194 I'U.NGU OR TJIK LONDON CHARIVARI.

"And that's why in the newspapers," said Lovelace, " Duchesses and so forth send their
Court dresses to press, that the world outside may learn from their boddices, and trains and
petticoats, the tempers and virtues of 1 he wearers. I suppose it's that, Miss Benimble."

"I suppose so/' said I, very shortly.

" Still, when we go back to a state of nature," said Lovelace.
" There's no need of anything of the sort," said I.

" When we go back to a state of nature, and come down from the infancy of society—"'

" The infancy of society"—1 begged leave to observe—"was society in long clothes."

"What a distance it seems," said Lovelace, " from 1 he lime, when wdd in woods the noble
savage ran, to the present day ! What a world of events must have engaged mankind, in their
course from barbarism to refinement, to make it a matter of interest to millions to know that any
particular person, on any particular occasion, wore two petticoats, with pink and white gauze."

"Mr. Lovelace," said I, for my blood was up, " it's my opinion you're a heathen, and not
fit to take tea in decent society."

This, Mr. Punch, I said as a woman. Nevertheless, it is not the opinion of,

Yours ever, M. B.

PERFECT SINCERITY, OR THINKINGS AXOUD. No. 5.

in that position commenced a series of ful-
some compliments to the retired Statesman
"dwelling under the shadow of the Hospital."
A cabman, into whose hands we have put
Mr. Disraeli's data as to distances, informs-
us that M. Gtjizot lives some little way from
the Institution, and not by any means within
the shadow; and 1 hat, at all events, he, the
cabman, could make no less than an eight-
penny fare of it.

We are sorry to pull up Mr. Disraeli's
Pegaucs under the Hackney Coach Act \
but when his fancy gallops off at such a
preposterous rate, we think his poetical steed
is liable under the clause against furious-
driving.

Unfortunately for the orator, his audience
did not appear able or willing to follow him
in his canter through the realms of Imagina-
tion, and cries of "Question" brought bin?
down to the earth rather unceremoniously.
With much tact lie alluded to a couple of sub-
scriptions he had got in his pocket—" his
carriage having been stopped"—not to de-
mand his money or his lite, as in the " good
old times," but to force upon him contribu-
tions from two well-wishers to the Charity.
" This was the spirit," cried Mr. Disraeli,
"in which I came to take your Chair;" but
what the spirit was, we do not exactly see,,
unless it was a spirit prompting him to be-
come the bearer of other people's bounty.

Such a spirit might as well actuate an
honest postman, the light porler of a bank,
or any other humble individual intrusted to>
carry an article of value from one place to
another. We have no doubt Mr. Disraeli
came down witli something handsome on his
own account; but he avowedly appreciated
the luxury of being the vehicle—in common
with his own carriage, which was purposely
stopped—of the munificence of others.

TWO MISCREANTS.

Some caitiff—we have our eye upon him,
and his description is in the hands of the
police—has presumed to aim at us two deadly
missiles, which he calls jokes, but which are
in fact nothing more nor less than large
lumps of lead, which are liable to do con-
siderable mischief if they should make a hit,
| which there is happily no prospect of.
Medical Man. "Stupid old fool! Why, there's nothing the matter with him, except j The first is in the form of a suggestion, that,
what arises from his over-eating am) drinking hihself—(>nly I can't afford to tell on {^q Manager of Her Majesty's Theatre
HIM £0-" \ consulting Mr. Punch as to what he should do

____________________' next, the reply was, that in consequence

of the enormous attraction of La Sonmm-
bula, Lucia, and La Figlia, the next produc-
tion should be Lind-a-d'is/i-o'-money. We
need only call to mind the opera of Linda di
The golden days, or we should rather say the Mosaic-golden days of eloquence, are beginning 1 Chamouni, to show the heartless and headless
to develop themselves in the speeches of Mr. Benjamin Disraeli, the pet of the Protectionists.1 nature of this atrocitv.

DEMO ST HEN ES DISRAELI.

This brdliant orator is in the habit of taking chairs at public dinners with a regularity of
attendance worthy of O'Toole, the toastmaster, and accordingly we find him presiding at a
banquet for the benefit of the Hospital for Consumption, at Brompton. The " Chair " was
" supported," as the phrase is, rather meagrely, and Mu. Disraeli, of course, had to make
the speech of the evening, the Rev. Robert Montgomery seeming to be under an agree-
ment "to have and to hold" his tongue, while the Chairman executed the delivery of all that
" piece or parcel " of fustian which we found reported in the next day's Morning Chronicle.
Mr. Disraeli tried his lirst oratorical flight upon the wings of the budding, and we are sorry to
say offered a strong temptation to any one desirous of aiming at folly as it flies, to have a shot
at him. He paid a well-merited but rather a high-flown compliment to Jenny Lind, by saying
that the Nightingale had "contributed some of the most brilliant plumes" to the wing of
the budding. We scarcely understand this reckless allegory, but it probably means that,
instead of feathering her owti nest, the Nightingale took the Hospital under her own wing, or
rather clipped her wings of her own accord to add a wing to the budding. There is some
difficulty in carrying out the idea consistently, but we must not ask for sense, when Disraeli
indulges his fancy. The shedding of her plumes in this instance was a feather in her cap, upon
which she has a good right to plume herself.

We trust we have commented on this portion of our orator's speech in a suitably mysterious
style, and we hope we have " kept up the allegory " to the perfect satisfaction of the speaker.

Having dropped his wings, Mr. Disraeli perched on M. Guizot's tiles at Brompton, and

The next offence is scarcely of a less-
aggravated character,for the punster in human
form, asks how to make a soprano a contralto;.
and, before we have time to breathe, darts
upon us with the savage rejoinder, " making
Grisi Angri."

We hope to have the fellow in custody in a
few hours.

absurd impartiality.

An individual of our acquaintance has-
become so impressed with the conviction of
party being the "madness of many," that he
has come to the rash determination, rather
than evince the smallest toleration of any-
thing in the shape of party—to pull down bis-
own party wall.