Punch (10.1846)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

"BE GUSTIBUS" &c. &c.

Snip. " That's a sweet Thing for a Waistcoat, Sir, and would look

uncommon well upon you, SlR?"

THE CIVIL WAR IN THE CITY.

This struggle, in which " a brother madly seeks to shed a brother's
■cash," is still raging, and it has been determined that two decisive
actions shall be fought in the courts of law, the most destructive of
all fields of battle. The indefatigable Mr. Newton, the attorney, is
providing ammunition on behalf of the Watermen. That powerful
engine, a writ, has already been brought to play, and he has received
with that effective shield a special plea, the first fire—m °:e shape of a
declaration—from the enemy.

Writs of certiorari have been savagely exchanged, by which the
parties have shifted the champ ale bataille. The City forces are confident
in the name of the Lord Mayor, whom they consider a tower of
strength , but it must be remembered that such a tower leans all on
one side, like the structure at Pisa. The Watermen are, on their parts,
eager, and declare themselves armed in the triple panoply of Justice.
However the struggle ends, one lamentable fact is certain—namely,
that the fields of Westminster must be deluged with the costs of both
parties.

HORSE-KILLING.

Three horses, ridden by gentlemen, were killed—run to death—at
the Windsor Easter Hunt. We understand that the offending riders—
smitten with remorse—have sent in a very handsome subscription to
the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. They have felt
that had they been costermongers, and driven their donkeys to death,
they would have been sentenced to a fine, and therefore unanimously
resolved that, being gentlemen, they should, for their offence of
cruelty, pay a double penalty.

France, the Bird of Wisdom.

M Michelet says, in his late work—Le Peuph, " France can see
Ln the darkest night, when others can no longer distinguish." It seems,
then, that we have mistaken for the Gallic Cock what turns out to be,
in reality, an Owl.

AGRICULTURAL INTELLIGENCE.

It is a delightful thing at the present moment, when so much
excitement prevails on the subject of food, to find individuals coming
forward to suggest modes of nourishment. Sir Trayton Drake has,
we find, announced to the Royal Agricultural Society the important
fact, that he got a turnip, cut it in slices, and gave a bit to his horse,
who relished it exceedingly. Sir Trayton then selected a slice or
two, which he boiled in a copper, and after mashing the pieces of
turnip into a pulp, rushed off to his pig-sty and distributed the
delicacy among the inmates, who devoured it with exceeding gusto.

The country ought to feel very grateful to Sir Trayton Drake for
having made these experiments, and for having communicated the
interesting result to the Agricultural Society.

We have now got at the important fact, that pigs will eat boiled
turnips, and that a horse will not turn up his nose at the raw article.
Inspired by a strong wish to be useful to our fellow-creatures, we have
been subjecting ourselves to a series of curious experiments with
reference to food, and we hasten to lay before the public a few facts
which we have ascertained beyond all question. In the first place, we
think we can venture to assert positively that the ordinary barn-door
fowl's egg plunged into water, and boiled for a few minutes, will, when
broken, be found to contain a nutritious substance.

The common dough, when baked until a crust is formed on the exte-
rior, also furnishes a very good substitute for the less accessible muffin, or
the still more recherche tea-cake. Those who find a difficulty in purchas-
ing pastry may manage tolerably well by getting a bundle of the stalks
of the common rhubarb, stripping off the leaves, and placing them in a
dish, embedded in a paste of household flour. We have tried this, when
baked, upon our own children, who have eaten it with almost as great
a relish as was exhibited by Sir Trayton Drake's horse, when he
bolted the sliced turnip.

These things are trivial in themselves ; but they are of the utmost
importance in all well-regulated families.

LATEST FASHION,

A SKETCH TAKEN ON THE BOULEVARDS.

PALMERSTON IN PARIS.

It is an extraordinary fact, that Lord Palmerston dined with the
King of the French on Sunday, and nevertheless the Nation did Dot
the next day warn its readers that France was sold, and perfide Albion
had bought her.