DOI issue:
January to June, 1851
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16607#0047
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
39
HIGH JINKS IN THE ETEENAL CITY.
il S it chanced, Mb. Scroggs
had mislaid his spec-
tacles. So laying up his
heels on a stool before
the fire, he desired his
niece, Angelica, to read
the Times to him, whilst
he finished his breakfast.
" First, what's the news
from Rome ? " said the
old gentleman, with a sly
wink — partly, perhaps,
in allusion to_ recent
events at Rimini—aimed
at the young ^ady, who
had been evincing some
symptoms of Tractarian
derangement.
" Oh ! such doings on
New Year's Day; so in-
teresting"—replied An-
gelica, and read as fol-
lows :—
" Lord C ampden, son of the
Earl of Gainsborough, and
Lady Campden,madeapublic
recantation of the Protestant
faith, and were received into
the Roman Catholic Church.
Lord and Lady Feilding,
who have also lately come
over, were present, as well as
several other persons wh o have
preceded or followed their ex-
ample."
"Hah! " exclaimed Mb. Sckoggs. "Trip over to Rome quite the fashion just now, you
see, my dear. Patronised by the nobility, up the Tiber instead of up the Rhine—hum ! "
"It says," continued Miss Angelica, "that Rome is crowded with English converts of all
ranks, and,
" In all public ceremonies they obtain the best places, and the Pope and the Cardinals never fail to notice
them in public."
" Extraordinary condescension, that," Mb. Scroggs observed. " Surprising humility in Pope
and Cardinals, actually to take notice of their fellow Christians. Ought to be called, in
future, His Lowliness and their Meeknesses. Wonder if the Eisherman ever demeaned
himself so far ? "
" Oh, uncle ! " ejaculated Angelica. " Then, in the evening, there was a grand fete given
—dear me, I should so like to have seen it '.—listen, uncle !—
" The Prince Cardinal Altieri, President of Borne and Comarca—"
"Prince of the Church—Prince of a kingdom not of this world!"—interruoted Mb.
Scboggs.
" Opened his magnificent Palace in the Piazza del Gesu."
"The P lazza del!—well, no need to repeat the name," said the old gentleman. " An
appropriate site, rather, for the 'magnificent palace' of this Prince of said Church—eh? "
" Law, uncle ! " somewhat dubiously remonstrated his niece ; and proceeded :—
Every person of consideration, foreign and native, was invited, and the numerous salons were resplendent
with beauty and diamonds."
" Beauty and diamonds! Rather smart decorations for the drawing-rooms of a Priest
Cardinal. Gayish ornaments for the apartments of a vowed bachelor," Mb. Scroggs observed.
Angelica resumed:—
" Among the ladies most distinguished for personal appearance was the Princess Torlonia, who was literally
one blaze of jewels, many of which were said to have once belonged to the shrine of Our Lady of Loretto."
||Disposed of by the former Proprietress, eh? " said Mr. Scboggs.
" Oh, uncle ! how can you ? " cried Angelica ; and read on :—
"A diadem, composed of brilliants and pearls, eclipsed everything in the way of ornament present, and it is
said to be not only one of the most gorgeous, but the most costly parure belonging to any private person in Europe.'.
" Query, though ?" Mb. Scboggs interposed. " Perhaps all that is figurative. Brilliants
and pearls mean virtues and graces, may be. Ah !—very likely."
_ "Then there was the Princess Doria, daughter of the Earl of Shrewsbury," con-
tinued the young lady:—
" On this occasion she produced from caskets, where they had long been hidden, the costly heirlooms of the
iT13?^ • 1' • , Valu-e ?f these jewels is almost inestimable, not only on account of their intrinsic worth,
but of their historical association, as many of them are known to havs belonged to the celebrated Donna Olimpia
(said to be a daughter of Pope Innocent XI.)."
||Bless his Innocence! " exclaimed Mr. Scroggs.
" Then," proceeded Angelica,
Lbe Pri^ce?,s Borghese (a Rochefoucauld) was likewise splendidly attired. The Princess Altieri, who did
the honours for her re'ative the Cardinal, was also a star of the first magnitude. Her diamonds in number and
vaMe were scarcely surpassed by those above-named."
" There my dear," said Mr. Scroggs, " that will do. See how fine and grand you may be
even at a Cardinal s tea-party. Great inducement, isn't it, to a young lady to turn Papist! I
suppose, though, she is not to take any pleasure
in her finery—if she can help it. Must imagine
herself in rags all the time-—perhaps wear a horse-
hair, what-d'ye-call-it, underneath. Renounce
the world while she figures in it—show off, and
not think how nice it is. Ah! Fancy I could
renounce port in the same way. Now, Jelly, of
course you '11 go over to Rome; but first, bke a
good girl, go and fetch me down my boots.
Well, well; his Eminence, the Roman Cardinal,
had a grand party—hadn't he ? _ Fine court
cards in his pack—no small card himself. The
ladies regular Queens of Diamonds. I say,
Jelly—who was the Knave ?"
THE GLUT OP DIORAMAS.
The plethora of Panoramic exhibitions will
certainly be too much for us at last, or we shall
perhaps die of the Dioramas. Vocalists, lec-
turers, artists, and all sorts of contributors^ to
the entertainment of the public, seem to think
the public will entertain nothing, unless accom-
panied by a Di—a Pan—a Poly—or a Physi—
orama. The last thing of the kind we have heard
of, and which we expect will soon be announced,
is so absurd, that we give the world the benefit
of a "private view"—that which everybody is
invited to see, is always called a " private view "
—of the programme.
Mr. Whistler, the Veteran Vocalist,
Begs to announce to the Nobility, his friends,
and the Public, his patrons, that he is preparing
a new Grand Pictorial, Poetical, Musical, and
Moving Panorama, illustrative of the beautiful
song of "Meet me by Moonlight"
Part I.—"Moonlight" Scene—the "Meet-
ing"—the " Tell-tale "—the "Vale," with the
" Grove " at the end of it—the Moon's Face,
and the Lover's Look—Prize " Eyes."
Part IL—"Daylight" Scene—the "Gay"
Scene, Hyde Park—the " Thoughtless "—the
Nursery-maid and the Guardsman—Domestic
Scene—the " Heartless "—the Policeman receiv-
ing his supper from the Cook, and saying he has
no time to stop and eat it, is taking it home
with him -Street Scene—the "Free"—Release
of Prisoner from the Queen's Prison — the
" Moon's Ray " — Something about it — and
Final Tableau of the Meeting by Moonlight (not
alone, but together) of the Two Lovers.
In preparation, in the Lower Room, illustrated
by a Panorama Five Miles Long, " The Light
Guitar," of the first performance of which due
notice will be given.
A VOICE FROM THE NATIONAL
GALLERY.
We have received the following note, upon
which we make no comment:—
" Trafalgar Square, Jan. \Wi, 1851.
"The National Gallery presents its compli-
ments to Mr. Punch, and begs to say, that it
feels very keenly the abuse thrown in its face,
but must add, that it owes all the abuse it has
received to its having been subject to the grossest
misconstruction. Though the National Gallery
feels there is much truth in the general opinion
that it requires taking down, the National Gallery
is by no means proud of itself; and indeed, if it
couid use its wings, it would take refuge in flight
from the contempt so unkindly expressed to-
wards it. The National Gallery feels, how-
ever, some consolation in the knowledge
that it has not been the architect of its own
misfortunes."
39
HIGH JINKS IN THE ETEENAL CITY.
il S it chanced, Mb. Scroggs
had mislaid his spec-
tacles. So laying up his
heels on a stool before
the fire, he desired his
niece, Angelica, to read
the Times to him, whilst
he finished his breakfast.
" First, what's the news
from Rome ? " said the
old gentleman, with a sly
wink — partly, perhaps,
in allusion to_ recent
events at Rimini—aimed
at the young ^ady, who
had been evincing some
symptoms of Tractarian
derangement.
" Oh ! such doings on
New Year's Day; so in-
teresting"—replied An-
gelica, and read as fol-
lows :—
" Lord C ampden, son of the
Earl of Gainsborough, and
Lady Campden,madeapublic
recantation of the Protestant
faith, and were received into
the Roman Catholic Church.
Lord and Lady Feilding,
who have also lately come
over, were present, as well as
several other persons wh o have
preceded or followed their ex-
ample."
"Hah! " exclaimed Mb. Sckoggs. "Trip over to Rome quite the fashion just now, you
see, my dear. Patronised by the nobility, up the Tiber instead of up the Rhine—hum ! "
"It says," continued Miss Angelica, "that Rome is crowded with English converts of all
ranks, and,
" In all public ceremonies they obtain the best places, and the Pope and the Cardinals never fail to notice
them in public."
" Extraordinary condescension, that," Mb. Scroggs observed. " Surprising humility in Pope
and Cardinals, actually to take notice of their fellow Christians. Ought to be called, in
future, His Lowliness and their Meeknesses. Wonder if the Eisherman ever demeaned
himself so far ? "
" Oh, uncle ! " ejaculated Angelica. " Then, in the evening, there was a grand fete given
—dear me, I should so like to have seen it '.—listen, uncle !—
" The Prince Cardinal Altieri, President of Borne and Comarca—"
"Prince of the Church—Prince of a kingdom not of this world!"—interruoted Mb.
Scboggs.
" Opened his magnificent Palace in the Piazza del Gesu."
"The P lazza del!—well, no need to repeat the name," said the old gentleman. " An
appropriate site, rather, for the 'magnificent palace' of this Prince of said Church—eh? "
" Law, uncle ! " somewhat dubiously remonstrated his niece ; and proceeded :—
Every person of consideration, foreign and native, was invited, and the numerous salons were resplendent
with beauty and diamonds."
" Beauty and diamonds! Rather smart decorations for the drawing-rooms of a Priest
Cardinal. Gayish ornaments for the apartments of a vowed bachelor," Mb. Scroggs observed.
Angelica resumed:—
" Among the ladies most distinguished for personal appearance was the Princess Torlonia, who was literally
one blaze of jewels, many of which were said to have once belonged to the shrine of Our Lady of Loretto."
||Disposed of by the former Proprietress, eh? " said Mr. Scboggs.
" Oh, uncle ! how can you ? " cried Angelica ; and read on :—
"A diadem, composed of brilliants and pearls, eclipsed everything in the way of ornament present, and it is
said to be not only one of the most gorgeous, but the most costly parure belonging to any private person in Europe.'.
" Query, though ?" Mb. Scboggs interposed. " Perhaps all that is figurative. Brilliants
and pearls mean virtues and graces, may be. Ah !—very likely."
_ "Then there was the Princess Doria, daughter of the Earl of Shrewsbury," con-
tinued the young lady:—
" On this occasion she produced from caskets, where they had long been hidden, the costly heirlooms of the
iT13?^ • 1' • , Valu-e ?f these jewels is almost inestimable, not only on account of their intrinsic worth,
but of their historical association, as many of them are known to havs belonged to the celebrated Donna Olimpia
(said to be a daughter of Pope Innocent XI.)."
||Bless his Innocence! " exclaimed Mr. Scroggs.
" Then," proceeded Angelica,
Lbe Pri^ce?,s Borghese (a Rochefoucauld) was likewise splendidly attired. The Princess Altieri, who did
the honours for her re'ative the Cardinal, was also a star of the first magnitude. Her diamonds in number and
vaMe were scarcely surpassed by those above-named."
" There my dear," said Mr. Scroggs, " that will do. See how fine and grand you may be
even at a Cardinal s tea-party. Great inducement, isn't it, to a young lady to turn Papist! I
suppose, though, she is not to take any pleasure
in her finery—if she can help it. Must imagine
herself in rags all the time-—perhaps wear a horse-
hair, what-d'ye-call-it, underneath. Renounce
the world while she figures in it—show off, and
not think how nice it is. Ah! Fancy I could
renounce port in the same way. Now, Jelly, of
course you '11 go over to Rome; but first, bke a
good girl, go and fetch me down my boots.
Well, well; his Eminence, the Roman Cardinal,
had a grand party—hadn't he ? _ Fine court
cards in his pack—no small card himself. The
ladies regular Queens of Diamonds. I say,
Jelly—who was the Knave ?"
THE GLUT OP DIORAMAS.
The plethora of Panoramic exhibitions will
certainly be too much for us at last, or we shall
perhaps die of the Dioramas. Vocalists, lec-
turers, artists, and all sorts of contributors^ to
the entertainment of the public, seem to think
the public will entertain nothing, unless accom-
panied by a Di—a Pan—a Poly—or a Physi—
orama. The last thing of the kind we have heard
of, and which we expect will soon be announced,
is so absurd, that we give the world the benefit
of a "private view"—that which everybody is
invited to see, is always called a " private view "
—of the programme.
Mr. Whistler, the Veteran Vocalist,
Begs to announce to the Nobility, his friends,
and the Public, his patrons, that he is preparing
a new Grand Pictorial, Poetical, Musical, and
Moving Panorama, illustrative of the beautiful
song of "Meet me by Moonlight"
Part I.—"Moonlight" Scene—the "Meet-
ing"—the " Tell-tale "—the "Vale," with the
" Grove " at the end of it—the Moon's Face,
and the Lover's Look—Prize " Eyes."
Part IL—"Daylight" Scene—the "Gay"
Scene, Hyde Park—the " Thoughtless "—the
Nursery-maid and the Guardsman—Domestic
Scene—the " Heartless "—the Policeman receiv-
ing his supper from the Cook, and saying he has
no time to stop and eat it, is taking it home
with him -Street Scene—the "Free"—Release
of Prisoner from the Queen's Prison — the
" Moon's Ray " — Something about it — and
Final Tableau of the Meeting by Moonlight (not
alone, but together) of the Two Lovers.
In preparation, in the Lower Room, illustrated
by a Panorama Five Miles Long, " The Light
Guitar," of the first performance of which due
notice will be given.
A VOICE FROM THE NATIONAL
GALLERY.
We have received the following note, upon
which we make no comment:—
" Trafalgar Square, Jan. \Wi, 1851.
"The National Gallery presents its compli-
ments to Mr. Punch, and begs to say, that it
feels very keenly the abuse thrown in its face,
but must add, that it owes all the abuse it has
received to its having been subject to the grossest
misconstruction. Though the National Gallery
feels there is much truth in the general opinion
that it requires taking down, the National Gallery
is by no means proud of itself; and indeed, if it
couid use its wings, it would take refuge in flight
from the contempt so unkindly expressed to-
wards it. The National Gallery feels, how-
ever, some consolation in the knowledge
that it has not been the architect of its own
misfortunes."