DOI issue:
July to December, 1851
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16608#0056
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
THE ROTTEN EGG THROWERS.
urely there must be something very rotten,
besides rotten eggs, in the state of the army,
when we find it disgraced by such affairs as
have recently happened. Some persons,
calling themselves "officers and gentlemen,"
-though the term " an officer and a gentle-
shape of a sound thrashing, about to be
administered by some of those who had
been assailed, when there is a general cry of
" Craven ; " and happening to recognise a
respectable London tradesman, they take
advantage of his knowledge of them to entreat his protection, in saving
them from the just, but about to become illegal, indignation of the public.
The respectable tradesman, whose word had weight with all who knew
him, and who, luckily for the trembling "officers and gentlemen," was
known to some of the by-standers, consented to pass his word for the
appearance of the " officers and gentlemen," who had pledged their words
to him ; and they were then permitted to sneak away, or get away as they
could, without any retaliatory violence having been inflicted upon them.
Having got out of their danger, the " officers and gentlemen " slip far
more easily out of their promise, and though they had pledged their
honour to Mr. Peat, they have left, until this day, the worthless
article, like an unredeemed pledge, on the hands of that gentleman.
Round robms have, it is said, been signed and addressed to the
colonels of certain regiments, declaring the determination of the
" officers and gentlemen" not to deal with Mr. Peat for saddlery,
because, when called upon to answer in a court of justice, he most
properly, and, indeed, unavoidably, put the saddle on the right horse,
or, taking a more charitable view of the juvenile egg-thrower, let us
say, the right donkey.
Now we do not for one moment entertain the idea that the
colonels, or the Commander-in-chief, would permit a piece of black-
guardism on a race-day to be consummated by a piece of dastardly
malignity, which, in these days, at least, would be happily without a
parallel.
Mr. Peat has acted straightforwardly towards the public, and kindly
and considerately towards the egg-throwing " officers and gentlemen,"
whom he might, if he had chosen, have left to be dealt with by the
excited numbers who had been outraged by their disgusting violence.
It is true that the police would have protected them, but it could
only have been by their removal to the station-house, involving the
certainty of their appearance, to answer those complaints for meeting
which, as their " honour " only is pledged, they evince no readiness.
Fortunately for the "officers and gentlemen"_ involved in the egg-
throwing nastiness, the days of barbarism are quite gone by, and such
practices as these can exist only among a limited number of "gents "
of their own mental and moral calibre. If it were not for this happy
fact, we know of no offence that would so richly deserve the lex
idlionis of the pillory.
The stain of these eggs will, we fear, stick to the army, if the
delinquents are not discovered and repudiated by the general body—to
whom we are disposed to give the credit of being all that they ought
to be.
THE COSMOPOLITAN BEFORE AND AFTER THE
EXHIBITION.
" Dear Mr. Punch,
"I like the Great Exhibition very much; there are some
things in it that are really beautiful; and if you would confine your
remarks to them, I shouldn't mind. But I wish you and others would
-iijuugu „ul> min an Uix;^Vi auu a ^u^-, not go on _so about its leading to universal brotherhood, and all that
man " will soon fall into ridicule, or disuse, I kind of thing. I am afraid it is the papers, particularly you, that nave
if matters go on as they have done—are on put such stupid ideas into Mr. Veal's head. He was always what he
the point of being made to pay the penalty j calls a cosmopolitan ■ and now, from continually reading about peace
of their cowardice and blackguardism in the and friendship with all mankind, and cultivating good feeling between
ourselves and foreigners, he has become a regular Polly. Before the
Exhibition he used to shave nicely, wear a proper hat, and dress in a
coat, waistcoat, &c, like any other person in the middle station of life;
had his meals regularly every day, and enjoyed a good plain dinner : he
was moderately fond of company, and we had a few friends that we
were very intimate with to come and dine with us, and so on, now
and then.
" He sometimes, but very rarely, would smoke a cigar, when I had
no objection, just by way of a treat. Since the Exhibition he has taken
regularly to that dirty habit, and now does nothing but smoke, smoke,,
from morning to night. He has let his beard grow as long as an old
clothesman's, and his moustaches too, which is particularly unpleasant;
and, to make himself look as much a fright as possible, he has his hair
cropped quite close to his head, like a prisoner, and is altogether such
an object that I am really quite ashamed of him. He has had his coat
and waistcoat made to fit quite tight, which does not become him at?
all, being stout, and his other things with pleats at the hips, and'
pockets, like a sawney's, half-way down : and he goes about with his
hands in them, and a cigar in his mouth. Instead of a decent, respectable
hat, he wears a thing like a flower-pot, the colour of soot; it looks
really dirty: and, I must say, he does not pay that attention to his
hands that he used to do. He has left off Wellingtons, and taken to
Jane boots with little leather tips, and gloves the colour of gingerbread.
He can't be contented now with his plain joint, but wants this and
that a la—I don't know what; and, because he cannot have it always at
home, goes every other day, almost, to what he calls a' restarong's.'
"To see how his taste has altered at times makes me very unhappy
when I think upon it. When he does come home to dine, he generally
brings two or three of those foreigners with him that he has picked up
at that Exhibition, where he has learned to copy from them. He calls
this cementing the bonds of universal brotherhood;—it will come to
universal sisterhood next, I suppose; but that I never will stand, I am
determined. After they are gone, I always sprinkle the floors with
vinegar, and I am thankful to say that we have caught nothing yet, and
—that I will admit—they have not taken anything. He calls me now
' mon amie,' instead of Sally, as he used; but he does not pay me
half so much attention, and is so taken up with the whole human
family, as he terms it, that he seems quite indifferent to his own. Dear
Mr. Punch, in your observations about the Exhibition, pray say no
more of universal brotherhood, but direct the attention of husbands to
the manufactures of domestic utility which are to be seen there, and
tell them that family affection should begin at home—and if you will
add that it ought to end there, I own you will express the sentiments
of your attached Friend and Admirer, « gAEAH Veal "
REPEAL OF WINTER IN HYDE PARK.
The folks of Marylebone have been, as a body, the first to declare in
favour of a total repeal of the fogs, sleet snow, and wind, of an English
winter; Mr. Paxton having guaranteed the absence of the terrible old
tyrant from, at least, eighteen acres of Hyde Park; where Eden may
be raised under the Crystal Palace, and kept in perennial bloom. The
City of London is expected very soon to speak upon the matter. The
civic taste for exotic turtle will—who can doubt it?—declare for
congenial orange-groves, and for other lemons than those to be found
in winter-time in certain mouths in the larders of certain taverns. No
time is to be lost; for we understand that Colonel Sibthorp is about
to present a petition declaratory of the vested rights of an English
A Sentiment Pro Bono Publico.
May the monopolist Gas Companies have all their pipes put out, and'
may the dealers in impure water follow the course of the element in
which they deal, and speedily find their level.
TO CORRESPONDENTS,
Punch cannot better "do justice and the thing that's right," than
by printing the following earnest letter received from " The 10$
Street Orderlies working in the City."
" To the Editor of ' Punch:
" Sir,—We have seen with surprize and pain you have thought proper to speak of us
as if we are bad characters. You say in Punch, of the 12th, page 29, the ' Commissioners
of Sewers object to have the City cleaned by Street-Orderlies, on account of the CLASS
to which they belong.' We believe you to be too good-lmmouredto be cruel—too manly,
to do a wrong to a Poor Man. We are sure you have written this attack on our character
Winter, as Shown, time^ Out Ot milld, in COUghs, COldS, blue noses, j in a hnuy! and without thinking. You never could intend for to desire to spread
' abroad, and to encourage any thoughtless or wanton attacks on the Working Classes.
A character for Honesty is our only Stock in Trade. Rob us of this, you rob us of our
Bread. Mark the Thief and the Rogue with the brand of infamy, if you like; but
spare the honest man struggling with adversity. Our Enemies are many, but we can't
believe you are one of them. We are sure you will be sorry at what you have done.
You could not have really meant to injure us, nor hurt our feelings. We send you the
account in the Papers of our Complaint to the Lord Mayor against being called
' Questionable Characters and house-trespassers,' and other vile names. We are sura
you will do us justice, and the thing that's right, so leave the matter in your hands.
" From the 108 Street Orderlies working in the City."
" The Coffee House, Cannon Street, City-.
" July 11 1&51 "
chilblains, and chapped fingers.
a timely conundrum.
Why do Bishops make the best sailors ?—
Because,—however vexed their see, they give up nothing.
Soyer's Feasts.—M. Soyer advertises his suppers of the Arabian
Nights. And folks do begin to talk of the cook's Barmecide Feasts.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
THE ROTTEN EGG THROWERS.
urely there must be something very rotten,
besides rotten eggs, in the state of the army,
when we find it disgraced by such affairs as
have recently happened. Some persons,
calling themselves "officers and gentlemen,"
-though the term " an officer and a gentle-
shape of a sound thrashing, about to be
administered by some of those who had
been assailed, when there is a general cry of
" Craven ; " and happening to recognise a
respectable London tradesman, they take
advantage of his knowledge of them to entreat his protection, in saving
them from the just, but about to become illegal, indignation of the public.
The respectable tradesman, whose word had weight with all who knew
him, and who, luckily for the trembling "officers and gentlemen," was
known to some of the by-standers, consented to pass his word for the
appearance of the " officers and gentlemen," who had pledged their words
to him ; and they were then permitted to sneak away, or get away as they
could, without any retaliatory violence having been inflicted upon them.
Having got out of their danger, the " officers and gentlemen " slip far
more easily out of their promise, and though they had pledged their
honour to Mr. Peat, they have left, until this day, the worthless
article, like an unredeemed pledge, on the hands of that gentleman.
Round robms have, it is said, been signed and addressed to the
colonels of certain regiments, declaring the determination of the
" officers and gentlemen" not to deal with Mr. Peat for saddlery,
because, when called upon to answer in a court of justice, he most
properly, and, indeed, unavoidably, put the saddle on the right horse,
or, taking a more charitable view of the juvenile egg-thrower, let us
say, the right donkey.
Now we do not for one moment entertain the idea that the
colonels, or the Commander-in-chief, would permit a piece of black-
guardism on a race-day to be consummated by a piece of dastardly
malignity, which, in these days, at least, would be happily without a
parallel.
Mr. Peat has acted straightforwardly towards the public, and kindly
and considerately towards the egg-throwing " officers and gentlemen,"
whom he might, if he had chosen, have left to be dealt with by the
excited numbers who had been outraged by their disgusting violence.
It is true that the police would have protected them, but it could
only have been by their removal to the station-house, involving the
certainty of their appearance, to answer those complaints for meeting
which, as their " honour " only is pledged, they evince no readiness.
Fortunately for the "officers and gentlemen"_ involved in the egg-
throwing nastiness, the days of barbarism are quite gone by, and such
practices as these can exist only among a limited number of "gents "
of their own mental and moral calibre. If it were not for this happy
fact, we know of no offence that would so richly deserve the lex
idlionis of the pillory.
The stain of these eggs will, we fear, stick to the army, if the
delinquents are not discovered and repudiated by the general body—to
whom we are disposed to give the credit of being all that they ought
to be.
THE COSMOPOLITAN BEFORE AND AFTER THE
EXHIBITION.
" Dear Mr. Punch,
"I like the Great Exhibition very much; there are some
things in it that are really beautiful; and if you would confine your
remarks to them, I shouldn't mind. But I wish you and others would
-iijuugu „ul> min an Uix;^Vi auu a ^u^-, not go on _so about its leading to universal brotherhood, and all that
man " will soon fall into ridicule, or disuse, I kind of thing. I am afraid it is the papers, particularly you, that nave
if matters go on as they have done—are on put such stupid ideas into Mr. Veal's head. He was always what he
the point of being made to pay the penalty j calls a cosmopolitan ■ and now, from continually reading about peace
of their cowardice and blackguardism in the and friendship with all mankind, and cultivating good feeling between
ourselves and foreigners, he has become a regular Polly. Before the
Exhibition he used to shave nicely, wear a proper hat, and dress in a
coat, waistcoat, &c, like any other person in the middle station of life;
had his meals regularly every day, and enjoyed a good plain dinner : he
was moderately fond of company, and we had a few friends that we
were very intimate with to come and dine with us, and so on, now
and then.
" He sometimes, but very rarely, would smoke a cigar, when I had
no objection, just by way of a treat. Since the Exhibition he has taken
regularly to that dirty habit, and now does nothing but smoke, smoke,,
from morning to night. He has let his beard grow as long as an old
clothesman's, and his moustaches too, which is particularly unpleasant;
and, to make himself look as much a fright as possible, he has his hair
cropped quite close to his head, like a prisoner, and is altogether such
an object that I am really quite ashamed of him. He has had his coat
and waistcoat made to fit quite tight, which does not become him at?
all, being stout, and his other things with pleats at the hips, and'
pockets, like a sawney's, half-way down : and he goes about with his
hands in them, and a cigar in his mouth. Instead of a decent, respectable
hat, he wears a thing like a flower-pot, the colour of soot; it looks
really dirty: and, I must say, he does not pay that attention to his
hands that he used to do. He has left off Wellingtons, and taken to
Jane boots with little leather tips, and gloves the colour of gingerbread.
He can't be contented now with his plain joint, but wants this and
that a la—I don't know what; and, because he cannot have it always at
home, goes every other day, almost, to what he calls a' restarong's.'
"To see how his taste has altered at times makes me very unhappy
when I think upon it. When he does come home to dine, he generally
brings two or three of those foreigners with him that he has picked up
at that Exhibition, where he has learned to copy from them. He calls
this cementing the bonds of universal brotherhood;—it will come to
universal sisterhood next, I suppose; but that I never will stand, I am
determined. After they are gone, I always sprinkle the floors with
vinegar, and I am thankful to say that we have caught nothing yet, and
—that I will admit—they have not taken anything. He calls me now
' mon amie,' instead of Sally, as he used; but he does not pay me
half so much attention, and is so taken up with the whole human
family, as he terms it, that he seems quite indifferent to his own. Dear
Mr. Punch, in your observations about the Exhibition, pray say no
more of universal brotherhood, but direct the attention of husbands to
the manufactures of domestic utility which are to be seen there, and
tell them that family affection should begin at home—and if you will
add that it ought to end there, I own you will express the sentiments
of your attached Friend and Admirer, « gAEAH Veal "
REPEAL OF WINTER IN HYDE PARK.
The folks of Marylebone have been, as a body, the first to declare in
favour of a total repeal of the fogs, sleet snow, and wind, of an English
winter; Mr. Paxton having guaranteed the absence of the terrible old
tyrant from, at least, eighteen acres of Hyde Park; where Eden may
be raised under the Crystal Palace, and kept in perennial bloom. The
City of London is expected very soon to speak upon the matter. The
civic taste for exotic turtle will—who can doubt it?—declare for
congenial orange-groves, and for other lemons than those to be found
in winter-time in certain mouths in the larders of certain taverns. No
time is to be lost; for we understand that Colonel Sibthorp is about
to present a petition declaratory of the vested rights of an English
A Sentiment Pro Bono Publico.
May the monopolist Gas Companies have all their pipes put out, and'
may the dealers in impure water follow the course of the element in
which they deal, and speedily find their level.
TO CORRESPONDENTS,
Punch cannot better "do justice and the thing that's right," than
by printing the following earnest letter received from " The 10$
Street Orderlies working in the City."
" To the Editor of ' Punch:
" Sir,—We have seen with surprize and pain you have thought proper to speak of us
as if we are bad characters. You say in Punch, of the 12th, page 29, the ' Commissioners
of Sewers object to have the City cleaned by Street-Orderlies, on account of the CLASS
to which they belong.' We believe you to be too good-lmmouredto be cruel—too manly,
to do a wrong to a Poor Man. We are sure you have written this attack on our character
Winter, as Shown, time^ Out Ot milld, in COUghs, COldS, blue noses, j in a hnuy! and without thinking. You never could intend for to desire to spread
' abroad, and to encourage any thoughtless or wanton attacks on the Working Classes.
A character for Honesty is our only Stock in Trade. Rob us of this, you rob us of our
Bread. Mark the Thief and the Rogue with the brand of infamy, if you like; but
spare the honest man struggling with adversity. Our Enemies are many, but we can't
believe you are one of them. We are sure you will be sorry at what you have done.
You could not have really meant to injure us, nor hurt our feelings. We send you the
account in the Papers of our Complaint to the Lord Mayor against being called
' Questionable Characters and house-trespassers,' and other vile names. We are sura
you will do us justice, and the thing that's right, so leave the matter in your hands.
" From the 108 Street Orderlies working in the City."
" The Coffee House, Cannon Street, City-.
" July 11 1&51 "
chilblains, and chapped fingers.
a timely conundrum.
Why do Bishops make the best sailors ?—
Because,—however vexed their see, they give up nothing.
Soyer's Feasts.—M. Soyer advertises his suppers of the Arabian
Nights. And folks do begin to talk of the cook's Barmecide Feasts.