Punch (14.1848)

Brighton is expected to be very full of crowned heads this season,
and several apartments are already taken in the best parts of the town,
for some of the most distinguished European sovereigns. The Murine
Parade will probably be thronged with potentate's, and Mr. Frisby, a
deposed king from the Theatres Royal, Drury Tjane and Ilaymarket,
will, it is believed, entertain his exiled or abdicated brethren with an

offer of fraternity. Those Monarchs who are not so fortunate as to
possess any income of their own, will, of course, be compelled to live in
the humblest style, and perhaps even to follow some useful occupation
for a livelihood. The Majesty of Bavaria may open a shop for Bavarian
brooms, and the King of Prussia might commence in the original
Prussian-blue line, in which we think there is an excellent opening.

AN ANGLO-DUTCH VILLAGE.

The rural district of Dalston has lately run the risk of having been
washed away. The Rain has invaded the houses, and sorely puzzled
the inhabitants how to repel the intruder; for there were not pails and
mops sufficient in the neighbourhood to eject him. The village, for the
last week, has been in an amphibious state—one day on water, the next
day on dry land. If it, had been built, on the Goodwin Sands, it could nol
be worse, further than it might have disappeared some showery
afternoon altogether. The householders are at a loss how to hold up
their heads against the tremendous overflows their houses have
lately had.

The poor people who cannot swim, are obliged to take refuge in
their bedrooms, and fish for their provisions through the window,
whilst the boldest parents do not like venturing out to meet the
butcher, and receive from him the daily chop, without previously

VIEW OF DALSTON AT LOW WATER.

sustaining themselves with one of Pigott's life-preservers. To the
traveller the rush of water gives him the cold notion that he is in
Holland, and that one of the dykes have been punctured with a pitchfork
and overflowed the country. Equality certainly reigns in the Shrubland
Roads, for the deluge, which not only reigns, but pours, has brought
all things to the same level. The Royal Humane Society has appointed
a Consul with two boats, to put up at the parish steeple until further
notice.

HOW TO DRESS A REVOLUTION.

This very piquant plat, though unsuifed to the English Constitution,
is so very popular just now on the Continent, where it appears at most
royal entertainments, that we are induced to give the following recipes
for preparing it, according to the fashion of the different countries in.
which it may be called at present a standing dish.

Revolution a la Parisienne.—Take an old King and a batch of
Ministers—if in an advanced state of corruption, so much the better.
Then set on your public opinion, and let it boil, throwing in stimulants-
a, discretion, and peppering highly with the most exciting topics tied up-
tight in an old newspaper. Stir in your King and Ministers; when
your mixture ferments, strain them off and throw them aside. Next
rake a poet, an astronomer, pamphleteer, a working man, and two or
three journalists (the higher flavoured are the best!); mix into a Pro-
visional Government; squeeze them well, and shred them into your
stock, when at the boiling point. Flavour with Socialism, Communism,
Liberty, Fraternity, and Equality, and serve up hot.

Revolution, a la Berlinaise.—Take of disappointed hopes and broken
pledges as much as you want, let them simmer for thirty years in a cas-
serole kept, very close shut. When sufficiently done, wnich you may
ascertain by the bitter tas*e and turb'd look of your liquid, throw in at
intervals a handful of German nationality (which may be got very cheap
and strong at any German university town) and a rough censorship;
season with aspirations and impsinations a discretion. Shred in a few
heads of La Parisienne and La Marseillaise, with a bunch of Vaterland
and Burschen-lieder, and a weak extract of spirit of royalty. Garnish
with poudre de canon and boulets, and serve up luke-warm.

Revolution a, la Petit Allemand.—Take small Germans, such as you
may find readily in the Almanack de Saxe-Gotha, throw them into a
strong revolutionary stock, made in the proportion of an ounce of
common sense to a pound of despotism, and the mixture will effervesce,
your small Germans rising to the surface. You may serve either with
or without your small Germans, according to taste; but the dish, in
either _ case, is not one we can recommend, being, in fact, a very feeble
imitation of an English original.

OUR NATIONAL DEFENCES.

We are happy to hear that a few spirited young men have formed
themselves into a volunteer corps, under the Colonelcy of the Duke 0?
Richmond, and are meeting twice a week at Angelo's Fencing Rooms
in Bond Street at i past, 5 a. m., for the purpose of learning the military
exercise. This is patriotism with a vengeance; for though it is an,
every-day occurrence to talk of dying for one's country, the idea of)
turning out of bed at $ past 5 for one's country, suggests a piece of
heroism that no one can he expected to perform. We have no doubt
that in an emergency the whole of the British nation would rise—at
four in the morning—as one man; but, under existing circumstances,
when it is not absolutely urgent t hat the razor should be exchanged for
the sword, and the boot-hook_ for the bayonet, there is a wonderful
amount of fortitude and patriotism in the movement of the Bond Street
Brigade, which goes on duty with the milk, and has achieved its morning
task by the time the regular dustman is only beginning to bite the dust.