DOI Heft:
January to June, 1851
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16607#0171
PUNCH.' Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
163
Here he takes a Preliminary Canter, and puts his Horse at a And gets Over very cleverly.
Flight of Hurdles.
THE MERCHANT TAILORS' SWANS.
That affluent civic body, the Merchant
Tailors of London, have, in common with
other companies, their Swans. It is upon
record that these birds were chosen as Thames
pets, by all London companies, as significant,
in their snowy whiteness, of the purity of the
London Corporation. Purity and—dignity.
To the contemplative cockney eye, the civic
swans at Hampton, or sweeter Ditton (with
its sweetest " Swan " of all), they show—
"How graceful pride maybe, and how majestic, ease!"
If Rome had its sacred pullets, more mag-
nificent London (as represented by her gor-
geous companies) has her yet more sacred
swans; for to these birds owe the Merchant
Tailors, the Spectacle Makers, the Skinners,
and ethers, that profound wisdom that fre-
quently startles the world through the electric
column of the newspaper. An evil day was
it for Rome when the sacred pullets looked Baron, and is walking about with a new
with sickening^ eye upon their morning barley, refusing to partake Magna Charta, to which he is soliciting signatures among those who
Some time after the Start, Mr. Briggs
goes on the Wrong Side op the Flag,
and is obliged to go back, which, as the
Ground is rather Heavy, " takes it out
of Old Blunderbus considerably."
RARE NEWS EROM AMERICA.
Now that we have got a Crystal Palace, or
enormous glass-house, all the world, seems
determined to throw stones, or, at all events,
to have a shy at us. The last packet from
America contains the exclusive and confiden-
tial intelligence, that the leading men of
Liverpool are about to declare Liverpool,
Lancashire, and Wales a republic; a pretty
mess or puddle for the Liverpuddlians to get
their feet into. We dare say, the next packet
from America will bring the news that Ken-
sington is a commonwealth; that Ptjmmell,
the beadle, has been declared dictator: that all
the inhabitants have sworn fealty to him in
Batty's new Hippodrome, and that the
Emperor of China has been proclaimed
Lieutenant-General of Hyde Park m the Chi-
nese Exhibition at Knightsbridge. As to Ken-
nington, we shall probably hear—from America
—that Nathan has become a discontented
thereof. The Swans, the property of the Merchant Tailors, have given
augury of the saddest future to the City of London, or at least to that
powerful and compact body, the Tailors, that make the proudest portion
of London's Corporation.
Possibly it may yet dwell in the mind of the newspaper reader that
the week before last, Lord Stanley was invited to take his seat at
the board—though not cross-legged—of the Merchant Tailors. It was
expected that his Lordship would there and then produce something
that should—like the owl of Minerva—reveal itself as the acknow-
ledged type of sublimest wisdom. And up to the hour of his Lordship's
appearance at the board, all the sitting Swans of the Merchant Tailors
were doing as well as could be expected. Lord Stanley made his
speech; he moreover complimented Mr. Disraeli on his "wit and
ability"—(when you want to say the least you can of a man, always
speak of his " wit,")—and the next morning every swan's egg of the
Tailors was found to be addled; with one monstrous exception—an
egg to all appearance, a full-sized, true swan's egg, produced the
smallest of goslings that, should it consent to be reared upon free trade
oats may, arrived at its full growth, challenge the wonder of the world
as the smallest of geese!
At the hour we go to press, a fierce discussion rages in the Hall of
the Merchant Tailors; namely—" Whether the speech, as an omen
caused the goose, or the goose the speech ?"
Serious Music.
■ Et,er1^01,,t nas heard of the celebrated melody to which Tradition
imputes the death of a certain ancient cow. There is, however, a species
of music whose deadly influence is not confined to the vaccine consti-
tution. Ihe enormous organs that are dragged along the streets,
howling and snorting, not only make noise enough to drive all the dogs
m the town mad, but also to frighten the horses, insomuch that several
fatal accidents have already occurred from the bolting of the terrified
animals: so that these truly dangerous instruments are actually allowed
to go about, playing tunes that Her Majesty's subjects die of.
take tickets for his annual benefit.
We shall probably be informed also—from America—that the isle ot
Dogs has gone to its proper destination ; that Cardinal Wiseman has
been proclaimed Pope in the middle of the garden of Golden Square;
that Feargus O'Connor has been sent for to form a ministry, and that
the Parliament is, henceforth, to assemble at Snig's End, which is to
be bought and paid for out of the public treasury. We shall not be
surprised, either, to hear—from America—that Leicester Square is in
the hands of the French; that a Provisional Government is sitting
daily at Bertolini's ; that London is to be henceforth a French
province, and that Ledrtj Rollin is appointed President of France,
leaving Catjssidiere—who abandons the trade in boot-tops, for which
he has been travelling on commission—here as his deputy.
This is the sort of stuff we expect to hear from America, but as we
are not very likely to hear it from any other source, it does not much
signify. -—-———-——=-
Mr. Ferrand, at Aylesbury.
Mr. Ferrand, from his inn at Aylesbury—Aylesbury the spotless—
proudly appeals to the pure spirit of patriotism that dwells in the hearts
and sometimes jingles in the pockets of the model Bucks' constituents.
Mr. Ferrand says, " he has no need of the ' Man in the Moon.'" We
will endeavour to believe Mr. Ferrand ; the meekness of his utterance
ought always to dispose us to believe. He talks honey, and his political
speeches flow with the milk of human kindness. Mr. Ferrand may
have no need of the Man that—according to hoary tradition—dwells in
the luminary; but of the Moon herself there can be little doubt of her
influence upon the brain of the fervid Protectionist, as shown in most of
his orations made " at the full."
Smithfield Sympathy.
George Hudson—ex of the rail—put in his voice for the continuance
of Smithfield. It is very condescending on the part of his departed
majesty to show to an unbelieving world that mere vulgar fleshly
bullocks can be thought of by a—golden calf.
163
Here he takes a Preliminary Canter, and puts his Horse at a And gets Over very cleverly.
Flight of Hurdles.
THE MERCHANT TAILORS' SWANS.
That affluent civic body, the Merchant
Tailors of London, have, in common with
other companies, their Swans. It is upon
record that these birds were chosen as Thames
pets, by all London companies, as significant,
in their snowy whiteness, of the purity of the
London Corporation. Purity and—dignity.
To the contemplative cockney eye, the civic
swans at Hampton, or sweeter Ditton (with
its sweetest " Swan " of all), they show—
"How graceful pride maybe, and how majestic, ease!"
If Rome had its sacred pullets, more mag-
nificent London (as represented by her gor-
geous companies) has her yet more sacred
swans; for to these birds owe the Merchant
Tailors, the Spectacle Makers, the Skinners,
and ethers, that profound wisdom that fre-
quently startles the world through the electric
column of the newspaper. An evil day was
it for Rome when the sacred pullets looked Baron, and is walking about with a new
with sickening^ eye upon their morning barley, refusing to partake Magna Charta, to which he is soliciting signatures among those who
Some time after the Start, Mr. Briggs
goes on the Wrong Side op the Flag,
and is obliged to go back, which, as the
Ground is rather Heavy, " takes it out
of Old Blunderbus considerably."
RARE NEWS EROM AMERICA.
Now that we have got a Crystal Palace, or
enormous glass-house, all the world, seems
determined to throw stones, or, at all events,
to have a shy at us. The last packet from
America contains the exclusive and confiden-
tial intelligence, that the leading men of
Liverpool are about to declare Liverpool,
Lancashire, and Wales a republic; a pretty
mess or puddle for the Liverpuddlians to get
their feet into. We dare say, the next packet
from America will bring the news that Ken-
sington is a commonwealth; that Ptjmmell,
the beadle, has been declared dictator: that all
the inhabitants have sworn fealty to him in
Batty's new Hippodrome, and that the
Emperor of China has been proclaimed
Lieutenant-General of Hyde Park m the Chi-
nese Exhibition at Knightsbridge. As to Ken-
nington, we shall probably hear—from America
—that Nathan has become a discontented
thereof. The Swans, the property of the Merchant Tailors, have given
augury of the saddest future to the City of London, or at least to that
powerful and compact body, the Tailors, that make the proudest portion
of London's Corporation.
Possibly it may yet dwell in the mind of the newspaper reader that
the week before last, Lord Stanley was invited to take his seat at
the board—though not cross-legged—of the Merchant Tailors. It was
expected that his Lordship would there and then produce something
that should—like the owl of Minerva—reveal itself as the acknow-
ledged type of sublimest wisdom. And up to the hour of his Lordship's
appearance at the board, all the sitting Swans of the Merchant Tailors
were doing as well as could be expected. Lord Stanley made his
speech; he moreover complimented Mr. Disraeli on his "wit and
ability"—(when you want to say the least you can of a man, always
speak of his " wit,")—and the next morning every swan's egg of the
Tailors was found to be addled; with one monstrous exception—an
egg to all appearance, a full-sized, true swan's egg, produced the
smallest of goslings that, should it consent to be reared upon free trade
oats may, arrived at its full growth, challenge the wonder of the world
as the smallest of geese!
At the hour we go to press, a fierce discussion rages in the Hall of
the Merchant Tailors; namely—" Whether the speech, as an omen
caused the goose, or the goose the speech ?"
Serious Music.
■ Et,er1^01,,t nas heard of the celebrated melody to which Tradition
imputes the death of a certain ancient cow. There is, however, a species
of music whose deadly influence is not confined to the vaccine consti-
tution. Ihe enormous organs that are dragged along the streets,
howling and snorting, not only make noise enough to drive all the dogs
m the town mad, but also to frighten the horses, insomuch that several
fatal accidents have already occurred from the bolting of the terrified
animals: so that these truly dangerous instruments are actually allowed
to go about, playing tunes that Her Majesty's subjects die of.
take tickets for his annual benefit.
We shall probably be informed also—from America—that the isle ot
Dogs has gone to its proper destination ; that Cardinal Wiseman has
been proclaimed Pope in the middle of the garden of Golden Square;
that Feargus O'Connor has been sent for to form a ministry, and that
the Parliament is, henceforth, to assemble at Snig's End, which is to
be bought and paid for out of the public treasury. We shall not be
surprised, either, to hear—from America—that Leicester Square is in
the hands of the French; that a Provisional Government is sitting
daily at Bertolini's ; that London is to be henceforth a French
province, and that Ledrtj Rollin is appointed President of France,
leaving Catjssidiere—who abandons the trade in boot-tops, for which
he has been travelling on commission—here as his deputy.
This is the sort of stuff we expect to hear from America, but as we
are not very likely to hear it from any other source, it does not much
signify. -—-———-——=-
Mr. Ferrand, at Aylesbury.
Mr. Ferrand, from his inn at Aylesbury—Aylesbury the spotless—
proudly appeals to the pure spirit of patriotism that dwells in the hearts
and sometimes jingles in the pockets of the model Bucks' constituents.
Mr. Ferrand says, " he has no need of the ' Man in the Moon.'" We
will endeavour to believe Mr. Ferrand ; the meekness of his utterance
ought always to dispose us to believe. He talks honey, and his political
speeches flow with the milk of human kindness. Mr. Ferrand may
have no need of the Man that—according to hoary tradition—dwells in
the luminary; but of the Moon herself there can be little doubt of her
influence upon the brain of the fervid Protectionist, as shown in most of
his orations made " at the full."
Smithfield Sympathy.
George Hudson—ex of the rail—put in his voice for the continuance
of Smithfield. It is very condescending on the part of his departed
majesty to show to an unbelieving world that mere vulgar fleshly
bullocks can be thought of by a—golden calf.