DOI Heft:
July to December, 1848
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16547#0094
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
87
LATEST FROM THE CONTINENT.
ome days ago the follow-
ing letter was sent to us
by Mr. Alderman Swil-
by, whose son, Me. S.
Guttler Swilby, is
travelling on the Conti-
nent with his tutor, the
Rev. J. Corker, chaplain
to the Alderman when
Lord Mayor. It contains
the latest continental
news, and does credit to
a young _ gentleman who
is only eighteen years of
age, as a fond parent
says, and already weighs
eighteen stone.
"Frankfort, Aug. 9,1848.
" My dear Papa,
" Agreeable to
the wishes of yourself
and dear Mamma, I take
up my pen to give you
some idear of my travels on the Continent, as far as I have yet been.
"The little baskit of Ham-sangwidges and Sherry was a great comfut
to me on the journey to Dover= They served to console me after taking
leave of my dear Mar, and kep my sperrits up very well. We arrived
without accident at the Shipp Inn in time for supper.
" Mr. Birmingham has some of the best Maderia ever drank in my
Life; if you come this way for the ollidays, ask for it, and thank your
dear Sam for pointing you out a good thing. Mr. Corker liked it too
very much, and we wiled away the hours till bedd-time drinking it, and
to the health of my dearest parents.
" The packit sett of so dewsid erly there was no time to ave anythink
comfortable for breakfast; we therefore only ad some coffy and biskits,
and went on board the Ostend boat.
"It blew very fresh, and Mr. C. was quite overcome. But the sea
hair gives me always an appatite, and I had a good foring breakfast of
ham and eggs, and a glass of Coniac, which kep me all right; and I
didn't wake until we were in Ostend Arbour, by which time Mr. C.
began too to look up.
"This town is very ugly to look at, but strongly fortafied, and has
oysters all the year round. Aving to wait for the train, I thought our
best amusement would be to try a few dozen of their famous natives,
which we did so. But law bless you Pa, there no such great things after
all. Many and many time after the play have we ad bushels of as good
fish, as well as to lunch, in my dear native city of London. Porter they
charge Is. Sd. per bottle, which you must allow is rather heavy.
" The country all the way to Brussells is as flat and green as our billiard-
table at Camberwell—the towns quite old and ugly. They sell fruit
along the road ; we ad some—plumbs sower, cherries ditto, aypricots so
so, cost one frank. At all the Stations they were drinking beer which
I had some, but o lor! Pa! such sower stuff! Why they wouldn't
drink it in our servant's hall!
" Brussells is a clean town. We got in just in time for dinner at the
Hotel de Suede—as handsome, comfortable, well kep an Inn as ever you
saw. Dinner not like us, but famous, all except the soup, which is very
shy, and made me think of my dearest Ma and the Shipp and Turtle with
tears in my eyes.
" Pish is served after roast meat in this Popish country ; and Puddn
comes in the middle of dinner, about the fourteenth dish ; which sur-
prized and disappointed me a good deal, for I wished twice of it, and
was obliged to go on agin quite fresh at the remaining things. 1 had
twenty-nine different things : Mr. C. was obliged to cry pickayvy at
the twenty-third or so—and he did look so red! We went and took
something warm at a caffy near the Opera, where we went afterwards,
and fell asleep with the fateague3 of the day. I never much cared about
that singing.
" Next day we set off for a watering-place called Spa, pronounced
Spore here—a little bit of a quiet place, where there's what they call
mineral springs. But the best thing I found here was some little cray-
fish, that ain't much bigger than a good Brighton prawn, but they ax"e
full of llaviour and you can eat no end of 'em. I wish I could see dear
Ma with a plateful before her. They certainly are both crisp and juicy.
" We were at a most comfortable Inn, the Hotel de Paybaw as it is
pronounced. I remarked the ladies at the table d'hote used their knives
to their vedgetables and things, and I like the practice very much.
" Ax-la-Chapelle is another bath or bang where the dinners are by no
means bad. Game is here in plenty: and if you go to the Grand
Monarch Inn you will get there a kind of Sallat, which, upon my con-
science, is the best thing I ever ate in that way. We went to a ball at
the Booms, but there was no supper, and I didn't care for staying
dawdling about and seeing the stupid dancing.
" I had a shy at the famous gambling tables: and neither lost nor
won. As my dear Par gives me as much money as ever I want, what
do I care about winning anybody else's ? It was much better surely to
come home to a quiet supper than to bother yourself at that stupid
dancing or gambling.
" What I have particularly remarked on the Continent is there capital
way of doing potatoes—sometimes brown—sometimes in white sauce—
sometimes in sallid which is capitle. I '11 dress one when I come home
for my dear sisters and Ma.
" The railroads has tunnels just like ours: and in every train there's
a carriage express for smoaking—with little tin-boxes to put your cigar
ashes into, and every think convenient. There is plenty of what they
call restorations at the stations, by which they mean places where you
may lunch and have refreshment. I will say for eating and drinking
these Germans are people after my own heart.
" As there was a steamer to Coblence setting off just after the rail,
we only drove through the town of Cologne, and that was quite enough,
for it is an ugly old-fashioned place: and got on board for the three
o'clock boat.
" Would you believe they had all dined already on board the boat?
which disappointed both me and Mr. C. very much, for there is no
place where you can see the manners and customs of a people so well as
where they are dining, and we were lorced to put up with just a beef-
steak—(it's not a reglar beefsteak on the Continent such as you git at
dear Joe's—only the undercut of the sirloin) and made out a wretched
disappointing dinner as best we could. It was rather showary, and so
we played at chess, and had a nap in the cabbin, and reached Coblence
at ten at night—time for supper though, trust your Sam for that. Wild
bore very good. Trout s ditto; call them Forellens here. Rudesheimer
rather sower, must take something to correct it afterwards.
" Up in the morning at five, and off per boat to Mayence, where the
famous Ham comes from. Couldn't sleep all night though: beds small:
people walking about. When we got on board took coffy, and went
and had a good snooze in the cabbin again. Didn't wake till ten, when,
as I heard, we had passed all the pretty part of the Rhine, and it
couldn't be helped, (and as for me, give me a good sleep before all your
lanskips). We had a meat and egg breakfast, and got to Mayence at
one o'clock.
" They kep us waiting at the train two hours, and then we came on
to Prankfort to our Correspondent, Mr. Schildkrot, who had a
handsome dinner ready to receive
" Your affectionate Son,
" Samuel Guttler Swilby."
UNDER THE ROSE; or, BRITANNIA TO THE POPE.
{Supposed to be sung by Sir Robert Inglis.)
Come to the garden bower,
Come where the violet blows,
And honeysuckle grows,
With every pretty flower:
There will I treat with thee,
All so clandestinely,
Under the Rose.
There will we plight our troth,
Our mutual minds disclose,
As everybody knows
Is needful to us both;
Though for appearance sake,
We must arrangements make,
Under the Rose.
Of Irish schools and sees,
And little things like those,
Where the carnation glows
We '11 sit and talk at ease;
Among the pinks and cloves,
O'er which the brisk bee roves,
Under the Rose.
That I ignore thy power
The world must needs suppose;
And we must pass for foes :
Yet will we, many an hour,
Amone; the tulip beds
Together lay our heads,
Under the Rose.
The Late Weather.
"I have no coppers, my good man," said a gentleman, "but I'll
remember you, one of these fine days."—"Long life to your honour ! "
exclaimed the crossing-sweeper. " Sure enough, I'm eternally indebted
to you." The gentleman was so well pleased with this answer, that he
tried the same promise at the next crossing he came to. " One of these
fine days, mon! " repeated the crossing-sweeper, who happened to be a
Scotchman. " Weel, I dinna mind, if you'll allow me interest."
Female Poltroonery.
We perceive that at the late Meeting of the British Association at
Swansea, a Dr. Edward Shunck read a report on colouring matters,
the length of which drove most of the ladies away. We were aware of
the proneness of ladies to timidity; but, judging from their partiality
for gay ribbons and smart bonnets, we were not prepared to expect that
they would have thus deserted their colours.
87
LATEST FROM THE CONTINENT.
ome days ago the follow-
ing letter was sent to us
by Mr. Alderman Swil-
by, whose son, Me. S.
Guttler Swilby, is
travelling on the Conti-
nent with his tutor, the
Rev. J. Corker, chaplain
to the Alderman when
Lord Mayor. It contains
the latest continental
news, and does credit to
a young _ gentleman who
is only eighteen years of
age, as a fond parent
says, and already weighs
eighteen stone.
"Frankfort, Aug. 9,1848.
" My dear Papa,
" Agreeable to
the wishes of yourself
and dear Mamma, I take
up my pen to give you
some idear of my travels on the Continent, as far as I have yet been.
"The little baskit of Ham-sangwidges and Sherry was a great comfut
to me on the journey to Dover= They served to console me after taking
leave of my dear Mar, and kep my sperrits up very well. We arrived
without accident at the Shipp Inn in time for supper.
" Mr. Birmingham has some of the best Maderia ever drank in my
Life; if you come this way for the ollidays, ask for it, and thank your
dear Sam for pointing you out a good thing. Mr. Corker liked it too
very much, and we wiled away the hours till bedd-time drinking it, and
to the health of my dearest parents.
" The packit sett of so dewsid erly there was no time to ave anythink
comfortable for breakfast; we therefore only ad some coffy and biskits,
and went on board the Ostend boat.
"It blew very fresh, and Mr. C. was quite overcome. But the sea
hair gives me always an appatite, and I had a good foring breakfast of
ham and eggs, and a glass of Coniac, which kep me all right; and I
didn't wake until we were in Ostend Arbour, by which time Mr. C.
began too to look up.
"This town is very ugly to look at, but strongly fortafied, and has
oysters all the year round. Aving to wait for the train, I thought our
best amusement would be to try a few dozen of their famous natives,
which we did so. But law bless you Pa, there no such great things after
all. Many and many time after the play have we ad bushels of as good
fish, as well as to lunch, in my dear native city of London. Porter they
charge Is. Sd. per bottle, which you must allow is rather heavy.
" The country all the way to Brussells is as flat and green as our billiard-
table at Camberwell—the towns quite old and ugly. They sell fruit
along the road ; we ad some—plumbs sower, cherries ditto, aypricots so
so, cost one frank. At all the Stations they were drinking beer which
I had some, but o lor! Pa! such sower stuff! Why they wouldn't
drink it in our servant's hall!
" Brussells is a clean town. We got in just in time for dinner at the
Hotel de Suede—as handsome, comfortable, well kep an Inn as ever you
saw. Dinner not like us, but famous, all except the soup, which is very
shy, and made me think of my dearest Ma and the Shipp and Turtle with
tears in my eyes.
" Pish is served after roast meat in this Popish country ; and Puddn
comes in the middle of dinner, about the fourteenth dish ; which sur-
prized and disappointed me a good deal, for I wished twice of it, and
was obliged to go on agin quite fresh at the remaining things. 1 had
twenty-nine different things : Mr. C. was obliged to cry pickayvy at
the twenty-third or so—and he did look so red! We went and took
something warm at a caffy near the Opera, where we went afterwards,
and fell asleep with the fateague3 of the day. I never much cared about
that singing.
" Next day we set off for a watering-place called Spa, pronounced
Spore here—a little bit of a quiet place, where there's what they call
mineral springs. But the best thing I found here was some little cray-
fish, that ain't much bigger than a good Brighton prawn, but they ax"e
full of llaviour and you can eat no end of 'em. I wish I could see dear
Ma with a plateful before her. They certainly are both crisp and juicy.
" We were at a most comfortable Inn, the Hotel de Paybaw as it is
pronounced. I remarked the ladies at the table d'hote used their knives
to their vedgetables and things, and I like the practice very much.
" Ax-la-Chapelle is another bath or bang where the dinners are by no
means bad. Game is here in plenty: and if you go to the Grand
Monarch Inn you will get there a kind of Sallat, which, upon my con-
science, is the best thing I ever ate in that way. We went to a ball at
the Booms, but there was no supper, and I didn't care for staying
dawdling about and seeing the stupid dancing.
" I had a shy at the famous gambling tables: and neither lost nor
won. As my dear Par gives me as much money as ever I want, what
do I care about winning anybody else's ? It was much better surely to
come home to a quiet supper than to bother yourself at that stupid
dancing or gambling.
" What I have particularly remarked on the Continent is there capital
way of doing potatoes—sometimes brown—sometimes in white sauce—
sometimes in sallid which is capitle. I '11 dress one when I come home
for my dear sisters and Ma.
" The railroads has tunnels just like ours: and in every train there's
a carriage express for smoaking—with little tin-boxes to put your cigar
ashes into, and every think convenient. There is plenty of what they
call restorations at the stations, by which they mean places where you
may lunch and have refreshment. I will say for eating and drinking
these Germans are people after my own heart.
" As there was a steamer to Coblence setting off just after the rail,
we only drove through the town of Cologne, and that was quite enough,
for it is an ugly old-fashioned place: and got on board for the three
o'clock boat.
" Would you believe they had all dined already on board the boat?
which disappointed both me and Mr. C. very much, for there is no
place where you can see the manners and customs of a people so well as
where they are dining, and we were lorced to put up with just a beef-
steak—(it's not a reglar beefsteak on the Continent such as you git at
dear Joe's—only the undercut of the sirloin) and made out a wretched
disappointing dinner as best we could. It was rather showary, and so
we played at chess, and had a nap in the cabbin, and reached Coblence
at ten at night—time for supper though, trust your Sam for that. Wild
bore very good. Trout s ditto; call them Forellens here. Rudesheimer
rather sower, must take something to correct it afterwards.
" Up in the morning at five, and off per boat to Mayence, where the
famous Ham comes from. Couldn't sleep all night though: beds small:
people walking about. When we got on board took coffy, and went
and had a good snooze in the cabbin again. Didn't wake till ten, when,
as I heard, we had passed all the pretty part of the Rhine, and it
couldn't be helped, (and as for me, give me a good sleep before all your
lanskips). We had a meat and egg breakfast, and got to Mayence at
one o'clock.
" They kep us waiting at the train two hours, and then we came on
to Prankfort to our Correspondent, Mr. Schildkrot, who had a
handsome dinner ready to receive
" Your affectionate Son,
" Samuel Guttler Swilby."
UNDER THE ROSE; or, BRITANNIA TO THE POPE.
{Supposed to be sung by Sir Robert Inglis.)
Come to the garden bower,
Come where the violet blows,
And honeysuckle grows,
With every pretty flower:
There will I treat with thee,
All so clandestinely,
Under the Rose.
There will we plight our troth,
Our mutual minds disclose,
As everybody knows
Is needful to us both;
Though for appearance sake,
We must arrangements make,
Under the Rose.
Of Irish schools and sees,
And little things like those,
Where the carnation glows
We '11 sit and talk at ease;
Among the pinks and cloves,
O'er which the brisk bee roves,
Under the Rose.
That I ignore thy power
The world must needs suppose;
And we must pass for foes :
Yet will we, many an hour,
Amone; the tulip beds
Together lay our heads,
Under the Rose.
The Late Weather.
"I have no coppers, my good man," said a gentleman, "but I'll
remember you, one of these fine days."—"Long life to your honour ! "
exclaimed the crossing-sweeper. " Sure enough, I'm eternally indebted
to you." The gentleman was so well pleased with this answer, that he
tried the same promise at the next crossing he came to. " One of these
fine days, mon! " repeated the crossing-sweeper, who happened to be a
Scotchman. " Weel, I dinna mind, if you'll allow me interest."
Female Poltroonery.
We perceive that at the late Meeting of the British Association at
Swansea, a Dr. Edward Shunck read a report on colouring matters,
the length of which drove most of the ladies away. We were aware of
the proneness of ladies to timidity; but, judging from their partiality
for gay ribbons and smart bonnets, we were not prepared to expect that
they would have thus deserted their colours.