DOI issue:
January to June, 1845
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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undertake to blow the Daisy right out of the water, leaving nothing
but her hull behind her to tell her story. (Hear, hear). He, (the
honourable member,) had in his young days seen a good deal of this sort
of thing ; and he would give the Daisy three yards of canvas, he
would allow an extra horse-power to her midships, and he would then
take a Lord Major's barge and scuttle the steamer through and
through, till her stays were all cut to ribbons. {Laughter and cheers).
If he had to go to sea again, he would prefer a bumboat, with a
stunsail, to anything else in the world. As to your men-of-war, they
were all humbugs ; for, if they got a broadside in their ribs, down they
went, and then where were you ? (Much laughter). The House might
laugh ; but he, (Captain Rous.) knew the nature of these things, and
would move the previous question."
Sir C. Napier was sorry to differ from the honourable and gallant
member, but he, (Sir C. Napier,) had been all his life either in the yard-
arms of a schooner, or on the gunwale of a brig. He had watched the
Thames steam navy with interest; and if he were to act again as a Com-
modore, he really did not know any craft he should like so much to hoist
his flag upon as aboard the Daisy. ( Tremendous cries of hear). He
had been abaft her binnacle and athwart her bows ; he had trod her
quarter-deck, examined her timbers, and tested the accuracy of her
compass,—and he defied Her Majesty's Admiralty to turn out a tighter
or a tauter craft. {Much cheering). He, (Sir C. Napier ) recollected
the old Dutch flotilla, and its frightful consequences to the German
Marine, when the Swiss Confederacy determined to man her fleets ; and
with the recollection of all this still upon his (Sir C. Napier's) mind, he,
(Sir C. Napier.) said, give him, (Sir C. Napieb,) the Daisy.
The conversation here dropped.
£Tf)e ^ribilecus of pirltamrat.
Some doubt having arisen concerning the extent of the privileges of the
House of Commons, we intend to lay down the law on that subject as
ascertained from the best authorities.
One great and glorious privilege of the Houses of Lords and Commons
is the Right of Victimising. Every Noble and Honourable Member may
play the Do without fear of the Dun; that is, they may incur debts and not
pay them.
The House of Commons is the judge of its own actions ; and a pleasant
thing for it in actions wherein it is the defendant. All must take the
Law from the House ; but nobody must take the Law of it. The doing
so is a breach of privilege for which one is liable to be sent to gaol ; a
man would sooner think, therefore, of calling the Lord Mayor, than the
House of Commons, to account.
It is a privilege of Parliament to repeal any law that it pleases ; and if
it chooses to repeal the Law of Gravitation, it would be a breach of
privilege to deny that the said law was repealed.
A breach of privilege is anything that the House declares such, even
after it has been done. Thus, a man has decidedly committed a breach
of privilege by wearing a white hat, if it passes a vote that he has. The
House has therefore done wisely in never having declared what its privi-
leges are. It cannot tell all that may happen, and what, consequently,
it may be convenient to call a privilege. How comfortable is the reflec-
tion that our lives and liberties are dependent on a vote of the House of
Commons !
TO THE PROPRIETORS OF EAST INDIA STOCK.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The Hon. Mr. Leslie Melville having made his election to fill
the present vacancy in your Direction tolerably certain, and your votes
for the next dozen vacancies that may occur having been be spoken for as
many years by a corresponding number of Majors and Lieutenant-
Colonels, I trust that, by being thus early in the field, I may secure the
favour of your support as a candidate for the thirteenth. I should venture
to solicit your suffrages for the twelfth ; but an active canvass during the
last four years has convinced me that the ground on that occasion will be
pre-occupied by Major Mac Somebody. My Indian career, as well as
my circulation in this country, is by this time, I trust, well known to all
of you ; and I doubt not it has been such as to have convinced you that I
well know what to do with your stock. I cannot boast of having been in
the Indian Army ; but I am as well versed in curry as any one who has.
I have also the misfortune not to be a Scotchman ; but to get over that
difficulty, I have no hesitation in calling myself,
Ladies and Gentlemen, with great respect,
Your obedient servant,
92, Fleet Street, June 14, 1845. Sanders McPunch.
COMMERCIAL INTELLIGENCE.
The balance of last year's accounts of the British and Foreign Destitute,
amounting to the sum of £4. 19.?. 3d., was invested last week in the Three
and a Half per Cents., for the benefit of the Resident Director. We have
not yet heard what effect this transaction has had upon the Funds.
A NICE YOUNG MAN FOR A SMALL PARTY,
Young Ben he was a nice young man,
An author by his trade ;
He fell in love with Polly-Tics,
And was an M.P. made.
He was a Radical one day,
But met a Tory crew ;
His Polly-Tics he cast away,
And then turned Tory too.
Now Ben had tried for many a place
When Tories e'en were out ;
But in two years the turning Whigs
Were turn'd to the right-about.
But when he called on Robert Peel,
His talents to employ,
His answer was, " Young Englander,
For me you're not the boy."
Oh, Robert Peel ! Oh, Robert Peel !
How could you serve me so ?
I've met with Whig rebuffs before,
But not a Tory blow.
Then rising up iu Parliament,
He made a fierce to do
With Peel, who merely winked his eye;
Ben wink'd like winking too.
And then he tried the game again,
But couldn't, though he tried :
His party turn'd away from him,
Nor with him would divide.
Young England died when in its birth :
In forty-five it fell ;
The papers told the public, but
None for it toll'd the bell.
A Counterfeit Presentment.
We never could make out what Sir Robert Peel's speeches were like^
till our last visit to the Royal Academy, when it struck us that they bore
a remarkable resemblance to Turner's pictures. Both of them are-
admirable, but neither of them understood. Sir Robert Peel's speeches,
too, like Mr. Turner's pictures, are always an illustration of the " Falla.
cies of Hope."
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undertake to blow the Daisy right out of the water, leaving nothing
but her hull behind her to tell her story. (Hear, hear). He, (the
honourable member,) had in his young days seen a good deal of this sort
of thing ; and he would give the Daisy three yards of canvas, he
would allow an extra horse-power to her midships, and he would then
take a Lord Major's barge and scuttle the steamer through and
through, till her stays were all cut to ribbons. {Laughter and cheers).
If he had to go to sea again, he would prefer a bumboat, with a
stunsail, to anything else in the world. As to your men-of-war, they
were all humbugs ; for, if they got a broadside in their ribs, down they
went, and then where were you ? (Much laughter). The House might
laugh ; but he, (Captain Rous.) knew the nature of these things, and
would move the previous question."
Sir C. Napier was sorry to differ from the honourable and gallant
member, but he, (Sir C. Napier,) had been all his life either in the yard-
arms of a schooner, or on the gunwale of a brig. He had watched the
Thames steam navy with interest; and if he were to act again as a Com-
modore, he really did not know any craft he should like so much to hoist
his flag upon as aboard the Daisy. ( Tremendous cries of hear). He
had been abaft her binnacle and athwart her bows ; he had trod her
quarter-deck, examined her timbers, and tested the accuracy of her
compass,—and he defied Her Majesty's Admiralty to turn out a tighter
or a tauter craft. {Much cheering). He, (Sir C. Napier ) recollected
the old Dutch flotilla, and its frightful consequences to the German
Marine, when the Swiss Confederacy determined to man her fleets ; and
with the recollection of all this still upon his (Sir C. Napier's) mind, he,
(Sir C. Napier.) said, give him, (Sir C. Napieb,) the Daisy.
The conversation here dropped.
£Tf)e ^ribilecus of pirltamrat.
Some doubt having arisen concerning the extent of the privileges of the
House of Commons, we intend to lay down the law on that subject as
ascertained from the best authorities.
One great and glorious privilege of the Houses of Lords and Commons
is the Right of Victimising. Every Noble and Honourable Member may
play the Do without fear of the Dun; that is, they may incur debts and not
pay them.
The House of Commons is the judge of its own actions ; and a pleasant
thing for it in actions wherein it is the defendant. All must take the
Law from the House ; but nobody must take the Law of it. The doing
so is a breach of privilege for which one is liable to be sent to gaol ; a
man would sooner think, therefore, of calling the Lord Mayor, than the
House of Commons, to account.
It is a privilege of Parliament to repeal any law that it pleases ; and if
it chooses to repeal the Law of Gravitation, it would be a breach of
privilege to deny that the said law was repealed.
A breach of privilege is anything that the House declares such, even
after it has been done. Thus, a man has decidedly committed a breach
of privilege by wearing a white hat, if it passes a vote that he has. The
House has therefore done wisely in never having declared what its privi-
leges are. It cannot tell all that may happen, and what, consequently,
it may be convenient to call a privilege. How comfortable is the reflec-
tion that our lives and liberties are dependent on a vote of the House of
Commons !
TO THE PROPRIETORS OF EAST INDIA STOCK.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The Hon. Mr. Leslie Melville having made his election to fill
the present vacancy in your Direction tolerably certain, and your votes
for the next dozen vacancies that may occur having been be spoken for as
many years by a corresponding number of Majors and Lieutenant-
Colonels, I trust that, by being thus early in the field, I may secure the
favour of your support as a candidate for the thirteenth. I should venture
to solicit your suffrages for the twelfth ; but an active canvass during the
last four years has convinced me that the ground on that occasion will be
pre-occupied by Major Mac Somebody. My Indian career, as well as
my circulation in this country, is by this time, I trust, well known to all
of you ; and I doubt not it has been such as to have convinced you that I
well know what to do with your stock. I cannot boast of having been in
the Indian Army ; but I am as well versed in curry as any one who has.
I have also the misfortune not to be a Scotchman ; but to get over that
difficulty, I have no hesitation in calling myself,
Ladies and Gentlemen, with great respect,
Your obedient servant,
92, Fleet Street, June 14, 1845. Sanders McPunch.
COMMERCIAL INTELLIGENCE.
The balance of last year's accounts of the British and Foreign Destitute,
amounting to the sum of £4. 19.?. 3d., was invested last week in the Three
and a Half per Cents., for the benefit of the Resident Director. We have
not yet heard what effect this transaction has had upon the Funds.
A NICE YOUNG MAN FOR A SMALL PARTY,
Young Ben he was a nice young man,
An author by his trade ;
He fell in love with Polly-Tics,
And was an M.P. made.
He was a Radical one day,
But met a Tory crew ;
His Polly-Tics he cast away,
And then turned Tory too.
Now Ben had tried for many a place
When Tories e'en were out ;
But in two years the turning Whigs
Were turn'd to the right-about.
But when he called on Robert Peel,
His talents to employ,
His answer was, " Young Englander,
For me you're not the boy."
Oh, Robert Peel ! Oh, Robert Peel !
How could you serve me so ?
I've met with Whig rebuffs before,
But not a Tory blow.
Then rising up iu Parliament,
He made a fierce to do
With Peel, who merely winked his eye;
Ben wink'd like winking too.
And then he tried the game again,
But couldn't, though he tried :
His party turn'd away from him,
Nor with him would divide.
Young England died when in its birth :
In forty-five it fell ;
The papers told the public, but
None for it toll'd the bell.
A Counterfeit Presentment.
We never could make out what Sir Robert Peel's speeches were like^
till our last visit to the Royal Academy, when it struck us that they bore
a remarkable resemblance to Turner's pictures. Both of them are-
admirable, but neither of them understood. Sir Robert Peel's speeches,
too, like Mr. Turner's pictures, are always an illustration of the " Falla.
cies of Hope."