DOI issue:
January to June, 1846
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16542#0099
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 91
LITTLE FABLES FOR LITTLE POLITICIANS.
THE PARROT.
Parrot was boasting of its extraordi-
nary powers of talking. " Name the
subject," it pompously said, "which I
cannot say something upon." "It's
all very fine talking," said its master,
" but the question is, when you talk,
how much of it do you understand ?"
The same question might be put to
Lord Brougham, with about the
same chance of a reply.
the OLD COCK AND the bantam.
A bantam was once on the top of a dunghill. He kept crowing,
as he scratched up several pieces of grain, but as they were always
more than he could swallow, no sooner had he crowed than he was
obliged to let them drop again. An old cock—well known in his
neighbourhood as the cock of the walk—was always on the look out,
and as the corn fell from the bantam, he had nothing to do but to
pick it up, and turn it to his own use. At last the bantam, by dint
of scratching away the ground from under his feet, had nothing left to
stand upon, and the consequence was he tumbled down from the top
top of a powder magazine, " and would have been blown to pieces
only you knew perfectly well I was close at hand to save you."
We do not know how it is, but the wonderful way in which Mr.
O'Conxell has kept out of all explosions, reminds us very much of
the deep old file above.
THE CHILTERN HUNDREDS.
(From our own Correspondent.)
These delightful little Hundreds have latterly become a place of
fashionable resort. We have Lord Ashley staging with us, and other
distinguished members of the House of Commons. The Hundreds have
not been so gay for many years past ; and during the season Lord
Arthur Lennox, together with other celebrated characters, have alter-
nately acted as Stewards. There is some talk of races for the Chikern
Hundreds, if they continue their present attraction. Several individuals,
who have just broken off from engagements which they have been under
of the dunghill. As soon as the old cock saw this, he quietly jumped . for some years, have sought distraction in the excitement of acting as
into his place, and ever since has had the pickings of the corn all to ! Stewards in the romantic little Hundreds of Chiltern.
himself. Some have come amoDg us to drink the waters of political oblivion
which abound in this romantic spot. Others have been to try the cold
water cure, and Lord Arthur Lennox has done so upon the recom-
mendation of his brother, the Duke op Richmond. It agreed with him
very well, and he has gone back to the Treasury quite another man.
Everybody says that the Chiltern Hundreds have completely got him
round.
"NEWCASTLE'S FREEDOM OF ELECTION.
The bantam is Lord John, and Sir Robert is, of course, the
knowing old cock.
THE DRONES.
A swarm of drones lived for a number of years in a rich beehive,
helping themselves to the best of the honey, and contributing nothing
to the store. This was endured for such a length of time, that the
drones at last really believed that the honey was of their own making,
and that the hive could not get on without them. "Whenever a poor
"busy, busy bee" came to ask for food, they would set upon him in
the most violent manner, and, with a tremendous hum, call out for
" Protection." This was more than the blood of the bees could
stand, so they all united in a body, and attacked the drones. In a
very short time there was not a single drone left in the hive.
We implore our venerable Dukes to have the above little Fable
read to them at least once a day.
the CUNNING OSTLER.
An ostler wanted to catch several wild horses, that had long eluded
his grasp. He whistled to them, coaxed them, called them by all
sorts of winning names, but the horses would not be caught by chaff.
The ostler at last went to them with a large corn measure in his
hand. The horses, at first so wild and restive, became all of a sudden
tame, gradually approached the ostler—looked into his measure,
sniffed the corn, and—after turning it over and nibbling it a little—
quietly allowed themselves to be led whichever way the ostler
wished.
In the same way, Sir Robert Peel, in the new field he has lately
entered, will catch several members who have always avoided him,
by going to them with a corn measure in his hand.
THE DEEP OLD FILE.
An old file was boasting of having once brought down the light-
ning. " Yes, so you did," retorted a lightning-conductor from the
The Profoser, Seconder, and 000 Free and Independent Electors
of Newark.
Literary Novelty.—There is another book published about the
captivity of Napoleon at St. Helena. A work of the kind must
be dreadfully wanted, for, if we recollect rightly, there have only been
six-and-thirty published upon this subject before.
LITTLE FABLES FOR LITTLE POLITICIANS.
THE PARROT.
Parrot was boasting of its extraordi-
nary powers of talking. " Name the
subject," it pompously said, "which I
cannot say something upon." "It's
all very fine talking," said its master,
" but the question is, when you talk,
how much of it do you understand ?"
The same question might be put to
Lord Brougham, with about the
same chance of a reply.
the OLD COCK AND the bantam.
A bantam was once on the top of a dunghill. He kept crowing,
as he scratched up several pieces of grain, but as they were always
more than he could swallow, no sooner had he crowed than he was
obliged to let them drop again. An old cock—well known in his
neighbourhood as the cock of the walk—was always on the look out,
and as the corn fell from the bantam, he had nothing to do but to
pick it up, and turn it to his own use. At last the bantam, by dint
of scratching away the ground from under his feet, had nothing left to
stand upon, and the consequence was he tumbled down from the top
top of a powder magazine, " and would have been blown to pieces
only you knew perfectly well I was close at hand to save you."
We do not know how it is, but the wonderful way in which Mr.
O'Conxell has kept out of all explosions, reminds us very much of
the deep old file above.
THE CHILTERN HUNDREDS.
(From our own Correspondent.)
These delightful little Hundreds have latterly become a place of
fashionable resort. We have Lord Ashley staging with us, and other
distinguished members of the House of Commons. The Hundreds have
not been so gay for many years past ; and during the season Lord
Arthur Lennox, together with other celebrated characters, have alter-
nately acted as Stewards. There is some talk of races for the Chikern
Hundreds, if they continue their present attraction. Several individuals,
who have just broken off from engagements which they have been under
of the dunghill. As soon as the old cock saw this, he quietly jumped . for some years, have sought distraction in the excitement of acting as
into his place, and ever since has had the pickings of the corn all to ! Stewards in the romantic little Hundreds of Chiltern.
himself. Some have come amoDg us to drink the waters of political oblivion
which abound in this romantic spot. Others have been to try the cold
water cure, and Lord Arthur Lennox has done so upon the recom-
mendation of his brother, the Duke op Richmond. It agreed with him
very well, and he has gone back to the Treasury quite another man.
Everybody says that the Chiltern Hundreds have completely got him
round.
"NEWCASTLE'S FREEDOM OF ELECTION.
The bantam is Lord John, and Sir Robert is, of course, the
knowing old cock.
THE DRONES.
A swarm of drones lived for a number of years in a rich beehive,
helping themselves to the best of the honey, and contributing nothing
to the store. This was endured for such a length of time, that the
drones at last really believed that the honey was of their own making,
and that the hive could not get on without them. "Whenever a poor
"busy, busy bee" came to ask for food, they would set upon him in
the most violent manner, and, with a tremendous hum, call out for
" Protection." This was more than the blood of the bees could
stand, so they all united in a body, and attacked the drones. In a
very short time there was not a single drone left in the hive.
We implore our venerable Dukes to have the above little Fable
read to them at least once a day.
the CUNNING OSTLER.
An ostler wanted to catch several wild horses, that had long eluded
his grasp. He whistled to them, coaxed them, called them by all
sorts of winning names, but the horses would not be caught by chaff.
The ostler at last went to them with a large corn measure in his
hand. The horses, at first so wild and restive, became all of a sudden
tame, gradually approached the ostler—looked into his measure,
sniffed the corn, and—after turning it over and nibbling it a little—
quietly allowed themselves to be led whichever way the ostler
wished.
In the same way, Sir Robert Peel, in the new field he has lately
entered, will catch several members who have always avoided him,
by going to them with a corn measure in his hand.
THE DEEP OLD FILE.
An old file was boasting of having once brought down the light-
ning. " Yes, so you did," retorted a lightning-conductor from the
The Profoser, Seconder, and 000 Free and Independent Electors
of Newark.
Literary Novelty.—There is another book published about the
captivity of Napoleon at St. Helena. A work of the kind must
be dreadfully wanted, for, if we recollect rightly, there have only been
six-and-thirty published upon this subject before.