DOI issue:
July to December, 1849
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16604#0118
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PUNCH'S SONGS OF THE HEART.
By the Musical Correspondent of the Evening Paper.
" YES, I HAVE DARED TO LOVE THEE ! "
" This little ballad, which is causing such a sensation in the fashionable world,
—has thrown so many a tea-table into confusion, and cooled the muffin on the
lip _ of female beauty—this little ballad had its origin in the following startling
incident.—In an aristocratic family not five thousand miles from Belgravia,
the youngest daughter of the house was a creature all gaiety and gushiness,
who added to the carol of the lark, the eye of the eagle, the neck of the stag,
and the ringlets of the raven. That heart, having all the softness of the sponge,
had absorbed the delicious ballad of ' Will you love me then as now ?' and she
was in the habit of trilling it out from morning till night in her boudoir not
five thousand miles from Belgravia.
" Among the numerous serving-men in the vast establishment of her father,
was one who evidently had a heart of Indian-rubber bounding about under a
waistcoat of red plush, and who, in the course of his duties, frequently came
into close communication with the Belgravian maiden. His impressible fancy
soon took the image of the eagle-eyed, stag-necked, raven-ringleted creature,
and the rosy fetters of Cupid were continually tripping him up when he
entered with the coals, or came to deliver the card, the message or the billet.
This went on for some time, until on one occasion he entered the salon just as
the syren of Belgravia had commenced her accustomed wood-larking of the
popular ballad, ' Will you love me then as now ?' when seized with a sudden
inspiration—the bounding heart fluttering under the waistcoat, causing him
to forget the plush, and reducing him as it were to a non-plush,—the sensitive
serving-man burst forthwith the passionate exclamation of ' Fes, I have dared
to love thee !' A popular composer, hearing of the incident, availed himself of
the circumstance with his usual tact, and the result has been the ballad,
which is now in every lady's mouth, upon every lady's piano, and in every
boarding-school music bill."
how to keep a thing private.
If you want to keep a thing exceedingly private, put it in a letter, which
entrust lor delivery to "a private hand." The privacy is sure to be so great-,
that no one else will ever see it afterwards.
ALAJRMIST LINEN-DKAPERS.
The present would appear to be the" Reign of Terror" in
the Haberdashery world, if we are to judge by the number
and extent of the alarms that are being got up at the Sacrifices,
real or pretended, of the London Linendrapers. Their an-
nouncements are no longer confined to mere assertions of
" Must have Cash," "Extensive Failure," and the other com-
paratively quiet statements of a few years ago, but there is
now a recklessness bordering upon insanity pervading all their
placards. " We have made a regular Smash of it." " What is it
to you that our Creditors won't get 2 pence in the Pound ? "
" We have a Bill due to-morrow, and must sell for Anything
you offer us to-day." "Call us fraudulent Bankrupts if you
like, but we must have some Cash," are a few of the delicate
baits that are now held out to purchasers no less unprincipled
than the vendors, and it is satisfactory to feel that the buyers
who are tempted by these avowals of dishonesty, are invariably
victimised by having to pay about double the value for their
bargains.
We cannot help being struck occasionally by the poverty of
invention displayed in the tricks of the trade, and we therefore
for the sake of mere variety throw out a few suggestions which
may give an artistic air to proceedings, that are of themselves
simply contemptible.
Over the door might be suspended a model of the Queen's
j Bench with a placard underneath, inscribed, " Removing to
this Place," or, " Where we are rapidly coming to." It would
! also aid the illusion if a few of the young men were " got up "
j in the theatrical costume of " bailiffs " or " men in possession,"
while at the first floor window a tableau might be exhibited of the
BANKRUPT IN THE ACr OF BREAKING OR MAKING A
SMASH OF IT.
THE SLANDERED BRITISH LAMB.
We should be very sorry to quarrel with M. Emile de
Glrardin-, who has won golden opinions from us by his
advocacy of peace; but in all good nature we beg to ask what
does he mean by the following passage contained in an article
on the instability of French governments that appeared lately
in his paper, La Presse ?
" England, whilst freeing her constitution from the rust of ages, main-
tains, with a vigilance and firmness that never relax, the aggressive position
which she occupies in the two hemispheres, and over every sea.'
Why, England for the last several years has been leaving
all the nations of Europe to their own devices; or interfering
in their affairs only by advice ; and even when this has been
rejected with scorn and insult:, she has meekly put, the affront
in her—reticule. England, too, has taken the initiative in
Free Trade—thrown open her ports and her arms to all the
world. John Bull has for a long time drawn in his horns.
Our foreign policy of late has been almost Quaker-like. Since
the celebrated charge of an aggressive policy was made by the
wolf against the lamb, on no one has that imputation been
cast more unjustly than on poor old England.
Subject fob, a Piece of Sculptube.—Mabio. sitting
amidst the ruins of the Italian Opera.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PUNCH'S SONGS OF THE HEART.
By the Musical Correspondent of the Evening Paper.
" YES, I HAVE DARED TO LOVE THEE ! "
" This little ballad, which is causing such a sensation in the fashionable world,
—has thrown so many a tea-table into confusion, and cooled the muffin on the
lip _ of female beauty—this little ballad had its origin in the following startling
incident.—In an aristocratic family not five thousand miles from Belgravia,
the youngest daughter of the house was a creature all gaiety and gushiness,
who added to the carol of the lark, the eye of the eagle, the neck of the stag,
and the ringlets of the raven. That heart, having all the softness of the sponge,
had absorbed the delicious ballad of ' Will you love me then as now ?' and she
was in the habit of trilling it out from morning till night in her boudoir not
five thousand miles from Belgravia.
" Among the numerous serving-men in the vast establishment of her father,
was one who evidently had a heart of Indian-rubber bounding about under a
waistcoat of red plush, and who, in the course of his duties, frequently came
into close communication with the Belgravian maiden. His impressible fancy
soon took the image of the eagle-eyed, stag-necked, raven-ringleted creature,
and the rosy fetters of Cupid were continually tripping him up when he
entered with the coals, or came to deliver the card, the message or the billet.
This went on for some time, until on one occasion he entered the salon just as
the syren of Belgravia had commenced her accustomed wood-larking of the
popular ballad, ' Will you love me then as now ?' when seized with a sudden
inspiration—the bounding heart fluttering under the waistcoat, causing him
to forget the plush, and reducing him as it were to a non-plush,—the sensitive
serving-man burst forthwith the passionate exclamation of ' Fes, I have dared
to love thee !' A popular composer, hearing of the incident, availed himself of
the circumstance with his usual tact, and the result has been the ballad,
which is now in every lady's mouth, upon every lady's piano, and in every
boarding-school music bill."
how to keep a thing private.
If you want to keep a thing exceedingly private, put it in a letter, which
entrust lor delivery to "a private hand." The privacy is sure to be so great-,
that no one else will ever see it afterwards.
ALAJRMIST LINEN-DKAPERS.
The present would appear to be the" Reign of Terror" in
the Haberdashery world, if we are to judge by the number
and extent of the alarms that are being got up at the Sacrifices,
real or pretended, of the London Linendrapers. Their an-
nouncements are no longer confined to mere assertions of
" Must have Cash," "Extensive Failure," and the other com-
paratively quiet statements of a few years ago, but there is
now a recklessness bordering upon insanity pervading all their
placards. " We have made a regular Smash of it." " What is it
to you that our Creditors won't get 2 pence in the Pound ? "
" We have a Bill due to-morrow, and must sell for Anything
you offer us to-day." "Call us fraudulent Bankrupts if you
like, but we must have some Cash," are a few of the delicate
baits that are now held out to purchasers no less unprincipled
than the vendors, and it is satisfactory to feel that the buyers
who are tempted by these avowals of dishonesty, are invariably
victimised by having to pay about double the value for their
bargains.
We cannot help being struck occasionally by the poverty of
invention displayed in the tricks of the trade, and we therefore
for the sake of mere variety throw out a few suggestions which
may give an artistic air to proceedings, that are of themselves
simply contemptible.
Over the door might be suspended a model of the Queen's
j Bench with a placard underneath, inscribed, " Removing to
this Place," or, " Where we are rapidly coming to." It would
! also aid the illusion if a few of the young men were " got up "
j in the theatrical costume of " bailiffs " or " men in possession,"
while at the first floor window a tableau might be exhibited of the
BANKRUPT IN THE ACr OF BREAKING OR MAKING A
SMASH OF IT.
THE SLANDERED BRITISH LAMB.
We should be very sorry to quarrel with M. Emile de
Glrardin-, who has won golden opinions from us by his
advocacy of peace; but in all good nature we beg to ask what
does he mean by the following passage contained in an article
on the instability of French governments that appeared lately
in his paper, La Presse ?
" England, whilst freeing her constitution from the rust of ages, main-
tains, with a vigilance and firmness that never relax, the aggressive position
which she occupies in the two hemispheres, and over every sea.'
Why, England for the last several years has been leaving
all the nations of Europe to their own devices; or interfering
in their affairs only by advice ; and even when this has been
rejected with scorn and insult:, she has meekly put, the affront
in her—reticule. England, too, has taken the initiative in
Free Trade—thrown open her ports and her arms to all the
world. John Bull has for a long time drawn in his horns.
Our foreign policy of late has been almost Quaker-like. Since
the celebrated charge of an aggressive policy was made by the
wolf against the lamb, on no one has that imputation been
cast more unjustly than on poor old England.
Subject fob, a Piece of Sculptube.—Mabio. sitting
amidst the ruins of the Italian Opera.