DOI Heft:
July to December, 1848
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16547#0030
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Oh ! just aint People proud -what have got Pairasoles.'
THE GHOST OF GOOD INTENT.
Pook Louis Blanc ! Whilst they fought in
Paris, he now and then appeared—the Ghost of
Good Intent, revisiting his former scenes. Now
he pops out at the corner of the Hue Richelieu,
and the National Guard cock their muskets and
are about to make short work of the author of
the Organization of Labour, and The Barricades,
(just published in granite, and to be had at the
Paubourg St. Antoine, and other places). And
then Louis is snatched up under the arm of a
friend, put, in at the window of a cabriolet, and
whirled, for the moment, out of danger of ball-
cartridge.
A few hours afterwards, and Louis re-
appears somewhere near the Madeleine, desi-
rous of making his way to the insurgents.
Whereupon he is ordered back by the sentries,
with a brief intimation that, unless he immedi-
ately retires, lie will be shot upon the spot. We
believe that Louis Blanc, all through the piece,
meant well: therefore is there something melan-
choly, touching, in the figure cut by the late
idol of the populace—the cheered and huzzaed
hero of the ateliers—rebuked, rebuffed, snubbed,
threatened in the very city it was his hope to
make a fruitful garden, every man eating there
his own fig from his own tree. To our mind
Louis Blanc flits through Paris, hovers about
the Barricades, as the restless spectre of a
system—the mere shadow of a good intention.
Alas! Poor Ghost!
A Common Disappointment.
"Large constituencies,'"' pathetically observed Mr. Brotherton,
"always expected their Members to say something.'' And how very
often do tiiey speak, and yet, like Jvtiet, "say nothing!" There is a
great reform to be worked in the Commons. We want more work and
less talk. Abuses are not to be put. down with the like weapon to that
with which Samson put down the Philistines. Is there no city—no
large constituency sufficiently courageous, in order to show its proper
value of taciturnity—is there no electoral body bold enough to send
for its Member to Parliament—a dumb man P i And that's the way we go on in St. Stephen's, a. d. 1S±S !
" But what is to be done better ?" asks poor Lord John, bewildered.
" Protection ! " 1
" Competition! "
" Nalnelndustrv1 " Ensemble of Smith, Jones, Robin-
"No Sniiadron'" ' fSON' Th0MF30N> Jenkins, Tomp.
" Double Blockade ! " KUS> ToDD> and DoDD-
" Coolies ! "
" Kroomen ! "
ST. STEPHEN'S MARTYRDOM
or, the great sugar puzzle.
"Dreadful state of the West Indian Interest!" says Smith.
"Must clap on 10s. protective duty for six years, or the colonies are
smashed !
"Precious mess Protection's brought the planters to ! " says Jones, j
" Competition's the only thing to bring them to their senses."
"Nothing can be done without immigration of free labour," says |
Robinson.
"They've abundance of hands, only they want work," cries'
Thompson.
"Must get rid of that humbugging African Squadron," swears
Jenkins.
"The blockade must be kept up more strictly than ever," says
Tompkins.
"Try the Coolies," says Todd.
"The Kroomen are the only fellows worth their salt," says Dodd.
" Something must be done !" chime Smith, Jones, Hobinson,
Thompson, Jenkins, Tompkins, Todd, and Dodd.
" Here it is! " says Lord John Russell, holding up his Bill.
" Nonsense ! it don't give 'em their Protective Duty," roars Smith.
" It's a departure from the Tree Trade measure of 1846," growls
Jones.
"£500,000 for immigration isn't half enough," grumbles Robinson.
"It will throw the free negroes out of employment," snuffles
Thompson."
" It don't put down the murderous African Squadron," shouts
Jenkins.
" It don't improve the blockading system," bawls Tompkins.
"It looks to those Sierra Leone swindlers for labour," screams Todd.
" It will swamp the islands with those idiotic Coolies," bellows Dodd.
"It's good for nothing," chorus Smith, Jones, Robinson, Thomp-
son, Jenkins, Tompkins, Todd, and Dodd
John Bull. " He wouldn't go at all if it wasn't for the max
behind him."
Printed by William Bradbury, of No- 6, York Place, Stoke Newingtnn, and Frederick Mullen Evans'
of No. Church Row, Stoke Newimrton, botri in the County ot Middlesex, Pri.stern, at fh-ir Office,
in Loom*™ Street, lu the Precinct of W hjtefriara. iuthe City of London, und Published nv them «r
No. 86.Fleet Street, in the Parish of St. Bride, in the City ol London.—S«o*n»t. Jvi--i S'h. ts^K
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Oh ! just aint People proud -what have got Pairasoles.'
THE GHOST OF GOOD INTENT.
Pook Louis Blanc ! Whilst they fought in
Paris, he now and then appeared—the Ghost of
Good Intent, revisiting his former scenes. Now
he pops out at the corner of the Hue Richelieu,
and the National Guard cock their muskets and
are about to make short work of the author of
the Organization of Labour, and The Barricades,
(just published in granite, and to be had at the
Paubourg St. Antoine, and other places). And
then Louis is snatched up under the arm of a
friend, put, in at the window of a cabriolet, and
whirled, for the moment, out of danger of ball-
cartridge.
A few hours afterwards, and Louis re-
appears somewhere near the Madeleine, desi-
rous of making his way to the insurgents.
Whereupon he is ordered back by the sentries,
with a brief intimation that, unless he immedi-
ately retires, lie will be shot upon the spot. We
believe that Louis Blanc, all through the piece,
meant well: therefore is there something melan-
choly, touching, in the figure cut by the late
idol of the populace—the cheered and huzzaed
hero of the ateliers—rebuked, rebuffed, snubbed,
threatened in the very city it was his hope to
make a fruitful garden, every man eating there
his own fig from his own tree. To our mind
Louis Blanc flits through Paris, hovers about
the Barricades, as the restless spectre of a
system—the mere shadow of a good intention.
Alas! Poor Ghost!
A Common Disappointment.
"Large constituencies,'"' pathetically observed Mr. Brotherton,
"always expected their Members to say something.'' And how very
often do tiiey speak, and yet, like Jvtiet, "say nothing!" There is a
great reform to be worked in the Commons. We want more work and
less talk. Abuses are not to be put. down with the like weapon to that
with which Samson put down the Philistines. Is there no city—no
large constituency sufficiently courageous, in order to show its proper
value of taciturnity—is there no electoral body bold enough to send
for its Member to Parliament—a dumb man P i And that's the way we go on in St. Stephen's, a. d. 1S±S !
" But what is to be done better ?" asks poor Lord John, bewildered.
" Protection ! " 1
" Competition! "
" Nalnelndustrv1 " Ensemble of Smith, Jones, Robin-
"No Sniiadron'" ' fSON' Th0MF30N> Jenkins, Tomp.
" Double Blockade ! " KUS> ToDD> and DoDD-
" Coolies ! "
" Kroomen ! "
ST. STEPHEN'S MARTYRDOM
or, the great sugar puzzle.
"Dreadful state of the West Indian Interest!" says Smith.
"Must clap on 10s. protective duty for six years, or the colonies are
smashed !
"Precious mess Protection's brought the planters to ! " says Jones, j
" Competition's the only thing to bring them to their senses."
"Nothing can be done without immigration of free labour," says |
Robinson.
"They've abundance of hands, only they want work," cries'
Thompson.
"Must get rid of that humbugging African Squadron," swears
Jenkins.
"The blockade must be kept up more strictly than ever," says
Tompkins.
"Try the Coolies," says Todd.
"The Kroomen are the only fellows worth their salt," says Dodd.
" Something must be done !" chime Smith, Jones, Hobinson,
Thompson, Jenkins, Tompkins, Todd, and Dodd.
" Here it is! " says Lord John Russell, holding up his Bill.
" Nonsense ! it don't give 'em their Protective Duty," roars Smith.
" It's a departure from the Tree Trade measure of 1846," growls
Jones.
"£500,000 for immigration isn't half enough," grumbles Robinson.
"It will throw the free negroes out of employment," snuffles
Thompson."
" It don't put down the murderous African Squadron," shouts
Jenkins.
" It don't improve the blockading system," bawls Tompkins.
"It looks to those Sierra Leone swindlers for labour," screams Todd.
" It will swamp the islands with those idiotic Coolies," bellows Dodd.
"It's good for nothing," chorus Smith, Jones, Robinson, Thomp-
son, Jenkins, Tompkins, Todd, and Dodd
John Bull. " He wouldn't go at all if it wasn't for the max
behind him."
Printed by William Bradbury, of No- 6, York Place, Stoke Newingtnn, and Frederick Mullen Evans'
of No. Church Row, Stoke Newimrton, botri in the County ot Middlesex, Pri.stern, at fh-ir Office,
in Loom*™ Street, lu the Precinct of W hjtefriara. iuthe City of London, und Published nv them «r
No. 86.Fleet Street, in the Parish of St. Bride, in the City ol London.—S«o*n»t. Jvi--i S'h. ts^K