DOI issue:
January to June, 1846
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16542#0197
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
199
PUNCH TO HIS MANUFACTURING FRIENDS.
Our friends in the North are earnestly entreated to pause in their munificence.
We are literally overstocked with articles of utility, and are groaning under a per-
fect plethora of pots and pans, kettles and crockery. We sincerely regret our
rashness in having adopted the principle resorted to for furnishing the Pecksnie-
fjeet; for our attic being small, we are not able to accommodate half the dust-pans,
jugs, and basins that the beneficence of our friends in the North has showered
down upon us. We are compelled to put up with the company of a great wooden-
headed Scotchman in the act of constantly taking a pinch of snuff, which has been
sent to us as a specimen of the perfection attained in making figures for the shop-
doors of the tobacconists. A washing-tub is well enough in its place, but we rather
object to give it accommodation in
our study, and we beg leave to inform
the person who gave it us. that unless
it is carried away, it will be sold to
pay expenses, for it has cost us a
world of worry to know where to
put it. The pickles we have received
were well enough at first, but the
most inveterate amateurs of a relish
cannot go on devouring capsicums
from morning till night, or picking
out tit-bits of cauliflower with inces -
sant gusto. We have endeavoured
to accommodate our friends as far
as we could, but we have learned
that it is possible to have too much
of a good thing, and we beg to state
distinctly that we will receive no
more ironmongery or turnery, under
any pretext whatever. We are like
the unfortunate individual who suf-
fered so severely for wishing every-
thing he touched might turn to gold ;
for wherever we lay our hand, it
lights on some saucepan, pot, kettle,
or other article of kitchen vertu. We
have had too much of a good thing,
and we form another sad illustration of the vanity of human wishes.
PORTRAIT OP A NEW MUG.
Peel's Acts,
The Corn Law Bill is getting on so slowly, that we advise Sir Robert Peel
to print upon the Parliamentary Papers, the popular play-bill information,—
" A period of twelve months will elapse between the first and second readings" and—
* Between the second and third readings there will be an interval of two years.''''
SO TAKE YOUR TIME, DO, BARR V.'
song.— by lord b.
Oh, now I come before you
To sing my favourite song ;
I '11 just mount on the woolsack,
And will not keep you long.
So take your time, do, Barry,
And, Barry, Barry, make it long—
Yes, take your time, do, Barry,
And, Barry, make it long.
Last week, I said to Barry,
" Why don't you roof us in ? "
He said he would not carry
One hod, till he had more tin.
So take your time, &c.
" What's come of all the money ? "
I then made bold to say ;
Says he, " Indeed it's Dr. Reid
As blows it all away."
So take your time, &c.
Then I attack'd the Doctor,
And what was his reply ?
Why, a piping- hot sirocco blast
He puff'd into my eye.
So take your time, &c.
And is the House to tarry,
While these two " humbugs " tilt ?
As long as you build on Barry,
You never will be built!
So take your time, &c.
He promised us a palace,
And only gave a wall;
In short, though he's a man of bricks,
He's not a brick at all.
So take your time, &c.
" No money, no completion "—
The song now sung to you—■
Your sons will hear from year to year,
And your great grandsons too.
So take your time, &c.
In the year nineteen hundred
The House will see, I know,
New Barrys make-believe to build—
New Reids affect to blow.
So take your time, &c.
As sure as I'm old Harry,
And you my victims are,
I '11 move that Reid and Barry
Be call'd to your Lordships' bar.
So take your time, &c.
And when we know who's guilty,
It then shall be agreed—
That Reid shall blow up Barry,
Or Barry brick up Reid.
So take your time, do Barry,
But Barry, Barry, don't be long ;
If you take much longer, Barry,
You '11 find you 're in the wrong !
BROUGHAM AND THE TALLOW-CHANDLER.
Some of our readers may recollect the story of the tallow-
chandler, who, when he disposed of his good-will, and was
about to retire upon a fortune, made an especial agreement
that he should be allowed to come to the shop, and enjoy
himself on melting-days. We wonder that this story was
forgotten by Brougham—so full as he is of anecdote—
when he was called up to the Lords. He ought certainly to
have had a clause inserted in his patent, that would have
relieved him in his present strait, for he complained, a
night or two since, that " there seemed an utter incapacity
to do business in another place. Their Lordships did their
business ; but elsewhere they seemed never to think of it."
Assuredly, like the old tallow-chandler, Brougham ought
to be permitted to take his seat in the Commons on melt-
ing-days.
199
PUNCH TO HIS MANUFACTURING FRIENDS.
Our friends in the North are earnestly entreated to pause in their munificence.
We are literally overstocked with articles of utility, and are groaning under a per-
fect plethora of pots and pans, kettles and crockery. We sincerely regret our
rashness in having adopted the principle resorted to for furnishing the Pecksnie-
fjeet; for our attic being small, we are not able to accommodate half the dust-pans,
jugs, and basins that the beneficence of our friends in the North has showered
down upon us. We are compelled to put up with the company of a great wooden-
headed Scotchman in the act of constantly taking a pinch of snuff, which has been
sent to us as a specimen of the perfection attained in making figures for the shop-
doors of the tobacconists. A washing-tub is well enough in its place, but we rather
object to give it accommodation in
our study, and we beg leave to inform
the person who gave it us. that unless
it is carried away, it will be sold to
pay expenses, for it has cost us a
world of worry to know where to
put it. The pickles we have received
were well enough at first, but the
most inveterate amateurs of a relish
cannot go on devouring capsicums
from morning till night, or picking
out tit-bits of cauliflower with inces -
sant gusto. We have endeavoured
to accommodate our friends as far
as we could, but we have learned
that it is possible to have too much
of a good thing, and we beg to state
distinctly that we will receive no
more ironmongery or turnery, under
any pretext whatever. We are like
the unfortunate individual who suf-
fered so severely for wishing every-
thing he touched might turn to gold ;
for wherever we lay our hand, it
lights on some saucepan, pot, kettle,
or other article of kitchen vertu. We
have had too much of a good thing,
and we form another sad illustration of the vanity of human wishes.
PORTRAIT OP A NEW MUG.
Peel's Acts,
The Corn Law Bill is getting on so slowly, that we advise Sir Robert Peel
to print upon the Parliamentary Papers, the popular play-bill information,—
" A period of twelve months will elapse between the first and second readings" and—
* Between the second and third readings there will be an interval of two years.''''
SO TAKE YOUR TIME, DO, BARR V.'
song.— by lord b.
Oh, now I come before you
To sing my favourite song ;
I '11 just mount on the woolsack,
And will not keep you long.
So take your time, do, Barry,
And, Barry, Barry, make it long—
Yes, take your time, do, Barry,
And, Barry, make it long.
Last week, I said to Barry,
" Why don't you roof us in ? "
He said he would not carry
One hod, till he had more tin.
So take your time, &c.
" What's come of all the money ? "
I then made bold to say ;
Says he, " Indeed it's Dr. Reid
As blows it all away."
So take your time, &c.
Then I attack'd the Doctor,
And what was his reply ?
Why, a piping- hot sirocco blast
He puff'd into my eye.
So take your time, &c.
And is the House to tarry,
While these two " humbugs " tilt ?
As long as you build on Barry,
You never will be built!
So take your time, &c.
He promised us a palace,
And only gave a wall;
In short, though he's a man of bricks,
He's not a brick at all.
So take your time, &c.
" No money, no completion "—
The song now sung to you—■
Your sons will hear from year to year,
And your great grandsons too.
So take your time, &c.
In the year nineteen hundred
The House will see, I know,
New Barrys make-believe to build—
New Reids affect to blow.
So take your time, &c.
As sure as I'm old Harry,
And you my victims are,
I '11 move that Reid and Barry
Be call'd to your Lordships' bar.
So take your time, &c.
And when we know who's guilty,
It then shall be agreed—
That Reid shall blow up Barry,
Or Barry brick up Reid.
So take your time, do Barry,
But Barry, Barry, don't be long ;
If you take much longer, Barry,
You '11 find you 're in the wrong !
BROUGHAM AND THE TALLOW-CHANDLER.
Some of our readers may recollect the story of the tallow-
chandler, who, when he disposed of his good-will, and was
about to retire upon a fortune, made an especial agreement
that he should be allowed to come to the shop, and enjoy
himself on melting-days. We wonder that this story was
forgotten by Brougham—so full as he is of anecdote—
when he was called up to the Lords. He ought certainly to
have had a clause inserted in his patent, that would have
relieved him in his present strait, for he complained, a
night or two since, that " there seemed an utter incapacity
to do business in another place. Their Lordships did their
business ; but elsewhere they seemed never to think of it."
Assuredly, like the old tallow-chandler, Brougham ought
to be permitted to take his seat in the Commons on melt-
ing-days.