DOI issue:
July to December, 1849
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16604#0182
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
A REFLECTION. A WOMAN'S PLEA FOB, MERCY,
What a curious thing it is, that although Policemen are placed at
particular spots for the express purpose of making omnibuses " move on,"
they are generally seen chatting, or cracking the friendly walnut with
the Conductors, to the manifest inconvenience and great indignation of
the Passengers. How is this? Is it amiable weakness on the part of the
Constable, or is it possible that he evis.r receives pints of beer.to neglect
his duty? Oh ! let us hope the former ! !
" The Condemned Poisoner Charlotte Harris.—Some charitably dis-
posed inhabitants of Taunton recently memorialised the Home Secretary to
spare the life of this convict, condemned for poisoning her husband, and
now awaiting her accouchement, previous to the sentence of the law being
carried into effect. Sir George Grey has officially announced his regret
that the case presents no grounds that warrant his interference with the due
course of law. The prisoner is expected to be confined every day, and as
soon after as possible the extreme penalty of the law will, it is stated, he
carried into effect."—Daily News.
Still keep the night-lamp burn Lag-,
I must have constant light;
Those horrors, else, returning,
Harrow mine inward sight:
The drop—the noose—each feature
Of 1 hat bad scene I see,
Where they bear forth yon creature,
From childbed to the tree.
Her pinioned arms deny her
Her infant's last embrace;
Since they may not untie her,
They lift it to her face.
And then—yes, I should banish
Such fancies overwrought,
But they refuse to vanish,
Those spectres of my though;;.
'Tis true, if aught could smother
Pity, it were her crime ;
But I shall be a mother
Too, in a little time.
To think if I were lying,
Foretasting every pang,
Counting each moment flying,
And, after all, to hang 1
To feel each cordial proffered
My sinking frame to prop—
Was succour only offered
To save me for the drop !
Better at once to end me,
Than, like that hapless wretch,
To soothe, sustain, and tend me,
And nurse me for Jack Ketch !
The law, with strange compassion,
Her unborn babe reveres,
Whose mind despair will fashion,
And agonising fears:
Preserved by mercies tender,
An idiot but to be ;
Nay, what these thoughts may render
My own, disquiets me.
Mother and Queen, forget not
Pardon is in thine hand;
For woman's pity, let not
The spectacle to miss,
Inhuman and atrocious,
Of butcher-work like this !
A RED EMPEROR. ' This hanging shame our land
,Tr , , . c- x t • But cause the mob ferocious
We have baa a aixteen-sfcring Jack. It is not the fault oi 'he precious >oung
Emperor, Francis Joseph, that the Austrians have not a Sixteen-string
Emperor. He has a great taste for hanging; but was baulked in his delight,
by Count Batthyani, whose self-inflicted wounds rendered such mode of death
impossible. Whereupon, he was shot; and Haynau licked his tiger lips.
Hungarian women, of the highest classes, we are told, endeavoured—but were
not permitted—to steep their handkerchiefs in the blood of the murdered man.
But the blood did not sink. It helps to dye the Emperor. And, as it is with a
crtam insect, that " the finest red" dyes the " deepest black," so with
HOUSEHOLD ORNAMENTS.
1 i - ! 7 i i i A Sunday newspaper, whose seeds of literature are com
En perors, the purer the blood that is shed,"the blacker the stain that is left. ™>nly hempseed, advertises a republication of the portraits of
' ; the Mannings m the week of their trial. With the taste that
-- _ ' is stimulated for such fine art, we think a few lockets, with
small, delicate Daguerreotype portraits of notorious malefactors
«T?ANrm?rk ~dv uAATniTT) o I would find a readv welcome in the bosoms of families. Mur-
imAlNDiLJJ til HONOURS. j dererg are now made guch comnion visitors m the Sunday circle,
Honours are beginning to lose their value. The most, honoured man will ; that they may fairly challenge a more enduring place in the
shortly be he who lias not a single honour. Look at Radetski and Haynau ! j breasts of their patrons.
How the honours fhine upon their honourable breasts ! and no wonder when
we recollect the blackness of the ground upon which their diamonds
are set.
Our Ministers are beginning to copy this continental system. They have made
the Governor of the Ionian Islands a Grand Knight, or something or other,
of the Bath. We cannot imagine they meant otherwise than to disgrace
Ma. Ward by thus " honouring" him. It was only in the Haynau sense
that the honour was conferred upon him. The Cephalonians cry out that their
Governor was bad enough before, but what are they to expect now since he has
been re-Warded P
We also think that small plaster-of-Paris or terra-cot.ta
casts of distinguished criminals for mantel-pieces would be
pleasing and instructive ornaments for the hearth. We have
Dorothea at the fountain,—why not Mrs. Browning in the
Coal Hole ? There is Apollo, a shepherd,—why not Green-
acre, a grocer ? We feel certain that t he genial labours of
many' of our contemporaries have quite prepared thousands
of their readers for the patronage of an Art Murder Union.
If not, it is not our eontemporaries' fault. They have evi-
dently intended it.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
A REFLECTION. A WOMAN'S PLEA FOB, MERCY,
What a curious thing it is, that although Policemen are placed at
particular spots for the express purpose of making omnibuses " move on,"
they are generally seen chatting, or cracking the friendly walnut with
the Conductors, to the manifest inconvenience and great indignation of
the Passengers. How is this? Is it amiable weakness on the part of the
Constable, or is it possible that he evis.r receives pints of beer.to neglect
his duty? Oh ! let us hope the former ! !
" The Condemned Poisoner Charlotte Harris.—Some charitably dis-
posed inhabitants of Taunton recently memorialised the Home Secretary to
spare the life of this convict, condemned for poisoning her husband, and
now awaiting her accouchement, previous to the sentence of the law being
carried into effect. Sir George Grey has officially announced his regret
that the case presents no grounds that warrant his interference with the due
course of law. The prisoner is expected to be confined every day, and as
soon after as possible the extreme penalty of the law will, it is stated, he
carried into effect."—Daily News.
Still keep the night-lamp burn Lag-,
I must have constant light;
Those horrors, else, returning,
Harrow mine inward sight:
The drop—the noose—each feature
Of 1 hat bad scene I see,
Where they bear forth yon creature,
From childbed to the tree.
Her pinioned arms deny her
Her infant's last embrace;
Since they may not untie her,
They lift it to her face.
And then—yes, I should banish
Such fancies overwrought,
But they refuse to vanish,
Those spectres of my though;;.
'Tis true, if aught could smother
Pity, it were her crime ;
But I shall be a mother
Too, in a little time.
To think if I were lying,
Foretasting every pang,
Counting each moment flying,
And, after all, to hang 1
To feel each cordial proffered
My sinking frame to prop—
Was succour only offered
To save me for the drop !
Better at once to end me,
Than, like that hapless wretch,
To soothe, sustain, and tend me,
And nurse me for Jack Ketch !
The law, with strange compassion,
Her unborn babe reveres,
Whose mind despair will fashion,
And agonising fears:
Preserved by mercies tender,
An idiot but to be ;
Nay, what these thoughts may render
My own, disquiets me.
Mother and Queen, forget not
Pardon is in thine hand;
For woman's pity, let not
The spectacle to miss,
Inhuman and atrocious,
Of butcher-work like this !
A RED EMPEROR. ' This hanging shame our land
,Tr , , . c- x t • But cause the mob ferocious
We have baa a aixteen-sfcring Jack. It is not the fault oi 'he precious >oung
Emperor, Francis Joseph, that the Austrians have not a Sixteen-string
Emperor. He has a great taste for hanging; but was baulked in his delight,
by Count Batthyani, whose self-inflicted wounds rendered such mode of death
impossible. Whereupon, he was shot; and Haynau licked his tiger lips.
Hungarian women, of the highest classes, we are told, endeavoured—but were
not permitted—to steep their handkerchiefs in the blood of the murdered man.
But the blood did not sink. It helps to dye the Emperor. And, as it is with a
crtam insect, that " the finest red" dyes the " deepest black," so with
HOUSEHOLD ORNAMENTS.
1 i - ! 7 i i i A Sunday newspaper, whose seeds of literature are com
En perors, the purer the blood that is shed,"the blacker the stain that is left. ™>nly hempseed, advertises a republication of the portraits of
' ; the Mannings m the week of their trial. With the taste that
-- _ ' is stimulated for such fine art, we think a few lockets, with
small, delicate Daguerreotype portraits of notorious malefactors
«T?ANrm?rk ~dv uAATniTT) o I would find a readv welcome in the bosoms of families. Mur-
imAlNDiLJJ til HONOURS. j dererg are now made guch comnion visitors m the Sunday circle,
Honours are beginning to lose their value. The most, honoured man will ; that they may fairly challenge a more enduring place in the
shortly be he who lias not a single honour. Look at Radetski and Haynau ! j breasts of their patrons.
How the honours fhine upon their honourable breasts ! and no wonder when
we recollect the blackness of the ground upon which their diamonds
are set.
Our Ministers are beginning to copy this continental system. They have made
the Governor of the Ionian Islands a Grand Knight, or something or other,
of the Bath. We cannot imagine they meant otherwise than to disgrace
Ma. Ward by thus " honouring" him. It was only in the Haynau sense
that the honour was conferred upon him. The Cephalonians cry out that their
Governor was bad enough before, but what are they to expect now since he has
been re-Warded P
We also think that small plaster-of-Paris or terra-cot.ta
casts of distinguished criminals for mantel-pieces would be
pleasing and instructive ornaments for the hearth. We have
Dorothea at the fountain,—why not Mrs. Browning in the
Coal Hole ? There is Apollo, a shepherd,—why not Green-
acre, a grocer ? We feel certain that t he genial labours of
many' of our contemporaries have quite prepared thousands
of their readers for the patronage of an Art Murder Union.
If not, it is not our eontemporaries' fault. They have evi-
dently intended it.