DOI issue:
July to December, 1847
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16545#0060
48 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PRESENTATION OF COLOURS BY MR. PUNCH TO
LORD JOHN RUSSELL.
This interesting ceremony Mas performed at the Punch Office on
Monday last, in the presence of a select circle. Precisely at the hour
appointed, Lord John Russell was in attendance, and Mr. Punch,
having committed the colours to the fair hand of Judy, thus addressed
the Premier ; —
mm
florti 3Jof)ti jHftaniucs' jUHtnotttg.
On the 28th ult. Lord John Manners attained his Minority, when
there was general rejoicing throughout the town of Liverpool. His Lord-
ship had so endeared himself to the Liberals and Free Traders by the
expression of his political opinions, and his enlarged views of commerce,
that it was but natural that the day of his Minority should be held as a
popular festival. The morning broke very fine indeed, and all the po-
pulation turned themselves inside out—that is, left their homes for the
streets. His Lordship's poetic genius had not been lost on the intelli-
gent men of Liverpool. They acknowledged the surpassing beauty of
those immortal four lines of his Lordship—lines, whose starry light is
one of the great est glories of the house of Bolvoir—
"Let arts and science, laws and learning, die,
But leave us still our old nobility."
How beautiful, how ennobling this social prospect! Arts and science
being dead, where are the ships,—where the steamers of Liverpool ?
Where the glory of her port, the grandeur of her docks ? And laws and
learning being defunct, the social order and the humanising influence of
ignorance, would, in effect, be very fine, nobly picturesque ! And then
that great and glorious relic, old nobility! How little, after all, should
we care for what we had lost, reflecting upon what we had preserved !
What are thousands of ships to a Dukedom? What sail-cloth to cloth of
gold ? What a dock to a coronet ? A huge, towering row of warehouses
is all very well; but absolutely nothing compared with the garter.
Perish the national ledger, but leave us BebreWs Peerage !
The folks of Liverpool felt all this, and therefore heartily rejoiced
when the noble Poet attained his Minority of 1898. We will not
attempt to calculate the number of gallons of beer—the quantity of
wine—swallowed on the occasion. We are bound, however, as faithful
historians, to state, that an ox was not roasted upon the occasion;
although some of the crowd, to the great trepidation of Sir Digby
Mackworth, demanded the sacrifice of the greatest calf in Liverpool.
His Lordship put up at Radley's, and in the course of the evening
was serenaded; a brass band playing under his window, with dulcet
and touching significance, the familiar air of Home, sweet Home.
It was proposed by a few enthusiasts to illuminate; but, on conside-
:My Lord, ration, it was thought more humane to layout the money in pocket-
" In spite of what has lately occurred to you, in the shape of handkerchiefs. His Lordship quitted Liverpool the next morning,
defeat, arising, as your enemies have said, from a deficiency of courage, taking with him the best wishes of the town on the attainment of his
1 have resolved to show my continued confidence in you, by presenting Minority.
you, through the delicate fingers of my beloved wife Judy", a new set of ! ^^=^====-
colours. I think this little mark of my attention will inspire you with
fresh ardour, and induce you to resume much of that vigour which, I
am sorry to say, you have lately failed to exhibit. SOMETHING OF EVERYTHING.
the colours I now present to you are not entirely new, tor I must !
say that you are far t oo consistent" to think of doing "battle under any jN tae present dearth of everything but elections, which we must say
other banner tlian that under which you have rushed sometimes to an are not ovcr amusing, we have taken a scamper through the news-
Honourable defeat, and sometimes to a glorious victory. These colours papers; and though everything was barren enough, from the sixpenny
are the same as betore, but they nave been newly dipped, for t he diurnal to the halfpenny hebdomadal, we have succeeded in picking up the
following scraps, for which we hope the reader will be duly thankful :—
Miraculous Escape.—Richard Cobden, whilst in France, from
gradual diminution of their brightness had, I fear, its influence on the
spirit of those who carried** them. Let me hope, my lord, that the
added strength imparted to the colours themselves, will be reflected
upon you, and that you will be found vindicating the fame which was
lately in danger of being tarnished by an appearance of apathy."
the Cross of the Legion of Honour.
Novel Wager.—Mr. Benjamin Caunt has undertaken, for a trifling
wager, to eat two pounds of sausages, count a thousand backwards,
JwJ^A^^n&£ZJl \l SiP6e? ' J"0110 John Russell waik up the Monument on his haul, nop down again, climb up every
wlllAt\ T\ y nuicl\fall<;cte( .b,v the kmd and sensible address, to la, ost on London Bridge) and to whistle " God save the Queen"
which he had been an attentive listener. ^ £atbg three penuy ^ before any oue can read througQ LoBI)
George Bentinck's late Manifesto.
Melancholy Reverse of Fortune.—There is a landlady at Rams-
gate who is living in the back-kitchen of the very house of which she
occupied, only a month ago, the front and back drawing-room. If it
was not for the lodgers in the house, there is no doubt she would
almost go without a morsel of food. Not a day passes but what they
send her down something to comfort her. Yesterday it was half a duck,
a gooseberry tart, some custards, a nice damson cheese, and nearly a
whole bottle of wine, of which the poor woman partook most heartily,
and seemed to enjoy it wonderfully; for she was heard to return thanks
for so good a dinner. We must not omit to state, that she was indebted
for her supper to the liberality of the second floor. These little acts
redound greatly to the credit of the lodgers.
Absence of Mind.—Lieutenant Hugh Hankry, on Monday last,
paid a tradesman's bill, only two hours before lie left town for the
season. It was only when the gallant Lieutenant reached Brighton,
that he seems to have recollected what he had done. He has been
terribly depressed ever since.
Murder Prevented—Monsieur Alexandre Dumas has been
prevented recently, by some lucky accident, from translating another of
Shakspeare's plavs. We believe the dreadful act was already begun—
it was the first of Romeo and Juliet—hut Monsieur Dumas was stopt
Morality and Cricket.
We perceive that Dexison's Cricketer's Companion contains an
article demonstrative of the "Moral Advantages of Cricket." We were
aware of the connexion of this manly sport with (Lord John) Manners,
and we now rejoice to find that it has no less a relation to morals. We
trust, therefore, that this good old English past ime will become uni-
versal, and that, whdst amusing ourselves with Cricket, we shall bowl
out intoxication, stump profligacy, block lying and swearing, put a long
stop to gambling, and catch out swindling and dishonesty. The nation,
we nope, will go in for a good innings, and get no end of notches in the
moral scale.
a genuine burst of feeling.
When the Liverpool election was closed, and it was known that Sir
Thomas Birch stood second on the poll, one of the rising generation
expressed the liveliest disappointment at the result. " Birch, my dear
boy," said the youthful politician, with real emotion, to a juvenile friend,
" Birch ought for once to have been at the head of the poll, seeing how
very often Birch has been quite the contrary."
PRESENTATION OF COLOURS BY MR. PUNCH TO
LORD JOHN RUSSELL.
This interesting ceremony Mas performed at the Punch Office on
Monday last, in the presence of a select circle. Precisely at the hour
appointed, Lord John Russell was in attendance, and Mr. Punch,
having committed the colours to the fair hand of Judy, thus addressed
the Premier ; —
mm
florti 3Jof)ti jHftaniucs' jUHtnotttg.
On the 28th ult. Lord John Manners attained his Minority, when
there was general rejoicing throughout the town of Liverpool. His Lord-
ship had so endeared himself to the Liberals and Free Traders by the
expression of his political opinions, and his enlarged views of commerce,
that it was but natural that the day of his Minority should be held as a
popular festival. The morning broke very fine indeed, and all the po-
pulation turned themselves inside out—that is, left their homes for the
streets. His Lordship's poetic genius had not been lost on the intelli-
gent men of Liverpool. They acknowledged the surpassing beauty of
those immortal four lines of his Lordship—lines, whose starry light is
one of the great est glories of the house of Bolvoir—
"Let arts and science, laws and learning, die,
But leave us still our old nobility."
How beautiful, how ennobling this social prospect! Arts and science
being dead, where are the ships,—where the steamers of Liverpool ?
Where the glory of her port, the grandeur of her docks ? And laws and
learning being defunct, the social order and the humanising influence of
ignorance, would, in effect, be very fine, nobly picturesque ! And then
that great and glorious relic, old nobility! How little, after all, should
we care for what we had lost, reflecting upon what we had preserved !
What are thousands of ships to a Dukedom? What sail-cloth to cloth of
gold ? What a dock to a coronet ? A huge, towering row of warehouses
is all very well; but absolutely nothing compared with the garter.
Perish the national ledger, but leave us BebreWs Peerage !
The folks of Liverpool felt all this, and therefore heartily rejoiced
when the noble Poet attained his Minority of 1898. We will not
attempt to calculate the number of gallons of beer—the quantity of
wine—swallowed on the occasion. We are bound, however, as faithful
historians, to state, that an ox was not roasted upon the occasion;
although some of the crowd, to the great trepidation of Sir Digby
Mackworth, demanded the sacrifice of the greatest calf in Liverpool.
His Lordship put up at Radley's, and in the course of the evening
was serenaded; a brass band playing under his window, with dulcet
and touching significance, the familiar air of Home, sweet Home.
It was proposed by a few enthusiasts to illuminate; but, on conside-
:My Lord, ration, it was thought more humane to layout the money in pocket-
" In spite of what has lately occurred to you, in the shape of handkerchiefs. His Lordship quitted Liverpool the next morning,
defeat, arising, as your enemies have said, from a deficiency of courage, taking with him the best wishes of the town on the attainment of his
1 have resolved to show my continued confidence in you, by presenting Minority.
you, through the delicate fingers of my beloved wife Judy", a new set of ! ^^=^====-
colours. I think this little mark of my attention will inspire you with
fresh ardour, and induce you to resume much of that vigour which, I
am sorry to say, you have lately failed to exhibit. SOMETHING OF EVERYTHING.
the colours I now present to you are not entirely new, tor I must !
say that you are far t oo consistent" to think of doing "battle under any jN tae present dearth of everything but elections, which we must say
other banner tlian that under which you have rushed sometimes to an are not ovcr amusing, we have taken a scamper through the news-
Honourable defeat, and sometimes to a glorious victory. These colours papers; and though everything was barren enough, from the sixpenny
are the same as betore, but they nave been newly dipped, for t he diurnal to the halfpenny hebdomadal, we have succeeded in picking up the
following scraps, for which we hope the reader will be duly thankful :—
Miraculous Escape.—Richard Cobden, whilst in France, from
gradual diminution of their brightness had, I fear, its influence on the
spirit of those who carried** them. Let me hope, my lord, that the
added strength imparted to the colours themselves, will be reflected
upon you, and that you will be found vindicating the fame which was
lately in danger of being tarnished by an appearance of apathy."
the Cross of the Legion of Honour.
Novel Wager.—Mr. Benjamin Caunt has undertaken, for a trifling
wager, to eat two pounds of sausages, count a thousand backwards,
JwJ^A^^n&£ZJl \l SiP6e? ' J"0110 John Russell waik up the Monument on his haul, nop down again, climb up every
wlllAt\ T\ y nuicl\fall<;cte( .b,v the kmd and sensible address, to la, ost on London Bridge) and to whistle " God save the Queen"
which he had been an attentive listener. ^ £atbg three penuy ^ before any oue can read througQ LoBI)
George Bentinck's late Manifesto.
Melancholy Reverse of Fortune.—There is a landlady at Rams-
gate who is living in the back-kitchen of the very house of which she
occupied, only a month ago, the front and back drawing-room. If it
was not for the lodgers in the house, there is no doubt she would
almost go without a morsel of food. Not a day passes but what they
send her down something to comfort her. Yesterday it was half a duck,
a gooseberry tart, some custards, a nice damson cheese, and nearly a
whole bottle of wine, of which the poor woman partook most heartily,
and seemed to enjoy it wonderfully; for she was heard to return thanks
for so good a dinner. We must not omit to state, that she was indebted
for her supper to the liberality of the second floor. These little acts
redound greatly to the credit of the lodgers.
Absence of Mind.—Lieutenant Hugh Hankry, on Monday last,
paid a tradesman's bill, only two hours before lie left town for the
season. It was only when the gallant Lieutenant reached Brighton,
that he seems to have recollected what he had done. He has been
terribly depressed ever since.
Murder Prevented—Monsieur Alexandre Dumas has been
prevented recently, by some lucky accident, from translating another of
Shakspeare's plavs. We believe the dreadful act was already begun—
it was the first of Romeo and Juliet—hut Monsieur Dumas was stopt
Morality and Cricket.
We perceive that Dexison's Cricketer's Companion contains an
article demonstrative of the "Moral Advantages of Cricket." We were
aware of the connexion of this manly sport with (Lord John) Manners,
and we now rejoice to find that it has no less a relation to morals. We
trust, therefore, that this good old English past ime will become uni-
versal, and that, whdst amusing ourselves with Cricket, we shall bowl
out intoxication, stump profligacy, block lying and swearing, put a long
stop to gambling, and catch out swindling and dishonesty. The nation,
we nope, will go in for a good innings, and get no end of notches in the
moral scale.
a genuine burst of feeling.
When the Liverpool election was closed, and it was known that Sir
Thomas Birch stood second on the poll, one of the rising generation
expressed the liveliest disappointment at the result. " Birch, my dear
boy," said the youthful politician, with real emotion, to a juvenile friend,
" Birch ought for once to have been at the head of the poll, seeing how
very often Birch has been quite the contrary."