DOI issue:
July to December, 1848
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16547#0236
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
229
A BOW-STREET BALLAD;
by a gentleman op the force.
To paris towne his phootsteps bended
In sutch of gayer folks and seans.
His and was free, his means was easy,
A nobler, finer gent than he
Ne'er drove about the Sbons-Eleesy,
Or paced the Roo de Rivolee.
A brougham and pair Sir John prowided,
In which abroad he loved to ride;
But ar ! he most of all enjyed it,
When some one helse was sit-in' inside!
That "some one helse" a lovely dame was,
Dear ladies, you will heasy tell—
Couktess Grabrowski her sweet name was,
A noble title, ard to spell.
This faymus Couktess ad a daughter
Of lovely form and tender art;
A nobleman in marridge sought her,
By name the Baron of Saint Bart.
Their pashn touched the noble Sir John,
It was so pewer and profound ;
Lady Grabrowski he did urge on,
With Hyming's wreeth their loves to crownd.
"0, come to Bath, to Lansdowne Crescent,"
Says kind Sir John, "and live with me ;
The living there 's uncommon pleasant—
I'm sure you '11 find the hair agree.
*' 0, come to Bath, my fair Grabrowski,
And bring your charming girl," sezee;
" The Barring here shall have the ouse-key,
Vith breakfast, dinner, lunch, and tea.
" And when they 5ve passed an appy winter,
Their opes and loves no more we '11 bar;
The marridge-vow they'll enter inter,
And I at Church will be their Par."
To Bath they went to Lansdowne Crescent,
Where good Sir John he did provide
No end of teas, and balls incessant.
And hosses both to drive and ride.
He was so Ospitably busy,
When Miss was late, he'd make so bold
Upstairs to call out, " Missy, Missy,
Come down, the coff'y's getting cold !"
But O ! 'tis sadd to think such bounties
Should meet with such return as this;
here's in the Vest
a city pleasant,
To vich KingBla-
DUDgev his name,
And in that city
there's a Cres-
cent,
Yere dwelt a noble
knight of fame.
Although that gal-
liant knight is
oldish,
AlthoughSiRJoHN
as grey, grey air,
Hage has not made
hisbusum coldish,
His Art still beats
tewodds the Fair!
'Twas two years
sins, this knight
so splendid,
Peraps fateagued
with Bath's rou-
tines,
0, Barring of Saint Bart, 0, Coumess
Grabrowski, and 0, cruel Miss !
He married you at Bath's fair Habby,
Saint Bart he treated like a son—
And wasn't it uncommon shabby
To do what you have went & done !
My trembling And amost refewses
To write the charge which Sir John swore,
Of which the Countess he ecuses,
Her daughter and her son in lore.
My Mews quite blushes as she sings of
The fatle charge which now I quote :
He says Miss took his two best rings cff,
And pawned 'em for a tenpun no' e.
" Is this the child of honest parince,
To make away with folk's best things ?
Is this, pray, like the wives of Barrins,
To go and prig a gentleman's rings p"
Thu3 thought Sir John, by anger wrought o,
And to rewenge his injured cause,
He brought them hup to Mr. Broughton,
Last Vensday veek as ever waws.
If guiltless, how she have been slanderd !
If guilty, wengeance will not fail;
Meanwhile, the lady is remanderd
And gev three hundred pouns in bail.
Pleaceman X. 54.
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THE EARL OE CARDIGAN P
The Earl of Cardigan, who has so often figured at the
bar of public opinion, has been once more brought before that
Court, charged with the old offence of tyrannical and insolent
conduct to one of his officers. The present plaintiff is the
Hon. Captain Noel ; and the particulars of the case are
notorious. Of the treatment which he received from the
noble Lord, Captain Noel complained to the Commander-
in-Chief, who decided that it was so well merited that he ought to
apologise to the Earl of Cardigan. This the gallant Captain declined
to do, -probably not seeing how he could apologise for his word having
been denied, his manners sneered at, and himself turned out of the room.
In deference to the decision of the Duke of Wellington, we will
suppose that Lord Cardigan, in this matter, has acted and spoken
like an officer, a nobleman, and a gentleman. Otherwise, we should
have resarded him as having decidedly exhibited himself in what Bottom
calls " Ercles' vein—a tyrant's vein." We might have been tempted
to pursue the analogy between the Earl of Cardigan and Bottom,
whose "chief humour" was " for a tyrant," and who was denominated
by his comrades, " Bully Bottom."
But we will assume that his Lordship was in the right. No doubt,
at least, he has kept on the safe side of martial law. We cannot,
however, help asking how it is that the Earl of Cardigan is
constantly at variance with somebody in his regiment ? Whence comes
it that, as the Bishop of Exeter has always some undutifi'1 curate, so
he has ever some refractory officer on the grill ?
Is the circumstance ascribable to peculiarity of temper P If so,
what is it that has soured his disposition ? Can it be an ungratified
longing for military distinction ? Is his Lordship the young Norval
of the 11th Hussars? Has he "heard of battles," and sighed for
unattained laurels ? Is he tantalised by the sight of decorations and
medals adorning the breasts of Peninsular and Indian officers? Nay,
we trust not. Perhaps he suffers from some physical source of irritation.
Is he troubled with a corn ? Or is his general health out of order ?
Is his liver in fault P That must be it. Then why does he not try an
Antibilious Pill ? Why not drink Taraxacum Coffee ? He should
consult Sir James Clarke, or Dr. Chambers. We are convinced he
must be very ill. Poor Lord Cardigan ! We pity him very much;
indeed we do. He is the victim of bile and indigestion. His food
disagrees with him, and hence he disagrees with his officers. The
Duke of Wellington is not the man to deal with his case. The
proper person is the Surgeon to the Forces. If the Earl of Cardigan
will take a little medical advice, the 11th Hussars may become quite a
pleasant regiment. Thus tenderly have we touched Lord Cardigan ;
whereas it may have been expected that we should have hit him hard.
But his Lordship is not ,one of those persons who have no friends.
The issue of his affair with Captain Noel shows that he is exceed-
ingly well befriended at head quarters.
229
A BOW-STREET BALLAD;
by a gentleman op the force.
To paris towne his phootsteps bended
In sutch of gayer folks and seans.
His and was free, his means was easy,
A nobler, finer gent than he
Ne'er drove about the Sbons-Eleesy,
Or paced the Roo de Rivolee.
A brougham and pair Sir John prowided,
In which abroad he loved to ride;
But ar ! he most of all enjyed it,
When some one helse was sit-in' inside!
That "some one helse" a lovely dame was,
Dear ladies, you will heasy tell—
Couktess Grabrowski her sweet name was,
A noble title, ard to spell.
This faymus Couktess ad a daughter
Of lovely form and tender art;
A nobleman in marridge sought her,
By name the Baron of Saint Bart.
Their pashn touched the noble Sir John,
It was so pewer and profound ;
Lady Grabrowski he did urge on,
With Hyming's wreeth their loves to crownd.
"0, come to Bath, to Lansdowne Crescent,"
Says kind Sir John, "and live with me ;
The living there 's uncommon pleasant—
I'm sure you '11 find the hair agree.
*' 0, come to Bath, my fair Grabrowski,
And bring your charming girl," sezee;
" The Barring here shall have the ouse-key,
Vith breakfast, dinner, lunch, and tea.
" And when they 5ve passed an appy winter,
Their opes and loves no more we '11 bar;
The marridge-vow they'll enter inter,
And I at Church will be their Par."
To Bath they went to Lansdowne Crescent,
Where good Sir John he did provide
No end of teas, and balls incessant.
And hosses both to drive and ride.
He was so Ospitably busy,
When Miss was late, he'd make so bold
Upstairs to call out, " Missy, Missy,
Come down, the coff'y's getting cold !"
But O ! 'tis sadd to think such bounties
Should meet with such return as this;
here's in the Vest
a city pleasant,
To vich KingBla-
DUDgev his name,
And in that city
there's a Cres-
cent,
Yere dwelt a noble
knight of fame.
Although that gal-
liant knight is
oldish,
AlthoughSiRJoHN
as grey, grey air,
Hage has not made
hisbusum coldish,
His Art still beats
tewodds the Fair!
'Twas two years
sins, this knight
so splendid,
Peraps fateagued
with Bath's rou-
tines,
0, Barring of Saint Bart, 0, Coumess
Grabrowski, and 0, cruel Miss !
He married you at Bath's fair Habby,
Saint Bart he treated like a son—
And wasn't it uncommon shabby
To do what you have went & done !
My trembling And amost refewses
To write the charge which Sir John swore,
Of which the Countess he ecuses,
Her daughter and her son in lore.
My Mews quite blushes as she sings of
The fatle charge which now I quote :
He says Miss took his two best rings cff,
And pawned 'em for a tenpun no' e.
" Is this the child of honest parince,
To make away with folk's best things ?
Is this, pray, like the wives of Barrins,
To go and prig a gentleman's rings p"
Thu3 thought Sir John, by anger wrought o,
And to rewenge his injured cause,
He brought them hup to Mr. Broughton,
Last Vensday veek as ever waws.
If guiltless, how she have been slanderd !
If guilty, wengeance will not fail;
Meanwhile, the lady is remanderd
And gev three hundred pouns in bail.
Pleaceman X. 54.
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THE EARL OE CARDIGAN P
The Earl of Cardigan, who has so often figured at the
bar of public opinion, has been once more brought before that
Court, charged with the old offence of tyrannical and insolent
conduct to one of his officers. The present plaintiff is the
Hon. Captain Noel ; and the particulars of the case are
notorious. Of the treatment which he received from the
noble Lord, Captain Noel complained to the Commander-
in-Chief, who decided that it was so well merited that he ought to
apologise to the Earl of Cardigan. This the gallant Captain declined
to do, -probably not seeing how he could apologise for his word having
been denied, his manners sneered at, and himself turned out of the room.
In deference to the decision of the Duke of Wellington, we will
suppose that Lord Cardigan, in this matter, has acted and spoken
like an officer, a nobleman, and a gentleman. Otherwise, we should
have resarded him as having decidedly exhibited himself in what Bottom
calls " Ercles' vein—a tyrant's vein." We might have been tempted
to pursue the analogy between the Earl of Cardigan and Bottom,
whose "chief humour" was " for a tyrant," and who was denominated
by his comrades, " Bully Bottom."
But we will assume that his Lordship was in the right. No doubt,
at least, he has kept on the safe side of martial law. We cannot,
however, help asking how it is that the Earl of Cardigan is
constantly at variance with somebody in his regiment ? Whence comes
it that, as the Bishop of Exeter has always some undutifi'1 curate, so
he has ever some refractory officer on the grill ?
Is the circumstance ascribable to peculiarity of temper P If so,
what is it that has soured his disposition ? Can it be an ungratified
longing for military distinction ? Is his Lordship the young Norval
of the 11th Hussars? Has he "heard of battles," and sighed for
unattained laurels ? Is he tantalised by the sight of decorations and
medals adorning the breasts of Peninsular and Indian officers? Nay,
we trust not. Perhaps he suffers from some physical source of irritation.
Is he troubled with a corn ? Or is his general health out of order ?
Is his liver in fault P That must be it. Then why does he not try an
Antibilious Pill ? Why not drink Taraxacum Coffee ? He should
consult Sir James Clarke, or Dr. Chambers. We are convinced he
must be very ill. Poor Lord Cardigan ! We pity him very much;
indeed we do. He is the victim of bile and indigestion. His food
disagrees with him, and hence he disagrees with his officers. The
Duke of Wellington is not the man to deal with his case. The
proper person is the Surgeon to the Forces. If the Earl of Cardigan
will take a little medical advice, the 11th Hussars may become quite a
pleasant regiment. Thus tenderly have we touched Lord Cardigan ;
whereas it may have been expected that we should have hit him hard.
But his Lordship is not ,one of those persons who have no friends.
The issue of his affair with Captain Noel shows that he is exceed-
ingly well befriended at head quarters.