DOI issue:
July to December, 1847
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16545#0246
2U PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
THE RISING GENERATION ON HORSEBACK.
Old Gentleman. "A very nasty jump that! I shall go round by Shuffler's Bottom."
Juvenile. "Come along, Old Man! Follow me, and I'll show you all the sport.''
{Exit Young Hopeful over the palings.
DOINGS OF SIR ROBERT PEEL.
[For the " Morning Post."]
We regret to say that the Influenza is not_ on the decline, and that
the Cholera is fast approaching us. It is not in our nature—if we know
ourselves—to crush a political enemy with unnecessary charges ; but
we must ask the Traitor of Tamworth what he has to answer in the
teeth of these calamities ?
A storm has been raging on our coast. Shipwrecks have taken place.
The hopes of the merchant on one hand—the profits of the underwriter
on the other—have been sacrificed. And yet, we doubt not, while the
hurricane lashed the sea into snowy foam, that Sir Robert Peel slept,
soundly in his bed at Tamworth, as though history would never call his
name to a terrible reckoning.
_ Yesterday, a man walking in Downing Street suddenly slipt upon a
piece of orange peel, and broke his leg. Poor victim! But what can
be now hoped from Downing Street after the long tyranny of Plel?
Last night Jtjllien had the poorest house of his season. But what
could be expected? _ Sir Robert Peel was in a private box. Comment
on this would be quite unnecessary.
CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES.
Some people must have the oddest notions of Christmas Festivities,
if we are to judge by the strange Christmas presents that we see adver-
tised. Among other curiosities in this way that have recently met our
eye in the shop-windows, and the columns of the public prints, is an
intimation of a certain " Filter " being "the best Christmas Present"
that one friend can offer to another. We can only say, that if even our
best friend were to send us a filter as a seasonable gift, we would for
ever decline his acquaintance for having thrown cold water upon our
Christmas gaieties. If ever there was a time when a filter is an insulting
gift, it must be at the period when water is the drinkable of none but
the dismal or the destitute. If we were to receive a filter as a Christ-
mas present, we should consider that the donor was treating us as a
butt—aye, a water-butt—or perhaps as a mere pump ; but in either
case it would be impossible for us to pardon the impertinence.
metropolitan churchyards.
Mb. Walker has given notice to the Government, that he shall keep
a watchful eye^upon the floor of the House of Commons, and if it is
overcrowded with the bodies of the Irish Members, who have threatened
to die^ there, he certainly shall do everything in his power to remove
the nuisance. If he could do it before they die, we should not mind.
Parliamentary Wages in Kind.
Lord Campbell, in his Lives of the Chancellors, having stated that
he "knows no reason in point of law why any Member may not now
insist on payment of his wages," several M. P.'s have written to then-
constituencies, stating themselves willing, m the present scarcity of
money, to take their salaries in kind. Mb. John O'Connell being
about to die, has already been presented by his constituents with a
very handsome tombstone. The Poet of Moses is engaged to write Ins
epitaph.
THE RISING GENERATION ON HORSEBACK.
Old Gentleman. "A very nasty jump that! I shall go round by Shuffler's Bottom."
Juvenile. "Come along, Old Man! Follow me, and I'll show you all the sport.''
{Exit Young Hopeful over the palings.
DOINGS OF SIR ROBERT PEEL.
[For the " Morning Post."]
We regret to say that the Influenza is not_ on the decline, and that
the Cholera is fast approaching us. It is not in our nature—if we know
ourselves—to crush a political enemy with unnecessary charges ; but
we must ask the Traitor of Tamworth what he has to answer in the
teeth of these calamities ?
A storm has been raging on our coast. Shipwrecks have taken place.
The hopes of the merchant on one hand—the profits of the underwriter
on the other—have been sacrificed. And yet, we doubt not, while the
hurricane lashed the sea into snowy foam, that Sir Robert Peel slept,
soundly in his bed at Tamworth, as though history would never call his
name to a terrible reckoning.
_ Yesterday, a man walking in Downing Street suddenly slipt upon a
piece of orange peel, and broke his leg. Poor victim! But what can
be now hoped from Downing Street after the long tyranny of Plel?
Last night Jtjllien had the poorest house of his season. But what
could be expected? _ Sir Robert Peel was in a private box. Comment
on this would be quite unnecessary.
CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES.
Some people must have the oddest notions of Christmas Festivities,
if we are to judge by the strange Christmas presents that we see adver-
tised. Among other curiosities in this way that have recently met our
eye in the shop-windows, and the columns of the public prints, is an
intimation of a certain " Filter " being "the best Christmas Present"
that one friend can offer to another. We can only say, that if even our
best friend were to send us a filter as a seasonable gift, we would for
ever decline his acquaintance for having thrown cold water upon our
Christmas gaieties. If ever there was a time when a filter is an insulting
gift, it must be at the period when water is the drinkable of none but
the dismal or the destitute. If we were to receive a filter as a Christ-
mas present, we should consider that the donor was treating us as a
butt—aye, a water-butt—or perhaps as a mere pump ; but in either
case it would be impossible for us to pardon the impertinence.
metropolitan churchyards.
Mb. Walker has given notice to the Government, that he shall keep
a watchful eye^upon the floor of the House of Commons, and if it is
overcrowded with the bodies of the Irish Members, who have threatened
to die^ there, he certainly shall do everything in his power to remove
the nuisance. If he could do it before they die, we should not mind.
Parliamentary Wages in Kind.
Lord Campbell, in his Lives of the Chancellors, having stated that
he "knows no reason in point of law why any Member may not now
insist on payment of his wages," several M. P.'s have written to then-
constituencies, stating themselves willing, m the present scarcity of
money, to take their salaries in kind. Mb. John O'Connell being
about to die, has already been presented by his constituents with a
very handsome tombstone. The Poet of Moses is engaged to write Ins
epitaph.