DOI Heft:
July to December, 1846
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
wretch ! Meanwhile Mrs. Botibol is simpering on fresh arrivals ;
the individual at the door is roaring out their names ; poor Cacafooo
is quavering away in the music-room, under the impression that he
will he lance in the world by singing inaudibly here. And what a
blessing it is to squeeze out of the door, and into the street, where
a half-hundred of carriages are in waiting ; and where the link-boy,
with that unnecessary lanthorn of his, pounces upon all who issue out,
and will insist upon getting your noble honour's lordship's cab.
And to think that there are people who, after having been to
Botibol on Wednesday, will go to Clutterbuck on Friday !
THE CLOSING OF THE OPERA.
f course this event has seriously affected
the sensibility of the Morning Post,
which has gone into some very interest-
ing particulars of'the destination of the
various members of the company.
Lablache, with his enormous voice
packed in his tremendous chest, is off
to Naples ; Lucille Grahn, making
an elegant little parcel of her entrechats,
starts for Rome ; while Cerito, putting
the poetry of motion into a state of
locomotion, capers up to the railway
station for a professional trip to Liver-
pool. Les Dcesses de la Danse are retiring
for the present, not only from The Judg-
ment of Paris, but from the judgment
of London also, and one of them is
about to submit herself to the judgment
of the English provinces. The apples
for which they are going to contend
will be golden pippins, which, we have
no doubt, will be gathered in bushels by
all three of them.
Our fashionable contemporary has,
however, made some omissions in his
list of the intended resort of the orna-
ments of Her Majesty's Theatre on the
close of the season. We are happy to
i l\y >/Rrfrflffl li I I ^ ena^ed> on tne very best authority,
_J pr / I n mil I t0 suPPlv the deficiency. Signor
r A\ Artgro Paddingtoni, the second bass
on the O.P. side in the chorus, will go
as first tenor to the Marine Library
at Ramsgate ; and the celebrated alto. Guglielmo Bruno, or, as his
intimate friends are in the habit of calling him, Signor Bill Brown.
will resume his old place in the cider-cellar glees, wht* the Welsh
Rabbit season recommences.
In the ballet department Mademoiselle Green will go as the
celebrated danseuse Le Vert, the Tooting Taglioni to the Bower
Saloon, where she is engaged to dance the pas de quatre as danced at
Her Majesty's Theatre. It is true that one person may find a
difficulty in getting through a dance intended for four , but the best
game at whist we ever played in our lives, was one in which we had
the pleasure of playing with three dummies. There was no loss of
temper among the partners on either side, and thus the pas de quatre
of Miss Le Vert will be free from all those professional feelings of
jealousy which in some degree marred the effect of the performance at
the opera.
The graceful and energetic Monsieur Tailleur—Anglice, Young
Taylor—the ninth happy peasant in the ballet of the Somnambula,
will depart for Gravesend as aide-de-camp or attache, to his Terpsi-
chorean Excellency, Baron Nathan, at Tivoli. Further arrangements
may be known on application to the hall porter of Her Majesty's
Theatre ; and it is believed that some of the troupe are still open to
engagements.
The eighty-sixth violin has been offered the leadership of the
ancient concerts held on the Diamond Steam Packets, but he is
expected to close with the Margate Pier Philharmonic Society, as
premier fiddle, with the privilege of introducing a saucer after each
performance.
Start Early.
The Lord Mayor announces several grand dinners this week. We
hope his Lordship has given intimation to every one of his guests that
the principal thoroughfares to the City are blocked up, or else he will be
sure to be disturbed in the middle of the night by some unhappy
foreigner who has just come to dinner. His Lordship should put at
the bottom of his invitations, "Dinner at 12 for 6. precisely."
CAMBRIDGE AFLOAT.
Mrs. Gamp has given us—exclusively too—the following romantic
narrative that, we trust, will be duly enshrined in the city archives.
" On Monday," says Mrs. G, " as the floating monster of the Thamps,
the city barge, so much famed for fun and festivity,"—(the sly old
woman !)—
" —was lying under the broad shadows of the trees at Kew, about three o'clock, having
just received on board the committee of the London Bridge Approaches, and their wive*
and daughters, and several other members of the corporation and their ladies, the party
was honoured in a manner they little expected."
Now, draw a long breath, reader, and repress your natural anxiety :—
"Sir Peter Laurie, casting his searching eye around to find some new matter ct
entertainment, espied "—
What ? a tumbler with gold balls, a spring board, and a carpet ?
A man with dancing-dogs ? A young lady in spangled white muslin,
with a tambourine, on stilts ? No ; none of these : something much
better, more unctuous ; far more droll and jolly : for Sir Pf.tkb
espied—
" His Royal Highness the Di ke of Cambridge calmly surveying the civic prep*,
rations for dinner."
We must doubt part of this. We know the Duke has philosophy ; but
we doubt his power of " calmly surveying " any preparations soever
for dinner. However :
" Overjoyed at the discovery, [oh, intensest Snob ! ] the knight, with true corporation
hospitality, proposed to Mb. Jones, the chairman, to invite bis Royal Highness to par.
take of the good things provided in the barge."
We do not say that the Duke accepted the invitation. For already
the reader knows he did. And—
" His Royal Highness remained for some time on board, and expressed much gn.tifl-
cation at the entertainment, which he declared was a ' rich treat' to him."
(Using " treat" in the sense of nothing to pay.) The company, h
ever, we are told, "were delighted with such an accession to their
enjoyments ! " The Duke made several jokes, but as with great nautical
judgment, he made them amidships, the barge did not lurch, and the
ladies did not scream. At length the Duke departed ; and then c.-ime
the wonder and the gratitude at the lucky cause of his visit. This has
since been differently explained. On one side it has been said that the
Duke was seated in his study, perusing M. Soyer's sumptuous volume
of the cuisine (for kitchen's vulgar), when, as the monster of the
Thames anchored "under the broad shadows of the trees at Kew,M
his Royal Highness—like the war-horse, snuffing the battle afar.—
scented the turtle and the venison, and immediately made for the
beach. Another report — that we should hate ourselves could we
believe — states that the whole affair was preconcerted between
Cambridge and Sir Peter. Certainly, to mean minds, the accident
has a look of arrangement ! but then Punch has not a mean mind.
A QUEER CONSECRATION".
The 13th Light Infantry have received a present of some new colours
from that distinguished veteran, Prince Albert. The ceremony of
presentation took place on Southsea Common. In the report of it. as
contained in the Times, we read that—
" The Prince dismounted, and entered the hollow square, accompanied by General
Pakenham, Sir Charles Ogle and Staff, and stood uncovered while the Ret. j. R.
Gleig, Chaplain-General to the Forces, consecrated the colours."
Consecrated the colours ! Is the Rev. Mr. Gleig a priest of Mars ?
Colours are strange things to be consecrated by a clergyman. Why
not consecrate muskets as well ? Why not pronounce a benediction
over gunpowder, over cartridges, shots, shells, howitzers, and congreve
rockets ? Why not give a canonical sanction to cannon ? Is it felt
that this would be going too far,—would be too palpable an association
of Christianity with carnage,—terms, that in spite of alliteration, will
not harmonise ? Now, it strikes us, that there is a species of con-
secration which would be much more suitable to the emblems ot
slaughter than the clerical.
Have any of our readers witnessed the performance of Der
Freischutz? If so, perhaps they will anticipate our suggestion. In
the incantation scene, having invoked Zamiel, and in the name of the
demon mixed his lead and sundries of sorcery in the bullet ladle,—
" And now," says Caspar, " for the blessing of the balls." The benison
recited on this occasion by our friend Caspar would, to our thinking, be
the best adapted to the flag of battle. Give a certain personage his
due. We are not told, that the service performed by the Chaplain to
the Forces was followed by a sermon. Perhaps it was. If so, could
his homily have been the Sermon on the Mount ?
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
wretch ! Meanwhile Mrs. Botibol is simpering on fresh arrivals ;
the individual at the door is roaring out their names ; poor Cacafooo
is quavering away in the music-room, under the impression that he
will he lance in the world by singing inaudibly here. And what a
blessing it is to squeeze out of the door, and into the street, where
a half-hundred of carriages are in waiting ; and where the link-boy,
with that unnecessary lanthorn of his, pounces upon all who issue out,
and will insist upon getting your noble honour's lordship's cab.
And to think that there are people who, after having been to
Botibol on Wednesday, will go to Clutterbuck on Friday !
THE CLOSING OF THE OPERA.
f course this event has seriously affected
the sensibility of the Morning Post,
which has gone into some very interest-
ing particulars of'the destination of the
various members of the company.
Lablache, with his enormous voice
packed in his tremendous chest, is off
to Naples ; Lucille Grahn, making
an elegant little parcel of her entrechats,
starts for Rome ; while Cerito, putting
the poetry of motion into a state of
locomotion, capers up to the railway
station for a professional trip to Liver-
pool. Les Dcesses de la Danse are retiring
for the present, not only from The Judg-
ment of Paris, but from the judgment
of London also, and one of them is
about to submit herself to the judgment
of the English provinces. The apples
for which they are going to contend
will be golden pippins, which, we have
no doubt, will be gathered in bushels by
all three of them.
Our fashionable contemporary has,
however, made some omissions in his
list of the intended resort of the orna-
ments of Her Majesty's Theatre on the
close of the season. We are happy to
i l\y >/Rrfrflffl li I I ^ ena^ed> on tne very best authority,
_J pr / I n mil I t0 suPPlv the deficiency. Signor
r A\ Artgro Paddingtoni, the second bass
on the O.P. side in the chorus, will go
as first tenor to the Marine Library
at Ramsgate ; and the celebrated alto. Guglielmo Bruno, or, as his
intimate friends are in the habit of calling him, Signor Bill Brown.
will resume his old place in the cider-cellar glees, wht* the Welsh
Rabbit season recommences.
In the ballet department Mademoiselle Green will go as the
celebrated danseuse Le Vert, the Tooting Taglioni to the Bower
Saloon, where she is engaged to dance the pas de quatre as danced at
Her Majesty's Theatre. It is true that one person may find a
difficulty in getting through a dance intended for four , but the best
game at whist we ever played in our lives, was one in which we had
the pleasure of playing with three dummies. There was no loss of
temper among the partners on either side, and thus the pas de quatre
of Miss Le Vert will be free from all those professional feelings of
jealousy which in some degree marred the effect of the performance at
the opera.
The graceful and energetic Monsieur Tailleur—Anglice, Young
Taylor—the ninth happy peasant in the ballet of the Somnambula,
will depart for Gravesend as aide-de-camp or attache, to his Terpsi-
chorean Excellency, Baron Nathan, at Tivoli. Further arrangements
may be known on application to the hall porter of Her Majesty's
Theatre ; and it is believed that some of the troupe are still open to
engagements.
The eighty-sixth violin has been offered the leadership of the
ancient concerts held on the Diamond Steam Packets, but he is
expected to close with the Margate Pier Philharmonic Society, as
premier fiddle, with the privilege of introducing a saucer after each
performance.
Start Early.
The Lord Mayor announces several grand dinners this week. We
hope his Lordship has given intimation to every one of his guests that
the principal thoroughfares to the City are blocked up, or else he will be
sure to be disturbed in the middle of the night by some unhappy
foreigner who has just come to dinner. His Lordship should put at
the bottom of his invitations, "Dinner at 12 for 6. precisely."
CAMBRIDGE AFLOAT.
Mrs. Gamp has given us—exclusively too—the following romantic
narrative that, we trust, will be duly enshrined in the city archives.
" On Monday," says Mrs. G, " as the floating monster of the Thamps,
the city barge, so much famed for fun and festivity,"—(the sly old
woman !)—
" —was lying under the broad shadows of the trees at Kew, about three o'clock, having
just received on board the committee of the London Bridge Approaches, and their wive*
and daughters, and several other members of the corporation and their ladies, the party
was honoured in a manner they little expected."
Now, draw a long breath, reader, and repress your natural anxiety :—
"Sir Peter Laurie, casting his searching eye around to find some new matter ct
entertainment, espied "—
What ? a tumbler with gold balls, a spring board, and a carpet ?
A man with dancing-dogs ? A young lady in spangled white muslin,
with a tambourine, on stilts ? No ; none of these : something much
better, more unctuous ; far more droll and jolly : for Sir Pf.tkb
espied—
" His Royal Highness the Di ke of Cambridge calmly surveying the civic prep*,
rations for dinner."
We must doubt part of this. We know the Duke has philosophy ; but
we doubt his power of " calmly surveying " any preparations soever
for dinner. However :
" Overjoyed at the discovery, [oh, intensest Snob ! ] the knight, with true corporation
hospitality, proposed to Mb. Jones, the chairman, to invite bis Royal Highness to par.
take of the good things provided in the barge."
We do not say that the Duke accepted the invitation. For already
the reader knows he did. And—
" His Royal Highness remained for some time on board, and expressed much gn.tifl-
cation at the entertainment, which he declared was a ' rich treat' to him."
(Using " treat" in the sense of nothing to pay.) The company, h
ever, we are told, "were delighted with such an accession to their
enjoyments ! " The Duke made several jokes, but as with great nautical
judgment, he made them amidships, the barge did not lurch, and the
ladies did not scream. At length the Duke departed ; and then c.-ime
the wonder and the gratitude at the lucky cause of his visit. This has
since been differently explained. On one side it has been said that the
Duke was seated in his study, perusing M. Soyer's sumptuous volume
of the cuisine (for kitchen's vulgar), when, as the monster of the
Thames anchored "under the broad shadows of the trees at Kew,M
his Royal Highness—like the war-horse, snuffing the battle afar.—
scented the turtle and the venison, and immediately made for the
beach. Another report — that we should hate ourselves could we
believe — states that the whole affair was preconcerted between
Cambridge and Sir Peter. Certainly, to mean minds, the accident
has a look of arrangement ! but then Punch has not a mean mind.
A QUEER CONSECRATION".
The 13th Light Infantry have received a present of some new colours
from that distinguished veteran, Prince Albert. The ceremony of
presentation took place on Southsea Common. In the report of it. as
contained in the Times, we read that—
" The Prince dismounted, and entered the hollow square, accompanied by General
Pakenham, Sir Charles Ogle and Staff, and stood uncovered while the Ret. j. R.
Gleig, Chaplain-General to the Forces, consecrated the colours."
Consecrated the colours ! Is the Rev. Mr. Gleig a priest of Mars ?
Colours are strange things to be consecrated by a clergyman. Why
not consecrate muskets as well ? Why not pronounce a benediction
over gunpowder, over cartridges, shots, shells, howitzers, and congreve
rockets ? Why not give a canonical sanction to cannon ? Is it felt
that this would be going too far,—would be too palpable an association
of Christianity with carnage,—terms, that in spite of alliteration, will
not harmonise ? Now, it strikes us, that there is a species of con-
secration which would be much more suitable to the emblems ot
slaughter than the clerical.
Have any of our readers witnessed the performance of Der
Freischutz? If so, perhaps they will anticipate our suggestion. In
the incantation scene, having invoked Zamiel, and in the name of the
demon mixed his lead and sundries of sorcery in the bullet ladle,—
" And now," says Caspar, " for the blessing of the balls." The benison
recited on this occasion by our friend Caspar would, to our thinking, be
the best adapted to the flag of battle. Give a certain personage his
due. We are not told, that the service performed by the Chaplain to
the Forces was followed by a sermon. Perhaps it was. If so, could
his homily have been the Sermon on the Mount ?