DOI issue:
January to June, 1848
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16546#0083
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
A GAME FANCY FAIR.
ust now we read a pargraph in
the Stamford Mercury which
has set all our benevolent sym-
pathies in a ferment. We feel
much more than we can express
in any present known type; and
could wish that there was some
peculiar lachrymal font cast for
the development of extreme
sorrow for the Marquis or
Exeter. That distinguished
man has made for himself a great
reputation as a Game Peer.
The eagle's feather is the long-
acknowledged plume of chief-
tainship. Now Exeter might
wear the pheasant's tail in his
coronet; which might farther
be trimmed with the scut of
hares in lieu of ermine ; and all
as typical of his game ascend-
ancy. He is, so to speak, the
Prince of Preserves. Well, the
Marquis has of late been un
And there too may be the Duke of
Leeds, with his venison—his red and
roe deer—prepared for all sorts of
savoury eating.
And ot her Lords have their hare pies
—and partridge pies—and glazed phea-
sants—and, in fact, all varieties of game
dishes made for the occasion—for the
general palate of the profane vulgar.
We have a lively impression that
our hint will be acted upon. Yes.
Looking towards the early part of next
December with prophetic vision, we
already see advertised from the Min-
ories: " The Game Fancy Pair.
Poulterer's Sleeves and Aprons of the
best blue satin at — complete ! "
NEWS OP THE COMET.
[Received by Telegraphic Express.}
The Comet is on its travels. It had
tradesman; but our grief is, of
course, much more poignant
when awakened by the sorrows
of a Poulterer of Blood. The
Stamford Mercury, in brief but
impressive lines, gives the history of the noble tradesman'3 recent misfortune ;—
"On the 1st inst. he sent to the Sibson railway station, in a cart, as many hares and pheasants as took two hor.-es to draw
its passport vised last week at Berlin.
It was only 10,000,000 miles distance
from the earth, so it mav be expected
fortunate in business. We feel a m,° evf? Philosophers are
for the losses of any deserving 1 ?™1 speculating as to the great event
-1 it is to foretell. We think England
has already been visited with its due
share of misfortune. The country
must be fastidious indeed, that is not
satisfied with a Budget like the one that
has just fallen upon us. Talk of your
showers of Locusts in Egypt and' In-
dia !—What are thev to the showers
them, and the carriage of them by the railway to London was charged £3 10*. : there were to pay, besides, the fare and expenses ■ a> c , »■ , ,
of the gamekeeper who accompanied them ; and such was the bad return of the sale, that when the man got back, the noble Marquis 01 1 ax-gauierers "WHICH drop Upon US
was actually 20*. out of pocket by the dealing, the London market being exceedingly overstocked."
Overstocked! Why can there not be unanimity among noble game-dealers, as among aristocratic
coal-owners, so that the limited supply should always command a certain return ? It would greatly
grieve us to find a nobleman in the Gazette—that Colonna Infame of the newspaper—for reverses in the
poultry line. Imagine how it would read :—
"The most noble the Marquis of Cocktails, May Fair, dealer in game. Feb, —, at Basinghall Street. Solicitor, Mr. Wires,
Hare Court. Official Assignee, Mr Grouse."
We should feel this as almost a national disgrace; and therefore we have to propose a plan that—if
carried out—will, we think, have with it the combined charms of novelty and profit.
Why should there not be, about Christmas time, a sort of Game Pancy Pair ? It is the glory of John
Bull that he loveth a lord. The very presence of aristocracy giveth out an odour. Even the playhouse
is made more spicy, more odoriferous, by the passing visits of the Genii of the Red Book. Madame
Vestris knoweth this: and therefore, astute lady! are not our eyes gladdened at breakfast-time—
gladdened and mightily dazzled at the same moment—by the long list of aristocratic names—a very
rope of pearls—whose owners have given the perfume of nobility {parfum de noblesse, such is the phrase,
is it not, Jenkins?) to the Lyceum Theatre? And there is deep worldly wisdom in such newspaper
trumpetings; for when John Simpson hears that Lord Scarletheels, with Lady Scarletheels and
the Hon. Misses Parrotbill, have been to the playhouse, John Simpson, drysalter, immediately
prefers that playhouse, whereto he may carry Mrs. Simpson and her daughter Peggy. He will not
own it; but there is a something superior in that sort of playhouse. It can hardly be ; and yet he cannot
tell; nobility, like the measles, may, after all, be catching.
Noble dealers in the poultry of the preserves may, if they will, turn this laudable feeling of the country
at large to a verv profitable account; and this they may do, as we have already suggested, by instituting
a Game Pancy Pair. People who buy such Christmas provender would, of course, give a larger sum for
the same commodities if vended by the noble dealers themselves. Hence, if the Marquis would only
bring himself to superintend a game-stand for two or three days in the season, he could not but
realise considerable profit from the condescension. If, too, noble game-preservers appeared at their
stands in their robes, and coronets, and garters, they would no doubt add to the attraction of the
solemnity, whilst at the same time they would cast a lustre upon the commerce of the country by such
aristocratic decoration. We would, moreover, have the attendance of all gamekeepers distinguished
by their wounds and achievements. Men who had killed a poacher should be duly medalled—like the
heroes of the line—and men who had suffered wounds and mutilation in defence of that vital institution
of the country, the Game-Laws, should also be present, honourably badged, for the ready notice and
admiration of all visitors. We think, too, that—could it be obtained—casts of that poacher's head,
immediately after the receipt of the "punch" upon it, made historical by Mr. Berkeley, might be sold
at a moderate price, so as to put the great moral lesson within the possession of all buyers. We believe
that if a faithful cast of that most medicinal "punch" could be disseminated throughout the rural
districts, so that the humblest field-labourer could not rise in the morning without a " punch"
m his eye, a blow—a repeated blow—would be given to poaching that it could not long stand up again
This, however, by the way.
Of course, many noble game-preservers would sell the mere raw material:—the birds in their
feathers—the hares in their fur. But as ladies at their Pancy-Pairs sell the very prettiest manufactured
articles, so might the Game-Law Lords have their stands of game pies, &c. &c. Imagine the Duke of
Athol with a row of venison pasties, warranted by the noble tradesman to be made of the flesh of deer,
upon whose privacy no Scotch professor, no Southern tourist had dared to intrude. Sacred venison
pasties from the sublime solitudes of Glen Tilt!
regularly four times a year, coming in
greater swarms every shower ? The
Locusts do not invade your habita-
tions, they merely devour what they
find about them; but your Tax-ga-
therer knocks at your door, and nearly
eats you out of house and pantry.
Should the British Empire ever decay,
we are positive the last representative
of its departed greatness will be a Tax-
gatherer. He will be found mourning
over the ruins of London-—a second
Marius — weeping over the Bank.
But we are wandering away from the
Comet.
Our dispatches from Potsdam tell
us that Professor Donneranblitz
has already traced on the last joint of
its tail several black figures, which,
when added together, present a very
formidable 5. There is no doubt,
therefore, that we are indebted to the
Comet for this year's Budget. The
sooner some one ties a tea-kettle to
its tail, and makes it run, the better.
The question is, Who will do it ? and
the Echo of Westminster Bridge an-
swers, "Chisholm Anstey."
National Conveyance,
Mr. Stewart, of legal celebrity, is
about to publish some lectures on
"The Means of Pacilitatingthe Trans-
fer of Land." We hope Mr. Stewart
will not pass unnoticed the American
system of conveyance, as " the wise
call it "—the simple give it a harsher
name, known generally by the title of
" annexation."
A Blunder-Bus.—One that takes
you to Holborn when you want to go
to the Bank.
A GAME FANCY FAIR.
ust now we read a pargraph in
the Stamford Mercury which
has set all our benevolent sym-
pathies in a ferment. We feel
much more than we can express
in any present known type; and
could wish that there was some
peculiar lachrymal font cast for
the development of extreme
sorrow for the Marquis or
Exeter. That distinguished
man has made for himself a great
reputation as a Game Peer.
The eagle's feather is the long-
acknowledged plume of chief-
tainship. Now Exeter might
wear the pheasant's tail in his
coronet; which might farther
be trimmed with the scut of
hares in lieu of ermine ; and all
as typical of his game ascend-
ancy. He is, so to speak, the
Prince of Preserves. Well, the
Marquis has of late been un
And there too may be the Duke of
Leeds, with his venison—his red and
roe deer—prepared for all sorts of
savoury eating.
And ot her Lords have their hare pies
—and partridge pies—and glazed phea-
sants—and, in fact, all varieties of game
dishes made for the occasion—for the
general palate of the profane vulgar.
We have a lively impression that
our hint will be acted upon. Yes.
Looking towards the early part of next
December with prophetic vision, we
already see advertised from the Min-
ories: " The Game Fancy Pair.
Poulterer's Sleeves and Aprons of the
best blue satin at — complete ! "
NEWS OP THE COMET.
[Received by Telegraphic Express.}
The Comet is on its travels. It had
tradesman; but our grief is, of
course, much more poignant
when awakened by the sorrows
of a Poulterer of Blood. The
Stamford Mercury, in brief but
impressive lines, gives the history of the noble tradesman'3 recent misfortune ;—
"On the 1st inst. he sent to the Sibson railway station, in a cart, as many hares and pheasants as took two hor.-es to draw
its passport vised last week at Berlin.
It was only 10,000,000 miles distance
from the earth, so it mav be expected
fortunate in business. We feel a m,° evf? Philosophers are
for the losses of any deserving 1 ?™1 speculating as to the great event
-1 it is to foretell. We think England
has already been visited with its due
share of misfortune. The country
must be fastidious indeed, that is not
satisfied with a Budget like the one that
has just fallen upon us. Talk of your
showers of Locusts in Egypt and' In-
dia !—What are thev to the showers
them, and the carriage of them by the railway to London was charged £3 10*. : there were to pay, besides, the fare and expenses ■ a> c , »■ , ,
of the gamekeeper who accompanied them ; and such was the bad return of the sale, that when the man got back, the noble Marquis 01 1 ax-gauierers "WHICH drop Upon US
was actually 20*. out of pocket by the dealing, the London market being exceedingly overstocked."
Overstocked! Why can there not be unanimity among noble game-dealers, as among aristocratic
coal-owners, so that the limited supply should always command a certain return ? It would greatly
grieve us to find a nobleman in the Gazette—that Colonna Infame of the newspaper—for reverses in the
poultry line. Imagine how it would read :—
"The most noble the Marquis of Cocktails, May Fair, dealer in game. Feb, —, at Basinghall Street. Solicitor, Mr. Wires,
Hare Court. Official Assignee, Mr Grouse."
We should feel this as almost a national disgrace; and therefore we have to propose a plan that—if
carried out—will, we think, have with it the combined charms of novelty and profit.
Why should there not be, about Christmas time, a sort of Game Pancy Pair ? It is the glory of John
Bull that he loveth a lord. The very presence of aristocracy giveth out an odour. Even the playhouse
is made more spicy, more odoriferous, by the passing visits of the Genii of the Red Book. Madame
Vestris knoweth this: and therefore, astute lady! are not our eyes gladdened at breakfast-time—
gladdened and mightily dazzled at the same moment—by the long list of aristocratic names—a very
rope of pearls—whose owners have given the perfume of nobility {parfum de noblesse, such is the phrase,
is it not, Jenkins?) to the Lyceum Theatre? And there is deep worldly wisdom in such newspaper
trumpetings; for when John Simpson hears that Lord Scarletheels, with Lady Scarletheels and
the Hon. Misses Parrotbill, have been to the playhouse, John Simpson, drysalter, immediately
prefers that playhouse, whereto he may carry Mrs. Simpson and her daughter Peggy. He will not
own it; but there is a something superior in that sort of playhouse. It can hardly be ; and yet he cannot
tell; nobility, like the measles, may, after all, be catching.
Noble dealers in the poultry of the preserves may, if they will, turn this laudable feeling of the country
at large to a verv profitable account; and this they may do, as we have already suggested, by instituting
a Game Pancy Pair. People who buy such Christmas provender would, of course, give a larger sum for
the same commodities if vended by the noble dealers themselves. Hence, if the Marquis would only
bring himself to superintend a game-stand for two or three days in the season, he could not but
realise considerable profit from the condescension. If, too, noble game-preservers appeared at their
stands in their robes, and coronets, and garters, they would no doubt add to the attraction of the
solemnity, whilst at the same time they would cast a lustre upon the commerce of the country by such
aristocratic decoration. We would, moreover, have the attendance of all gamekeepers distinguished
by their wounds and achievements. Men who had killed a poacher should be duly medalled—like the
heroes of the line—and men who had suffered wounds and mutilation in defence of that vital institution
of the country, the Game-Laws, should also be present, honourably badged, for the ready notice and
admiration of all visitors. We think, too, that—could it be obtained—casts of that poacher's head,
immediately after the receipt of the "punch" upon it, made historical by Mr. Berkeley, might be sold
at a moderate price, so as to put the great moral lesson within the possession of all buyers. We believe
that if a faithful cast of that most medicinal "punch" could be disseminated throughout the rural
districts, so that the humblest field-labourer could not rise in the morning without a " punch"
m his eye, a blow—a repeated blow—would be given to poaching that it could not long stand up again
This, however, by the way.
Of course, many noble game-preservers would sell the mere raw material:—the birds in their
feathers—the hares in their fur. But as ladies at their Pancy-Pairs sell the very prettiest manufactured
articles, so might the Game-Law Lords have their stands of game pies, &c. &c. Imagine the Duke of
Athol with a row of venison pasties, warranted by the noble tradesman to be made of the flesh of deer,
upon whose privacy no Scotch professor, no Southern tourist had dared to intrude. Sacred venison
pasties from the sublime solitudes of Glen Tilt!
regularly four times a year, coming in
greater swarms every shower ? The
Locusts do not invade your habita-
tions, they merely devour what they
find about them; but your Tax-ga-
therer knocks at your door, and nearly
eats you out of house and pantry.
Should the British Empire ever decay,
we are positive the last representative
of its departed greatness will be a Tax-
gatherer. He will be found mourning
over the ruins of London-—a second
Marius — weeping over the Bank.
But we are wandering away from the
Comet.
Our dispatches from Potsdam tell
us that Professor Donneranblitz
has already traced on the last joint of
its tail several black figures, which,
when added together, present a very
formidable 5. There is no doubt,
therefore, that we are indebted to the
Comet for this year's Budget. The
sooner some one ties a tea-kettle to
its tail, and makes it run, the better.
The question is, Who will do it ? and
the Echo of Westminster Bridge an-
swers, "Chisholm Anstey."
National Conveyance,
Mr. Stewart, of legal celebrity, is
about to publish some lectures on
"The Means of Pacilitatingthe Trans-
fer of Land." We hope Mr. Stewart
will not pass unnoticed the American
system of conveyance, as " the wise
call it "—the simple give it a harsher
name, known generally by the title of
" annexation."
A Blunder-Bus.—One that takes
you to Holborn when you want to go
to the Bank.