DOI Heft:
July to December, 1850
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16606#0031
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
23
THE BLACK PRINCE.
he Nepaulese Ambassador
and his suite are being drag-
ged round the town, and
lionised at every place of
entertainment to such an
extent that their names are
beginnhig to be looked for
as part of the attraction in
the bill of every suburban
tea-garden. _ They are to
be found enjoying the Bag-
pipes playing the Hieland
stA'omach-eacha.ttke Scottish
Fete, the balloon at Vaux-
THE BELGEAVIANS' LAMENT.
{Being a MS. which dropped out of Col—N—l S—BTH—p's hat during
the Debate of Thursday Night.)
There is a sound of sorrow through Wilton's Crescent fair ;
The Dowagers of Lowndes Street are tearing of their hair;
The muffins stand in Eaton Square uneaten on the plate;
The footmen group in gloomy knots round many an area gate.
And rents and hearts are going down in paltry Albert Row,
A ghastly line of blank " To Lets " the first-fioor windows show;
The white cross on the old Park elms the sorry lodger sees,
And straight prepares his trunk to go, like the unhappy trees.
strong half-price to the Sur
rey, and we may shortly
expect them to be seen
sympathising _ with the re-
cognised victim of every-
thing unmerited at the Victoria. Such are their ideas of magnificence,
The word is spoke—'tis past a joke—Hyde Park the spot shall be,
Where to the skies shall soon arise the House of Industry—
..all, and the terrific ascent of | Pile high the bricks, the mortar mix, knock up the scaffold-poles
the intrepid Madame Some- Tread out the green, cut up the turf, with ruts, and hills, and holes.
body at Cremorne. They! . , . . •,
have been advertised as a ! J-ne Prince commands—m ready hands the trenchant axe is nigh :
Soon manned and marred, upon the sward, the headless trunks will lie.
Vain Campbell's law, Brougham's power of jaw, and Sibthorp's
jolly row—
A Prince to please, not only trees, but Woods and Forests bow.
When sudden, hark, into the Park wide Albert Gates are flung,
thing unmerited at the Victoria, Such are tiieir ideas 01 magmucence, And lo , a band that suppliant stand, the noble, fair and young:
that they offer to purchase everything they see from the services ot the Ki U well we knQW f Rotten Row the elory and the vr\de
crossing sweeper at St. Paul's Church Yard, to those of the dancing Lords
and Ladies at a fete given in honour of the strangers by a distinguished
member of the aristocracy. So delighted were the Nepaulese Princes
with the specimen of the fashionable ballet of private life which was set
before them, that they looked upon the dancing Dukes and Duchesses,
Lords and Ladies, as a troupe of coryphees, and enquired of the noble
host the terms on which the corps could be transplanted entne to
Nepaul, for the amusement of the native Prince in his own palace.
Though the illustrious strangers are easily amused, it is very difficult
to provide them with an entertainment in the truly English sense of the
term which includes the celebrated knife and fork exercise, without
which we fancy we can never do the civil thing to a foreigner. The
Nepaulese Ambassadors will share in our amusements readily enough;
thevwill cry, "Oh, oh! " at our Vauxhall fire-works ; they will exclaim
" brava " with us at the grace of Carlotta Grisi, and the polite offer
of a private box would probably bring them to join in the cry of "Bravo,
Ix," at the Britannia Saloon; but when we come to ask them to
dinner, then it is that we discover their uncongeniality with our habits
and feelings. If they accept our invitation they walk away directly the
meal is served, and the popular notion is that they eat nothing but what
they kill at the moment.
The only way we can suggest in which to entertain them after their
own heart's—by setting before them something they can kill and eat at
the same time—is to place before them a few dozens of nice fresh, five,
unopened oysters, and thus they would be able to enjoy the luxury of
killing and eating the natives. At all events, in spite of little differ-
ences in our habits and customs, it is delightful to see the Nepaulese
Princes mixing with all classes of English society, and we have no
doubt that, by"brushing about, a brilliant polish will be imparted in
time to Nature's blacking
PLATITUDES.
{By our Old Codger).
The French Republic is always represented with a Phrygian head-
dress. The fittest ornament for it, I think, would be a " Mob-cap."
I do abominate all parrots, perroquets, and cockatoos, and the awful
noises they make. I am sure they are only tolerated by ladies, because
they are sueh " delicious creatures " (screechers).
It is very curious that men never know they have grey hairs. The
discovery is always made for them by other people.
We are astonished at the Ostrich for swallowing pennies, and yet I
know a voung man who has devoured £100,000, and, strange to say, he
is thought nothing of.
There is no peace-maker in the world like a good diimer.
There are partners almost in every business, but I never recollect
seeing two partners keeping a public-house. Is it because chinking
tends to quaiTelling ?
We do not dislike men so much who are ruining themselves—it is
only when they are ruined.
France should be painted, like Fortune, standing on a wheel—for she
seems to have quite a turn for revolutions.
If you wish to hear all your faults freely canvassed, have your portrait
taken, and invite your friends to come and keep you company.
The best part of a public dinner is that there are no children after
dessert.
>ry and the pride,
The Maidens in their habits, the noble Swells beside.
Then up and spake a lady—that round her neck did wear
A halter for a habit-shirt—a la Eustace St. Pierre :
" Our necks are thine, all in a line to string up, if you please ;
And none shall cut us down, if you will not cut down the trees.
" Spare but these trunks, we give our heads; and ladies, as they ride,
Li days to come will talk of us for Rotten Row that died;
'Tis no plebeian precinct thus rudely you invade;
The sacred ride tor noble swells and high-bom ladies made.
" There's Regent's Park is parvenue ; there's Battersea is low;
What harm to cut up snobbish turf, and 'sparagus also ?
Or is there not the Isle of Dogs by Thames' salubrious side ?
Oh, tliither you might cut your stick, and cut no stick beside.
" But to come down on Rotten Row, to mar ' The Ladies' Mile!'
To spiffticate the railings, where lean the gents and smile !
Oh, pale, I trow, sweet cheeks will grow, that, wan from ball-rooms hot,
Repair the galope's ravages with a gallop or a trot.
" Think, cruel Prince, how much there is that with these trees must fall,
The scandal of the drawing-room, the chitchat of the ball—
Rogers' last mot nospread will go; Macadlay's last good thing
Like a bad shilling ne'er wili pass, because it has no Ring !
" Then take our fives, and spare our ride, the only place we know
Where ladies, pent iu London, for exercise can go.
'Tis not with us as with our Lords ; for they, the Park beside,
Have got the House of Commons, where their hobbies they may ride."
The Prince looked grim—it was his whim—humbugged he would not be ;
When lo—a stately Lady is Imeeling at his knee.
"I too would ride," she sweetly cried, "so, Albert, if you please,
Don't—there 5s a darling—for my sake—please don't cut down the trees."
He fain had snumed—and restless turned—but—
********
{Here the MS. becomes illegible?)
THE MOUNTAIN OF LIGHT.
The presentation of the great diamond, the Mountain of Light, 1 o
Her Majesty, at the recent levee, contributed to make it in every
sense of the word a brilliant reception. It is said that this magnificent
jewel came from the famous peacock throne of the King of Persia.
and used to adorn the peacock's head, but all we have to say on this
head is, that there is no reliance to be placed on the tale. This valu-
able diamond was given to a Venetian Jew jeweller, to be cut as a rose,
but he seems to have had a cabbage rose in his eye, for he resorted'
to the untradesmanlike act of cabbaging as much as he could of the
precious material. It weighed, before the cabbaging, nearly 800 carats.
Since then it has been the subject of some half-dozen robberies, we
believe it has never, until it was made a present to ILir Most Gracious
Majesty, come honestly into the hands of anybody.
Such is our brief history of this Mountain of Light, which, to look at
appears less of a mountain than a molehill.
23
THE BLACK PRINCE.
he Nepaulese Ambassador
and his suite are being drag-
ged round the town, and
lionised at every place of
entertainment to such an
extent that their names are
beginnhig to be looked for
as part of the attraction in
the bill of every suburban
tea-garden. _ They are to
be found enjoying the Bag-
pipes playing the Hieland
stA'omach-eacha.ttke Scottish
Fete, the balloon at Vaux-
THE BELGEAVIANS' LAMENT.
{Being a MS. which dropped out of Col—N—l S—BTH—p's hat during
the Debate of Thursday Night.)
There is a sound of sorrow through Wilton's Crescent fair ;
The Dowagers of Lowndes Street are tearing of their hair;
The muffins stand in Eaton Square uneaten on the plate;
The footmen group in gloomy knots round many an area gate.
And rents and hearts are going down in paltry Albert Row,
A ghastly line of blank " To Lets " the first-fioor windows show;
The white cross on the old Park elms the sorry lodger sees,
And straight prepares his trunk to go, like the unhappy trees.
strong half-price to the Sur
rey, and we may shortly
expect them to be seen
sympathising _ with the re-
cognised victim of every-
thing unmerited at the Victoria. Such are their ideas of magnificence,
The word is spoke—'tis past a joke—Hyde Park the spot shall be,
Where to the skies shall soon arise the House of Industry—
..all, and the terrific ascent of | Pile high the bricks, the mortar mix, knock up the scaffold-poles
the intrepid Madame Some- Tread out the green, cut up the turf, with ruts, and hills, and holes.
body at Cremorne. They! . , . . •,
have been advertised as a ! J-ne Prince commands—m ready hands the trenchant axe is nigh :
Soon manned and marred, upon the sward, the headless trunks will lie.
Vain Campbell's law, Brougham's power of jaw, and Sibthorp's
jolly row—
A Prince to please, not only trees, but Woods and Forests bow.
When sudden, hark, into the Park wide Albert Gates are flung,
thing unmerited at the Victoria, Such are tiieir ideas 01 magmucence, And lo , a band that suppliant stand, the noble, fair and young:
that they offer to purchase everything they see from the services ot the Ki U well we knQW f Rotten Row the elory and the vr\de
crossing sweeper at St. Paul's Church Yard, to those of the dancing Lords
and Ladies at a fete given in honour of the strangers by a distinguished
member of the aristocracy. So delighted were the Nepaulese Princes
with the specimen of the fashionable ballet of private life which was set
before them, that they looked upon the dancing Dukes and Duchesses,
Lords and Ladies, as a troupe of coryphees, and enquired of the noble
host the terms on which the corps could be transplanted entne to
Nepaul, for the amusement of the native Prince in his own palace.
Though the illustrious strangers are easily amused, it is very difficult
to provide them with an entertainment in the truly English sense of the
term which includes the celebrated knife and fork exercise, without
which we fancy we can never do the civil thing to a foreigner. The
Nepaulese Ambassadors will share in our amusements readily enough;
thevwill cry, "Oh, oh! " at our Vauxhall fire-works ; they will exclaim
" brava " with us at the grace of Carlotta Grisi, and the polite offer
of a private box would probably bring them to join in the cry of "Bravo,
Ix," at the Britannia Saloon; but when we come to ask them to
dinner, then it is that we discover their uncongeniality with our habits
and feelings. If they accept our invitation they walk away directly the
meal is served, and the popular notion is that they eat nothing but what
they kill at the moment.
The only way we can suggest in which to entertain them after their
own heart's—by setting before them something they can kill and eat at
the same time—is to place before them a few dozens of nice fresh, five,
unopened oysters, and thus they would be able to enjoy the luxury of
killing and eating the natives. At all events, in spite of little differ-
ences in our habits and customs, it is delightful to see the Nepaulese
Princes mixing with all classes of English society, and we have no
doubt that, by"brushing about, a brilliant polish will be imparted in
time to Nature's blacking
PLATITUDES.
{By our Old Codger).
The French Republic is always represented with a Phrygian head-
dress. The fittest ornament for it, I think, would be a " Mob-cap."
I do abominate all parrots, perroquets, and cockatoos, and the awful
noises they make. I am sure they are only tolerated by ladies, because
they are sueh " delicious creatures " (screechers).
It is very curious that men never know they have grey hairs. The
discovery is always made for them by other people.
We are astonished at the Ostrich for swallowing pennies, and yet I
know a voung man who has devoured £100,000, and, strange to say, he
is thought nothing of.
There is no peace-maker in the world like a good diimer.
There are partners almost in every business, but I never recollect
seeing two partners keeping a public-house. Is it because chinking
tends to quaiTelling ?
We do not dislike men so much who are ruining themselves—it is
only when they are ruined.
France should be painted, like Fortune, standing on a wheel—for she
seems to have quite a turn for revolutions.
If you wish to hear all your faults freely canvassed, have your portrait
taken, and invite your friends to come and keep you company.
The best part of a public dinner is that there are no children after
dessert.
>ry and the pride,
The Maidens in their habits, the noble Swells beside.
Then up and spake a lady—that round her neck did wear
A halter for a habit-shirt—a la Eustace St. Pierre :
" Our necks are thine, all in a line to string up, if you please ;
And none shall cut us down, if you will not cut down the trees.
" Spare but these trunks, we give our heads; and ladies, as they ride,
Li days to come will talk of us for Rotten Row that died;
'Tis no plebeian precinct thus rudely you invade;
The sacred ride tor noble swells and high-bom ladies made.
" There's Regent's Park is parvenue ; there's Battersea is low;
What harm to cut up snobbish turf, and 'sparagus also ?
Or is there not the Isle of Dogs by Thames' salubrious side ?
Oh, tliither you might cut your stick, and cut no stick beside.
" But to come down on Rotten Row, to mar ' The Ladies' Mile!'
To spiffticate the railings, where lean the gents and smile !
Oh, pale, I trow, sweet cheeks will grow, that, wan from ball-rooms hot,
Repair the galope's ravages with a gallop or a trot.
" Think, cruel Prince, how much there is that with these trees must fall,
The scandal of the drawing-room, the chitchat of the ball—
Rogers' last mot nospread will go; Macadlay's last good thing
Like a bad shilling ne'er wili pass, because it has no Ring !
" Then take our fives, and spare our ride, the only place we know
Where ladies, pent iu London, for exercise can go.
'Tis not with us as with our Lords ; for they, the Park beside,
Have got the House of Commons, where their hobbies they may ride."
The Prince looked grim—it was his whim—humbugged he would not be ;
When lo—a stately Lady is Imeeling at his knee.
"I too would ride," she sweetly cried, "so, Albert, if you please,
Don't—there 5s a darling—for my sake—please don't cut down the trees."
He fain had snumed—and restless turned—but—
********
{Here the MS. becomes illegible?)
THE MOUNTAIN OF LIGHT.
The presentation of the great diamond, the Mountain of Light, 1 o
Her Majesty, at the recent levee, contributed to make it in every
sense of the word a brilliant reception. It is said that this magnificent
jewel came from the famous peacock throne of the King of Persia.
and used to adorn the peacock's head, but all we have to say on this
head is, that there is no reliance to be placed on the tale. This valu-
able diamond was given to a Venetian Jew jeweller, to be cut as a rose,
but he seems to have had a cabbage rose in his eye, for he resorted'
to the untradesmanlike act of cabbaging as much as he could of the
precious material. It weighed, before the cabbaging, nearly 800 carats.
Since then it has been the subject of some half-dozen robberies, we
believe it has never, until it was made a present to ILir Most Gracious
Majesty, come honestly into the hands of anybody.
Such is our brief history of this Mountain of Light, which, to look at
appears less of a mountain than a molehill.