obliged to you for drinking my health. Health,
gentlemen, is a great blessing—a very great blessing, and I'm pretty
well, very well ! Gentlemen, I can only say—I'm very much obliged to
you."

Inaugural Address of his Royal Hiuhness on Laying the First Stone
of a Literary Institution.

" Gentlemen,_This is a very interesting occasion, and I'm very

proud to be here, doing what I am. This stone, I hope—that is, I'm
sure ; I'm certain, gentlemen, this stone will cement the interests of this
Society. Gentlemen, I wish success. Literature is a great thing, gentle-
men—at least I think so. I hope, gentlemen, this Institution will be
successful."

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JUA* 7, 1846.