DOI issue:
January to June, 1846
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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: young, neither—be pleased to look to our packidges, & place them, in
rA..rC -rue n&.l\nc micCTinw otner carridge.' I did so with an evy Art. I eranged them 23
»>=.AIVIb.5> UIN 1 rlfc. UMUUt yULSI | articles in the opsit carridg, only missiDg my umbrella & baby's
■ rattle ; and jest as I came back for my baysn of soop, the beast of
Me. Punch has received from that eminent railroad authority, a bell rings, the whizzhng injians proclayms the time of our departure,
Mb. Jeames Plush, the following letter, which bears most pathetically j —& farewell soop and cottn velvet. Mart Hann was sulky. She said
upon the present Gauge dispute :— it was my losing the umbrella. If it had been a cotton velvet umberetta
: I could have understood. James Hangelo sittn on my knee was
ou_wi.ll scarcely praps reckonize | evidently unwell; without his coral : & for 20 miles that blessid
babby kep up a rawring, which caused all the passingers to simpithize
with him igseedingly.
" We arrive at Gloster, and there fansy my disgust at bein ableeged
to undergo another change of carriages ! Fansy me holding up moughs,
unfortnt Jeames de la Pluche, tippits, cloaks, and baskits, and James Hangelo rawring still like mad,
fomly so selabrated in the fash-j an(j pretending to shuperintend the carrying over of our luggage from
nabble suckles, now the pore ! the broad gage to the narrow gage. ' Mary Hann,' says I, rot to des-
Jeames Plush, landlord of the | perati0n, ' I shall throttle this darling if he goes on.' 'Do,' says she—
' and go into the refreshment room,' says she—a snatchin the babby out
of my arms. ' Do go,' says she, ' youre not fit to look after luggage,'
and she began lulling James Hangelo to sleep with one hi, while she
looked after the packets with the other. ' Now, Sir ! if you please,
mind that packet!—pretty darling—easy with that box, Sir, its glass
—pooooty poppet—where's the deal case, marked arrowroot, No. 24 ? '
she cried, reading out of a list she had.—And poor little James went
to sleep. The porters were bundling and carting the various harticles
with no more ceremony than if each package had been of cannon-ball.
" At last—bang goes a package marked ' Glass,' and containing the
Chayny bowl and Lady Bareacres' mixture, into a large white band-
box, with a crash and a smash. ' It's My Lady's box from Crino-
line's !' cries Mary Hann , and she puts down the child on the bench,
and rushes forward to inspect the dammidge. You could hear the
Chayny bowls clinking inside ; and Lady B.'s mixture (which had the
igsack smell of cherry brandy) was dribbling out over the smashed
bandbox containing a white child's cloak, trimmed with Blown lace
and lined with white satting.
" As James was asleep, and I was by this time uncommon hungry, I
thought I would go into the Refreshment Boom and just take a little
in this little skitch the haltered
linimints of 1, with woos face
the reders of your valluble
mislny were once fimiliar,—the
Wheel of Fortune public house,
Yes, that is me ; that is my
haypun which I wear as becomes
a publican—those is the checkers
which hornyment the pillows
of my dor. I am like the Romin
Genral, St. Cenatus, equal to
any emudgency cf Fortun. I,
who have drunk Shampang in
my time, aint now abov droring a
h pint of Small Bier. As for my
wife—that Angel—I've not ven-
tured to depigt Iter. Fansy her
a sittn in the Bar, smilin like a
sunflower—and, ho, dear Punch !
happy in nussing a deer little
darlint totsywotsy of a Jeames,
with my air to a curl, and my
i's to a T !
I never thought I should have been injuiced to write anything but a
" We took our places in the carriage in the dark, both of us covered
with a pile of packages, and Mary Hann so sulky that she would not
speak for some minutes. At last she spoke out—
" ' Have you all the small parcels ? '
" ' Twenty-three in all,' says I.
" ' Then give me babv.'
" ' Give you what ? ' says I.
" ' Give me baby.'
" ' What haven't y-y-yoooo got him ?' says I.
" O Mussy ! You should have heard her sreak ! We'd left him on
the ledge at Gloster.
" It all came of the break of gage.
Bill agin, much less to edress you on Railway Subjix—which with all; soup . so j wrapped him up in his cloak and laid him by his mamma,
my sole I abaw. Railway letters, obligations to pay hup, gmteal; an(i went 0g> There's not near such good attendance as at Swindon
inquirys as to my Salissator's name, &c, &c, I dispize and scorn artily.
But as a man, an usbnd, a father, and a freebon Brittn, my jewty com-
pels me to come forwoods, and igspress my opinion upon that nashnal
newsance—the break of Gage.
" An interesting ewent in a noble family with which I once very
nearly had the honer of being kinected, acurd a few weex sins, when
the Lady Angelina S—-—, daughter of the Earl of B-ores,
presented the gallant Capting, her us band, with a Son & hair.
Nothink would satasfy her Ladyship but that her old and atacht fam-
dy-shamber, my wife Mary Hann Plush, should be presnt upon this
hospicious occasion. Capting S-was not jellus of me on account
of my former attachment to his Lady. I cunsented that my Mary
Hann should attend her, and me, my wife, and our dear babby acawd-
ingly set out for our noable frend's residence, Honeymoon Lodge, near
Cheltenham.
" Sick of all Railroads myself, I wisht to poast it in a Chay and 4, but
Mary Hann, with the hobstenacy of her Sex, was bent upon Railroad
travelling, and I yealded, like all husbinds. We set out by the Great
Westn, in an eavle Hour.
" We didnt take much luggitch—my wife's things in the ushal band-
boxes—mine in a potmancho. Our dear little James Angelo's (called
so in complament to his noble Godmamma) craddle, and a small supply
of a few 100 weight of Topsanbawtems, Farinashious food, and Lady's
fingers, for that dear child who is now 6 months old, with a perdidgus
appatite. Likewise we were charged with a bran new Medsan chest
for my lady, from Skivary & Moris, containing enough rewbub,
Daffy's Ahxir, Godfrey's, with a few score of parsles for Lady
Hangelina's family and owsehold. About 2000 spessymins of Babby
linning from Mrs. Flummary's, in Regent Street, a Chayny Cresning
bowl from old Lady Bareacres (big enough to immus a Halderman),
& a case marked ' Glass,' from her ladyship's meddicle man, which
were stowed away together ; had to this an ormylew Cradle, with
rose-coloured Satting & Pink lace hangings, held up by a gold tuttle-
dove, &c. We had, ingluding James Hangelo's rattle & my umbrel-
low, 73 packidges in alL
We got on very well as far as Swindon, where, in the Splendid
Refreshment room, there was a galaxy of lovely gals in cottn velvet
spencers, who serves out the soop, and 1 of whom maid an impresshn
upon this Art which I shoodn't like Mary Hann to know—and here,
to our infanit disgu3t, we changed carridges. I forgot to say that we
were in the secknd class, having with us James Hangelo, and 23
other light harticles.
" Fust inconveniance -, and almost as bad as break of gage. I cast
my hi upon the gal in cottn velvet, and wanted some soop, of coarse ;
but seasing up James Hangelo (who was layin his dear little pors on
an Am Sangwidg) and seeing my igspresshn of hi—' James,' says
Mast Hann, ' instead of looking at that young lady—and not so very
JENKINS HAPPY.
Jenkins (he is certainly come again) in the Post, says—
'' We are happy to be able to correct a rumour that was prevalent at the west end of
the town on Saturday, to the effect that a marriage had been clandestinely solemnised
at St. George's, Hanover Square, between a commoner of family and fortune, and the
Lady Anna Eliza Mary Grenville, daughter of the Duke of Buckingham and
Chandos."
Now, why should Jenkins be happy ? What has the celibacy of
Lady Grenville to do with his felicity ? Jenkins is surely not of
the house of Chandos : he can fear no blot in his scutcheon. Then,
again we ask it, wherefore is he happy ? At the disappointment of
the lovers ? Stony-hearted Jenkins !
Smltnfield Intelligence.
Our Smithfield correspondent writes to us in a state of gloomy des-
pondency. A general flatness prevailed in all sorts of meats, and veal
was as dead as mutton. There was a terrible glut of beef, and several
cows got their horns crumpled in the crowd. A few south downs
exhibited a slight upward tendency, but they went into a rapid decline
before the close of business,—a decline caused by a want of general
consumption. Pigs fell when taken by the leg, and fine old steers were so
depressed that it required several doses of Steer's opodeldoc to bring
them up again. There was in the course of the day a buoyancy in
heifers, but the (h)effervescence was only temporary.
223
: young, neither—be pleased to look to our packidges, & place them, in
rA..rC -rue n&.l\nc micCTinw otner carridge.' I did so with an evy Art. I eranged them 23
»>=.AIVIb.5> UIN 1 rlfc. UMUUt yULSI | articles in the opsit carridg, only missiDg my umbrella & baby's
■ rattle ; and jest as I came back for my baysn of soop, the beast of
Me. Punch has received from that eminent railroad authority, a bell rings, the whizzhng injians proclayms the time of our departure,
Mb. Jeames Plush, the following letter, which bears most pathetically j —& farewell soop and cottn velvet. Mart Hann was sulky. She said
upon the present Gauge dispute :— it was my losing the umbrella. If it had been a cotton velvet umberetta
: I could have understood. James Hangelo sittn on my knee was
ou_wi.ll scarcely praps reckonize | evidently unwell; without his coral : & for 20 miles that blessid
babby kep up a rawring, which caused all the passingers to simpithize
with him igseedingly.
" We arrive at Gloster, and there fansy my disgust at bein ableeged
to undergo another change of carriages ! Fansy me holding up moughs,
unfortnt Jeames de la Pluche, tippits, cloaks, and baskits, and James Hangelo rawring still like mad,
fomly so selabrated in the fash-j an(j pretending to shuperintend the carrying over of our luggage from
nabble suckles, now the pore ! the broad gage to the narrow gage. ' Mary Hann,' says I, rot to des-
Jeames Plush, landlord of the | perati0n, ' I shall throttle this darling if he goes on.' 'Do,' says she—
' and go into the refreshment room,' says she—a snatchin the babby out
of my arms. ' Do go,' says she, ' youre not fit to look after luggage,'
and she began lulling James Hangelo to sleep with one hi, while she
looked after the packets with the other. ' Now, Sir ! if you please,
mind that packet!—pretty darling—easy with that box, Sir, its glass
—pooooty poppet—where's the deal case, marked arrowroot, No. 24 ? '
she cried, reading out of a list she had.—And poor little James went
to sleep. The porters were bundling and carting the various harticles
with no more ceremony than if each package had been of cannon-ball.
" At last—bang goes a package marked ' Glass,' and containing the
Chayny bowl and Lady Bareacres' mixture, into a large white band-
box, with a crash and a smash. ' It's My Lady's box from Crino-
line's !' cries Mary Hann , and she puts down the child on the bench,
and rushes forward to inspect the dammidge. You could hear the
Chayny bowls clinking inside ; and Lady B.'s mixture (which had the
igsack smell of cherry brandy) was dribbling out over the smashed
bandbox containing a white child's cloak, trimmed with Blown lace
and lined with white satting.
" As James was asleep, and I was by this time uncommon hungry, I
thought I would go into the Refreshment Boom and just take a little
in this little skitch the haltered
linimints of 1, with woos face
the reders of your valluble
mislny were once fimiliar,—the
Wheel of Fortune public house,
Yes, that is me ; that is my
haypun which I wear as becomes
a publican—those is the checkers
which hornyment the pillows
of my dor. I am like the Romin
Genral, St. Cenatus, equal to
any emudgency cf Fortun. I,
who have drunk Shampang in
my time, aint now abov droring a
h pint of Small Bier. As for my
wife—that Angel—I've not ven-
tured to depigt Iter. Fansy her
a sittn in the Bar, smilin like a
sunflower—and, ho, dear Punch !
happy in nussing a deer little
darlint totsywotsy of a Jeames,
with my air to a curl, and my
i's to a T !
I never thought I should have been injuiced to write anything but a
" We took our places in the carriage in the dark, both of us covered
with a pile of packages, and Mary Hann so sulky that she would not
speak for some minutes. At last she spoke out—
" ' Have you all the small parcels ? '
" ' Twenty-three in all,' says I.
" ' Then give me babv.'
" ' Give you what ? ' says I.
" ' Give me baby.'
" ' What haven't y-y-yoooo got him ?' says I.
" O Mussy ! You should have heard her sreak ! We'd left him on
the ledge at Gloster.
" It all came of the break of gage.
Bill agin, much less to edress you on Railway Subjix—which with all; soup . so j wrapped him up in his cloak and laid him by his mamma,
my sole I abaw. Railway letters, obligations to pay hup, gmteal; an(i went 0g> There's not near such good attendance as at Swindon
inquirys as to my Salissator's name, &c, &c, I dispize and scorn artily.
But as a man, an usbnd, a father, and a freebon Brittn, my jewty com-
pels me to come forwoods, and igspress my opinion upon that nashnal
newsance—the break of Gage.
" An interesting ewent in a noble family with which I once very
nearly had the honer of being kinected, acurd a few weex sins, when
the Lady Angelina S—-—, daughter of the Earl of B-ores,
presented the gallant Capting, her us band, with a Son & hair.
Nothink would satasfy her Ladyship but that her old and atacht fam-
dy-shamber, my wife Mary Hann Plush, should be presnt upon this
hospicious occasion. Capting S-was not jellus of me on account
of my former attachment to his Lady. I cunsented that my Mary
Hann should attend her, and me, my wife, and our dear babby acawd-
ingly set out for our noable frend's residence, Honeymoon Lodge, near
Cheltenham.
" Sick of all Railroads myself, I wisht to poast it in a Chay and 4, but
Mary Hann, with the hobstenacy of her Sex, was bent upon Railroad
travelling, and I yealded, like all husbinds. We set out by the Great
Westn, in an eavle Hour.
" We didnt take much luggitch—my wife's things in the ushal band-
boxes—mine in a potmancho. Our dear little James Angelo's (called
so in complament to his noble Godmamma) craddle, and a small supply
of a few 100 weight of Topsanbawtems, Farinashious food, and Lady's
fingers, for that dear child who is now 6 months old, with a perdidgus
appatite. Likewise we were charged with a bran new Medsan chest
for my lady, from Skivary & Moris, containing enough rewbub,
Daffy's Ahxir, Godfrey's, with a few score of parsles for Lady
Hangelina's family and owsehold. About 2000 spessymins of Babby
linning from Mrs. Flummary's, in Regent Street, a Chayny Cresning
bowl from old Lady Bareacres (big enough to immus a Halderman),
& a case marked ' Glass,' from her ladyship's meddicle man, which
were stowed away together ; had to this an ormylew Cradle, with
rose-coloured Satting & Pink lace hangings, held up by a gold tuttle-
dove, &c. We had, ingluding James Hangelo's rattle & my umbrel-
low, 73 packidges in alL
We got on very well as far as Swindon, where, in the Splendid
Refreshment room, there was a galaxy of lovely gals in cottn velvet
spencers, who serves out the soop, and 1 of whom maid an impresshn
upon this Art which I shoodn't like Mary Hann to know—and here,
to our infanit disgu3t, we changed carridges. I forgot to say that we
were in the secknd class, having with us James Hangelo, and 23
other light harticles.
" Fust inconveniance -, and almost as bad as break of gage. I cast
my hi upon the gal in cottn velvet, and wanted some soop, of coarse ;
but seasing up James Hangelo (who was layin his dear little pors on
an Am Sangwidg) and seeing my igspresshn of hi—' James,' says
Mast Hann, ' instead of looking at that young lady—and not so very
JENKINS HAPPY.
Jenkins (he is certainly come again) in the Post, says—
'' We are happy to be able to correct a rumour that was prevalent at the west end of
the town on Saturday, to the effect that a marriage had been clandestinely solemnised
at St. George's, Hanover Square, between a commoner of family and fortune, and the
Lady Anna Eliza Mary Grenville, daughter of the Duke of Buckingham and
Chandos."
Now, why should Jenkins be happy ? What has the celibacy of
Lady Grenville to do with his felicity ? Jenkins is surely not of
the house of Chandos : he can fear no blot in his scutcheon. Then,
again we ask it, wherefore is he happy ? At the disappointment of
the lovers ? Stony-hearted Jenkins !
Smltnfield Intelligence.
Our Smithfield correspondent writes to us in a state of gloomy des-
pondency. A general flatness prevailed in all sorts of meats, and veal
was as dead as mutton. There was a terrible glut of beef, and several
cows got their horns crumpled in the crowd. A few south downs
exhibited a slight upward tendency, but they went into a rapid decline
before the close of business,—a decline caused by a want of general
consumption. Pigs fell when taken by the leg, and fine old steers were so
depressed that it required several doses of Steer's opodeldoc to bring
them up again. There was in the course of the day a buoyancy in
heifers, but the (h)effervescence was only temporary.