Punch (10.1846)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

CALLING OUT OF THE MILITIA.

This splendia band of veterans, who distinguished themselves at all the swords re-lacquered, and its muskets newly mounted with percussion locks,
great metropolitan fires during the war, and gave an undying reputation to , instead of the old triggers.

Wormwood Scrubs by several field days and quarterly reviews, will be ' At Brook Green the same spirit prevails. The one volunteer has pur-
called out into active service, in conformity with an order from Sir : chased some gunpowder, and is going through the whole of the platoon
James Graham. ; exercise, by firing at an old plaster-of-paris cast of the head of Napoleon.

Lancaster and its two corpulent Serjeants are already up in arms. The He also rushes in among the geese, brandishing a walking-stick, and ex-
depot has been searched, and a sabertash has been discovered, which the claiming, "Up, guards, and at 'em," after the manner of the Duke of
two old serjeants are disputing the possession of. Military enthusiasm is Wellington. This looks well for the prospects of the country. It is cheer-
not yet dead in the North, for the two Serjeants have often fought their ■ ing to know, that if America declares war, she must cut her way through
battles over and over again in the tap-room of the public-house, and they : the heart and flannel waistcoat, the shirt, the bosom, and the surtout of
have written a round-robin to Sir James Graham, to state that Lancaster < the one volunteer of Brook Green, before she can take a permanent foot-
will do its duty,-if it may have its regimentals repaired, the handles of its ing in our native land. Hip ! hip ! hurra !

BETWEEN THE PRINCE AND THE "POST."

"THE Post speaks of a rumour that Prince
Albert is desirous of the office of Com-
mander-in-Chief : the principal claim of his
Royal Highness being, -we presume, on his
number of portraits as Field-Marshal. Cer-
tainly, no man has oftener had his sword drawn
for the benefit of his country. The Post, how-
ever, will not believe in this, as we think,
laudable ambition of the Prince Consort.
No : the Post has a most intimate acquaintance
with the Royal Albert's thoughts and opinions :

" The Prince is not an ambitious man. He is satisfied—and
he has good reason to be so—with domestic endearments."

Good reason to be satisfied ! Of this pleasing
fact the Post is, of course, well assured. Its
habits of intimacy with the illustrious couple
renders it an undoubted authority. The Prince,
according to the same source, is also satisfied—

" With the position he so deservedly holds as the liberal Mcecenas of the Fine Arts!"

If this be really true, then is his Royal Highness the most easily
satisfied Prince we ever heard or read of. He is moreover satisfied—

" With the pleasure he must derive from giving a laudable example to English coun try
gentlemen as a master of hounds, and to English agriculturists as a successful breeder ! !

And therefore is it likely that the Prince, blessed as he is with
platens uxor • with the profound gratitude and high admiration of all
professors of the "arts ; with the treasures of his kennel; and his

prizes at the cattle-show—is it likely that he would forego the true
glory associated with these things, for the noisy, vapid honours of
the Horse-Guards ? The Duke of Wellington has a hundred
orders and medals, commemorative of victories bought with human
blood : but what are they to the medals distributed at the Bazaar,
significant of the triumphs of oil-cake, mangel-wurzel, and good
swedes ?

PANICS versus POLITICS.
u Mr. Punch, Sir,

" We, the undersigned, make this appeal to your benevolence, in the
confident hope that it will not be disregarded. We earnestly entreat you
to use your powerful interest to restore us to that notoriety of which we
have been wrongfully deprived. But a month ago the whole interest and
attention of the public was divided between us two ; and we now keenly
feel that we are altogether neglected, and, if we may use the expression,
" snubbed." Then we were in everybody's mouth ; now nobody thinks,
talks, or cares about us. We owe this loss of importance and considera-
tion to that odious Ministerial Crisis, which has—we were about to say
fairly—most unfairly snuffed us out. We know that you are a friend to
Free Trade : now, the Ministerial Crisis is a monopolist, and has no right
to be the all-engrossing topic. Pray, therefore, exert your vast influence
to put the Ministerial Crisis down—at least a peg or two—and to reinstate
us in our position with the public.

" We are, Sir, your obedient Servants,

"The Railway Panic, and
" The Potato Panic."

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