Punch: Punch (21.1851)

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 55

THE "DOOK" BONNETTING HIS " EMINENCE.

THE PEACE MOVEMENT AND THE
PRELATES.

However Utopian may be the aims of Mr.
Cobden and the other members of the Peace
Congress, there is no doubt that the designs of
the pacificators—the endeavour to turn swords
into ploughshares, and spears into reaping-hooks,
and to establish the kingdom of peace upon earth
—are warranted by some decidedly strong texts.
The attendance, therefore, of all the Bishops at
the late meeting of the said Congress at Exeter
Hall, was, at least, quite consistent with the
character of their office ; and any ridicule which
it may have exposed them to must be regarded
in the light of martyrdom. To prevent mistakes,
it must be observed that the Bishops went to
the Peace Congress, not with a crosier, but with
a hook.

All that's Bright won't Fade.

We are happy to have it in our power to in-
timate, that though there was a total eclipse on
the 28th instant, the arrangements were made
for preventing the gaiety of nations from being
eclipsed—for the weekly number of Punch ap-
peared as usual. Every copy was in itself an
illuminated copy, and could be read with ease
by the light of its own brilliancy.

"The Deep, Deep Sea."—The Durham See.

PUNCH'S CONCORDAT.

Now what have you done with your blundering " aggression,'

Double-negative Pius, my Nono of Rome ?
Why, you've done us, or nearly so, out of a Session,

Which we've spent in the labour of cropping your comb.
Our Premier, instead of removing abuses,

Has been occupied mostly in weath'ring the storm
By your Holiness brew'd, which, of course, his excuse is

For not having got on with the work of reform.

To give your attention, friend Pius, I'd crave you

To one rather large fact that concerns our late row,—
The majority, Pope, that declared " We won't have you ! "

Your pretensions that firmly refused to allow.
So long, 'gainst a force so o'erwhelming how held you ?

How brook'd we the tricks of your Irish " Brass Band,"
When we might, had we chosen, at once have expell'd you,

With your Bishops and Brief, from the face of the land ?

What could it have been that induced us to bear a

Pope's carriage obstructing the national way ?
A gem—which I don't think adorns the tiara—

A jewel, my Pontiff, entitled " fair play."
Would your Holiness stand as much argumentation

In case we had foisted a Bishop on you ?
Would you grant such a clergyman bare toleration,

Or isn't that more than you 're willing to do ?

Well; be that as it may, you have no persecution

For your prelates or pastors in England to fear,
Secured by the shield of a free Constitution—

That's if they won't fly in the face of it—here.
Now I hope we shall all live together in quiet;

All have their opinions ; let each hold his own;
And your folks, on the subject of doctrines or diet,

Just believe what they please—only leave us alone.

Young Water-Birds.

At the swimming-match, the other evening, at the Holborn Baths,
according to the Times,

" Serjeant Twoht, the well-known Gymnasium-master of the Royal Artillery
Cadets, at Woolwich, introduced his two infant sons as swimmers, the age of the
younger being 2J years, and that of the elder 4 years ; and, however incredible it may
appear, these infants exhibited in deep water, and without the slightest assistance, a
proficiency in the art seldom attained even by adult swimmers."

When Punch, at breakfast, quoted this extract to the wife of his
bosom, Judy remarked, " What little ducks ! "

A. FOX IN HYDE-PARK.

uiUNG the past week General
Fox—who has made many cam-
paigns in palaces, having seen
considerable dinner service—
has printed his veto against the
durability of the Crystal Palace.
There shall be no Winter
Garden! Already, by anticipa-
tion, the foxes—the little foxes
have spoilt our vines! How-
ever, with the instinctive justice
of a great mind, General Fox
suggests reparation of the fullest
measure. He says, away with
the Crystal Palace —it has
served its end—it is moreover
unsightly, ugly. But let there
be enduring marble or bronze
to commemorate the fact of its former existence. And what so fit
—asks General Fox—as a statue of Prince Albert, and a statue of
Richard Cceur du Lion ! When we consider the beautiful significance
that is borne to the Crystal Palace by the traditional reputation of the
battle-axe King of the Lion's Heart, we must confess the idea to be as
profound as felicitous. The worshipper is worthy of the worshipped :
CkEUR du Lion of Ccsur du Renard. To be sure, we have heard of an
individual —by name, if we mistake not, Joseph Paxton—who is said
to be associated with the notion of the Crystal Palace, but it is natural
that General Fox—with his great martial tendencies—should forget
Joseph the First in favour of the earlier Richard.

Any way, we trust that the idea of Colonel Fox, if earned out, will
furthermore be made to redound to his individual honour it we are
to have a statue of Prince Albert (to which we object not, it erected
in the Winter Garden, standing amidst congenial olive,) and a statue ol
Richard in bushes of dragon's-mouth-iet there also be the vera
effigies of General Fox, accompanied by the statue of a certain vigilant
bird, with which foxes are commonly associated.

The Church Militant's Man and Metal.

We often hear of cathedral canons; but although the calibre of
many of them is, fiscally speaking, considerable, and in the pulpit
not a few of them are decidedly large in the bore, yet they are
nothing, comparatively, to the Great Guns of the Church—the epis-
copal artillery; many of the latter delivering their charges at the
rate of from ten thousand to eight-and-twenty thousand (per annum)
pounders.