Punch (10.1846)

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAlUVARf.

THE TWO FORTY-FIVES
JBramattc Jgsrcnc,

dr* matih pkrson*.
Seventeen Forty Five, A rebclliovs old gentleman.
Eighteen' Forty-Five. A mailer* gevtlemon, hit grandson

Scene— The Past.
Enter 1845. (Years walking about.)

eventeen Forty-Five. Welcome among
us. Allow me to introduce vou to a

SEA SONGS FOR LORD ELLEN BOROUGH.

Dibthn's songs are said to have done miracles for the British
Navy, by inspiring a love for the sea into the hearts of Englishmen.
What a true benefactor to the country will that poet be who can
infuse into the head of Lonn "Ellevboroit8ij any knowledge of
that element over which he has been chosen to preside, or the
smallest comprehension of even the rudiments of that service he
has been placed at the head of.

We shall endeavour from time to time to implant into his Lord-
ship's mind, through the medium of the Muse, a proper admiration
for, and some little comprehension of, that glorious pursuit which he
will in future have not to follow, but'to lead and to control.

We insert a few specimens of the style in which the Nautical
t«w of the taniilv.—i A sine) Remark- T • * r r> mi -t -.. „

able jears verv-1776 let me in- [ LynCS for LoRn Ellenhorough will be written. They are of
troducel845.-(S««owoc«) Year of the C0lir8e. ^Apted to his Lordship's present state of advancement in
declaration of American Independence tU* science to which they relate, or, in other words, "to the meanest
—a headstrong rogue, not quite so bad
as 1789, though, yonder ;—the year with
the red cap on his head, and that copy
of " the Rights of Man" sticking out
of his pocket. Don't allude to France
before him—a dead cut between him

and 1830, that long-haired fellow
with "Glorious three days" on his
hat, and " Reform Bill " in large letters
on the placard he carries in his hand

Eighteen Forty-Five. A very odd-
looking set ! Perfect guys in the mat-
ter of dress !

Seventeen Forty-Five. Revolutionary, most of 'em, in their notions.
t prefer civil war myself. I'm the last of the " Legitimists." The only one
of the lot 1 have much to say to is 1815.—old " Holy Alliance," as I call
}iim—though even he has rather low uotions of the Prerogative. Great
•changes up above, eh ?

Eighteen Forty-Five. Yes ; I think things have altered for the better
since your time, old gentleman.

Seventeen Forty-Five. So every year has told me. sioce I walked out
■of the Present. How's Legitimacy ?

Eighteen Forty-Five. At a discount, I fancy. The Duke of Bos-
id eaux-

capacity," and are intended to be sung to guitar accompaniments :—

I MAY BE WORTHY YET."

When from the tranquil bay of Heme,

I watched the steamer go,
And saw the paddles gently •turn
With motion faint and slow ;

I thought, 'tis thus we live and learn

Of things unknown before,
As fortune's paddles take a turn

To some strange distant shore.

And as I watched the fading smoke

Rise upwards from the sea,
I thought " this is a precious joke

To make first Lord of me."

But never mind, some knowledge slight

I may hereafter get,
And of my new official light

I may be worthy yet.

THE SONG OF THE FIRST LORD OF THE ADMIRALTY,
Ye mariners of England,

Seventeen Forty-Five. Hfnry the Fifth if you plea«e- rn thank vou if ou lea8e

Eighteen Forty-Five. Is .he peg to hang declamation on ; nothing more. To come an(J teU me 80methi of

Seventeen Forty-Five. What ! none to fight for him \ oq^„;„„ „f Qo,o .

The service of the seas :
Fve something heard of horse marines

But nothing do I know ;
Though a trip in a ship

If the heel is the keel—

Or abaft means down below.

Then courage, all you admirals,

And never be dismay'd.
For I'm a bo'd adventurer,
That never learnt my trade.

Eighteen Forty-Five. Ble*s your stupid old head !
Seventeen Forty-Five. Dear, dear—to think how things change !
Lord, I remember what a stand I made for poor Charles Edward !

How we frightened the Hanoverians ! 250,000/. was subscribed at Gar- j to India once"dId eo
Raw ay's for raising a regiment for the defence of the city !

Eighteen Forty-Five. Ah ! I began to raise my 250,000/ for a more If enemies oppose me,

peaceful revolution.— {Aside) Young '46 will have the credit of that,: And say I'm very far

<he rascal ! From being what I ought to be,

Seventeen Forty-Five. I remember, as if it was yesterday, the 27th of I '11 say that others are.

November, when the Clans broke down the bridges over the Mersey, So come, brave tars, and teach me

and marched into Manchester. How the poor weaving rogues packed up A vessel for to know
»their looms when the blue bonnets marched in

Eighteen Forty-Five The " weaving rogues," as you call them, have
increased the wealth of England tenfold ; and it is to them I owe the first
instalment of my 250,000/.

Seventeen Forty-Fire. Lord, Lord ! To think how they ran—with
■their webs on their backs.

Eighteen Forty-Five-. They would have something to carry off now.

if another such visitation should befall them. Square miles of mills—thou- 0uI lnlD18ters employ me

sands upon thousands of tons of machinery—warehouses full of produce ! m. io Yotf , / thfm' ?ou, °w. j

Seventeen Forty-Five. Only to think of that, now ! What marching Th«° b« bo}d' ^en you re *°ld

the Highlanders had—such roads ! But they did their twelve miles a day inat lnterest S°-

■notwithstanding. Then here's a health to Wellington,

Eighteen Forty-Five. Ah ! I'd have packed them into a railway train Who made of me the choice ;

■and whisked them away at the rate of three hundred miles in the twelve And to his worthy colleagues bold,

hours. Steam has summed up all revolutions in itself. Who sc>m the public voice.

Seventeen Forty-Five. What's steam ? Tell France and tell America

Eighteen Forty-Five. There's a question ! But I '11 explain that to * They may begin to crow ;—

you by-and-by. I must be off to render up my account. My books are While I reign o'er the main

pretty well made up, though things look rather queer for the last month or j Is the time to strike a blow,
two. However, '40 may settle all that, if he attends to his business. ;

"Good morning, old gentleman. [Exeunt severally. \ =-

_ AN ETERNAL PLAGUE.

England has at last found a nation which can truly sympathise with
PLE\SURK8 OF HOPB. lier . f0r Portugal, it seems, labours under the same complaint as herself

Hannibal got through mountains of rock by the application of vinegar. —an Income Tax. Let us hope, however, for poor Portugal's sake, that
Ben D'Lsrakli hopes to melt S:r Robert Peel's heart next session she has not been wheedled into the tax by any false Premier's vows that
by the same means. I it >s only to last three years.