DOI issue:
July to December, 1851
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16608#0077
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BIRTH-PLACE OF PAXTON.
movement, much as if one leg had been shorter than u>e u.iicr. But the refinement of
suffering in this case arises from the circumstance that here we have men of education
and high feeling chained incessanrly together. For no purpose aie thesw chains
undone; and the meaning of these last woris must be well considered; tTa-y are tn be
taken strictly. . . . Among these. 1 myself saw a political prisoner, Komk.o, chained,
in the manner I have describert, to an ordinary otiender—a \ oung man with one of the
most ferocious and sullen countenances I have seen among many hundreds of the
Neapolitan criminals."
cotland will have all the
great men. rX\wBerioick Ad-
vertiser now claims Joseph
Paxton for her own ; as lie
was born " in the parish of
Dunse ! " (Mem. for the
Editor Dunce.)
Shakespeare—it is now
proved beyot d a doubt—
was born at Paisley; Coper-
nicus at Aberdeen ; Bacon
at Peebles ; Milton at In-
verness; Oliver Crom-
well at Perth; PlAMO
of l^oh^ . panioneu wirn a loaiusome ape, until, in me iumess 01 tune, nis ur*
Anv in the So t-mnrL-nt learned his better lessons or mercy and humanity, and was restored
Ady in tJie Salt-market,
Glasgow; and Homer in
Skye!
It is, perhaps, not gene-
rally known that the original
Once upon a time, runs the legend, there was a certain Duke
Robert of Sicily; a worthy ancestor—whether he lived in the flesh
or only in the pages of the story-teller—who played the fiend with his
subjects—his unhappy images of God—even as the living King op
Naples and the Two Sicilies, th triple Monarch—the legitimate
Cerberus. Now, this Duke Robert, one day falling asleep, woke up
no longer outwardly a Duke, but as he Duke's fool and jester—a good
spirit, sent by the mercy of Heaven to take for a time the shape of the
Duke, that he might bless the wondering ard rejoicing people. Whilst
the real Duke, in the despised body of the fool, was continually com-
panioned with a loathsome ape, until, in the fulness of time, his Grace
o
himself;—the angel, his task compl ted, departing.
Oh, that our King op the Two Sicilies might, for awhile, be made
co-mate with an ape; even as he manacles his Ministers with felon- !
Though in truth Perdinand may be taken as an improvement upon
British ""Lion—"so "shame-! ^UKE Robert; being brute and potentate in one.
fully appropriated by Eng-
land ■— was whelped in
Edinburgh Castle.
C<^^V,\r^^'\^H¥l-7 f / A Shabby Turn-out
PUNCH'S CHALLENGE TO MR. HOBBS.
A Loch that cannot be Piclced.
Punch throws out a challenge to Mr. Hobbs, which he is at liberty
^WV^\^TS^?^S"''' v*^SlP t i . to accept or not, just as he pleases. It is to operate on a Lock that
Vi\V^ AWf JH^-1 lT wa* a «£neral °^rva- cannot be picked ! It has hitherto defied all attempts to turn aside one
tion m the House ot bom-. f it ; ticll are most numerous, and of such a complicated
the mght ot the_______i.— _____„u„ 1
removal of Mr. Salomons by the order of the House, that it was
singular an obj ctton should be made to the Member for Greenwich on
; nature, that"no one has ever been able
to pick his way through them, much
less to get over them. It is defended
the score of his religion, when the Speaker himself had turned out a bvaBargthat is most'difficult to moVe,
lew alter al.1
THE FRIENDS OF ITALY.
" Nowhere in all Italy, save now partly among the Piedmontese,
can a man think, speak, or act, as a being made in the image of God ;"
certain other images, Austrian, Roman, and Neapolitan, forbidding the
sublime privilege. Images of God are apt to become perplexing,
troublesome ; and therefore are to be overthrown as idols of a false
religion;—an infidelity blasphemous to Pope and Emperor. Images of
God the subjects of a King of Naples ! Let the images be made to crawl
in the dust; best showing their loyalty when they show themselves on
all fours. What has the crowned incarnation of devilry to do with the
images of God, if not to outrage and destroy them ? Peri inand of
Naples and the images of God ! A gibbering satyr of the woods, with
a sceptre for a murderous club. Nevertheless, there are Englishmen—
made smug and comfortable by the sea that rolls around them, insuring
freedom by day and night; in their counting-houses and in their sheets
—who by no means approve of the discontent of those Italians, who
would walk upright before their rulers. And if in the bold attempt at
such unseemly freedom they are rebuked, smitten into the dust,—
why, we really have our own taxes to pay; and when we dispassionately
consider the subject, what has Italy to do with us ?
It is to make satisfactory answer to such self-complacent querists,
that a Society is constituted ; a Society numbering men whose names
are names of earnestness and truth. On the door of 19, Southampton
Street, Strand, on a small brass-plate, may be read. " Offices op the
Society op the Friends op Italy." The members of the Council
are upwards of seventy in number; a wide circle, holding such men as
Landor and Macready, Scholefield and Lord Dudley Stuart.
The purpose of this Society is not to make war on Italy—" not a war
of arms, but that kind of war which all acknowledge to be legitimate ;
a war of intellect, of sentiment, and of political action." With this
puruose vital in the hearts of some seventy faithful resolute men, the
Pope and King Lucifer of Naples may read, though believing it not,
even on that small brass-plate, the text that, in his might, confounded
Bklsiiazz\r.
" M n are lived over again," says Sir Thomas Browne ; and surely
lie King of Naples, another Scylla, is re-made of blood and mire. A
ruthless sa.a^e, he ought to wear a crown of feathers, with his regality
tattooed in his portentous countenance. What is he more than a New
Zealauder, whose one merit it is not to eat men, only to outrage and
destroy th m ? Mr Gladstone saw the la'e Prime Minister, Poerio,
with others, chained to felons : chained and clothed in the infamous
garb of convicts; their declared offence, Republican aspirations:—
" Tii weight of these chains, I understand, is about eight rotoli, or between sixteen
and seventeen English pounds, for the shorter one, which must be doubled when we
"iv.- each prisoner his half of the longer one. The prisoners had a heavy limping
Vol. 21.
though fortunes have been spent in the
numerous trials. It is full of Wards,
whose movements are guarded with the
most jealous scrutiny, so that it requires
the greatest nicety to get one of them
to bolt. The name of this wronderful
Lock is the Chancery Lock.
Every kind of key, silver and golden,
has been tried in vain to open it. The
treasures which are said to be enclosed
in the large money-chest which it defends, are reported to amount to
countless millions!
Now, Punch challenges Mr. Hobbs to open the above celebrated
Lock! He may take what time he pleases. He may operate with
what instruments he chooses. He may take it home with him, so as
better to study its many eccentric forms. In short, he may do what he
likes with it; and if Mr. Hobbs opens it, he is a much cleverer man
than Punch takes him to be.
As for the reward for so much successful ingenuity, Punch will not
fix the amount, like Mr. Bramah, at £200, or name any amount at^all.
He will not pick a quarrel with Mr. Hobbs upon any such trifle. Let
him only open the Great Chancery Lock, aud he may help himself to
whatever amount he pleases ! What would a hundred thousand pounds,
more or less, be, when taken out of the immense fortunes which, we
know, are locked up in Chancery ! Let him only succeed, and we are
sure the nation would think the operation cheap at a million.
Rival Works of Art.
We have all seen and admired, in the Exhibition, the beautiful
Statue of "The Amazon," which is supposed to be the chef d'eeuvre of
Kiss. But this is nothing compared to the Kiss, which was exhibited
on the Limerick platform by Lord Arundel, and which, it is reported,
was quite a marvel in its way. Those who have witnessed both Exhi-
bitions, declare they are puzzled which Kiss to give the preterence to.
To avoid confusion, however, in the future annals of Art, they suggest
that The Kiss in the Exhibition should still retain its name of "The
Amazon;" whereas Lord Arundel's might be deservedly distin-
guished by the name of " The Amazin' Kiss."
a very simple question.
Everybody seems to think that we know everything, and the result
is, that we are asked all sorts of questions by all sorts of people. The
last individual who has sought information from us, wishes to know
whether, in the event of the Crystal Palace being turned into a winter
garden, the exhibitors of machinery will leave all their plants ?
BIRTH-PLACE OF PAXTON.
movement, much as if one leg had been shorter than u>e u.iicr. But the refinement of
suffering in this case arises from the circumstance that here we have men of education
and high feeling chained incessanrly together. For no purpose aie thesw chains
undone; and the meaning of these last woris must be well considered; tTa-y are tn be
taken strictly. . . . Among these. 1 myself saw a political prisoner, Komk.o, chained,
in the manner I have describert, to an ordinary otiender—a \ oung man with one of the
most ferocious and sullen countenances I have seen among many hundreds of the
Neapolitan criminals."
cotland will have all the
great men. rX\wBerioick Ad-
vertiser now claims Joseph
Paxton for her own ; as lie
was born " in the parish of
Dunse ! " (Mem. for the
Editor Dunce.)
Shakespeare—it is now
proved beyot d a doubt—
was born at Paisley; Coper-
nicus at Aberdeen ; Bacon
at Peebles ; Milton at In-
verness; Oliver Crom-
well at Perth; PlAMO
of l^oh^ . panioneu wirn a loaiusome ape, until, in me iumess 01 tune, nis ur*
Anv in the So t-mnrL-nt learned his better lessons or mercy and humanity, and was restored
Ady in tJie Salt-market,
Glasgow; and Homer in
Skye!
It is, perhaps, not gene-
rally known that the original
Once upon a time, runs the legend, there was a certain Duke
Robert of Sicily; a worthy ancestor—whether he lived in the flesh
or only in the pages of the story-teller—who played the fiend with his
subjects—his unhappy images of God—even as the living King op
Naples and the Two Sicilies, th triple Monarch—the legitimate
Cerberus. Now, this Duke Robert, one day falling asleep, woke up
no longer outwardly a Duke, but as he Duke's fool and jester—a good
spirit, sent by the mercy of Heaven to take for a time the shape of the
Duke, that he might bless the wondering ard rejoicing people. Whilst
the real Duke, in the despised body of the fool, was continually com-
panioned with a loathsome ape, until, in the fulness of time, his Grace
o
himself;—the angel, his task compl ted, departing.
Oh, that our King op the Two Sicilies might, for awhile, be made
co-mate with an ape; even as he manacles his Ministers with felon- !
Though in truth Perdinand may be taken as an improvement upon
British ""Lion—"so "shame-! ^UKE Robert; being brute and potentate in one.
fully appropriated by Eng-
land ■— was whelped in
Edinburgh Castle.
C<^^V,\r^^'\^H¥l-7 f / A Shabby Turn-out
PUNCH'S CHALLENGE TO MR. HOBBS.
A Loch that cannot be Piclced.
Punch throws out a challenge to Mr. Hobbs, which he is at liberty
^WV^\^TS^?^S"''' v*^SlP t i . to accept or not, just as he pleases. It is to operate on a Lock that
Vi\V^ AWf JH^-1 lT wa* a «£neral °^rva- cannot be picked ! It has hitherto defied all attempts to turn aside one
tion m the House ot bom-. f it ; ticll are most numerous, and of such a complicated
the mght ot the_______i.— _____„u„ 1
removal of Mr. Salomons by the order of the House, that it was
singular an obj ctton should be made to the Member for Greenwich on
; nature, that"no one has ever been able
to pick his way through them, much
less to get over them. It is defended
the score of his religion, when the Speaker himself had turned out a bvaBargthat is most'difficult to moVe,
lew alter al.1
THE FRIENDS OF ITALY.
" Nowhere in all Italy, save now partly among the Piedmontese,
can a man think, speak, or act, as a being made in the image of God ;"
certain other images, Austrian, Roman, and Neapolitan, forbidding the
sublime privilege. Images of God are apt to become perplexing,
troublesome ; and therefore are to be overthrown as idols of a false
religion;—an infidelity blasphemous to Pope and Emperor. Images of
God the subjects of a King of Naples ! Let the images be made to crawl
in the dust; best showing their loyalty when they show themselves on
all fours. What has the crowned incarnation of devilry to do with the
images of God, if not to outrage and destroy them ? Peri inand of
Naples and the images of God ! A gibbering satyr of the woods, with
a sceptre for a murderous club. Nevertheless, there are Englishmen—
made smug and comfortable by the sea that rolls around them, insuring
freedom by day and night; in their counting-houses and in their sheets
—who by no means approve of the discontent of those Italians, who
would walk upright before their rulers. And if in the bold attempt at
such unseemly freedom they are rebuked, smitten into the dust,—
why, we really have our own taxes to pay; and when we dispassionately
consider the subject, what has Italy to do with us ?
It is to make satisfactory answer to such self-complacent querists,
that a Society is constituted ; a Society numbering men whose names
are names of earnestness and truth. On the door of 19, Southampton
Street, Strand, on a small brass-plate, may be read. " Offices op the
Society op the Friends op Italy." The members of the Council
are upwards of seventy in number; a wide circle, holding such men as
Landor and Macready, Scholefield and Lord Dudley Stuart.
The purpose of this Society is not to make war on Italy—" not a war
of arms, but that kind of war which all acknowledge to be legitimate ;
a war of intellect, of sentiment, and of political action." With this
puruose vital in the hearts of some seventy faithful resolute men, the
Pope and King Lucifer of Naples may read, though believing it not,
even on that small brass-plate, the text that, in his might, confounded
Bklsiiazz\r.
" M n are lived over again," says Sir Thomas Browne ; and surely
lie King of Naples, another Scylla, is re-made of blood and mire. A
ruthless sa.a^e, he ought to wear a crown of feathers, with his regality
tattooed in his portentous countenance. What is he more than a New
Zealauder, whose one merit it is not to eat men, only to outrage and
destroy th m ? Mr Gladstone saw the la'e Prime Minister, Poerio,
with others, chained to felons : chained and clothed in the infamous
garb of convicts; their declared offence, Republican aspirations:—
" Tii weight of these chains, I understand, is about eight rotoli, or between sixteen
and seventeen English pounds, for the shorter one, which must be doubled when we
"iv.- each prisoner his half of the longer one. The prisoners had a heavy limping
Vol. 21.
though fortunes have been spent in the
numerous trials. It is full of Wards,
whose movements are guarded with the
most jealous scrutiny, so that it requires
the greatest nicety to get one of them
to bolt. The name of this wronderful
Lock is the Chancery Lock.
Every kind of key, silver and golden,
has been tried in vain to open it. The
treasures which are said to be enclosed
in the large money-chest which it defends, are reported to amount to
countless millions!
Now, Punch challenges Mr. Hobbs to open the above celebrated
Lock! He may take what time he pleases. He may operate with
what instruments he chooses. He may take it home with him, so as
better to study its many eccentric forms. In short, he may do what he
likes with it; and if Mr. Hobbs opens it, he is a much cleverer man
than Punch takes him to be.
As for the reward for so much successful ingenuity, Punch will not
fix the amount, like Mr. Bramah, at £200, or name any amount at^all.
He will not pick a quarrel with Mr. Hobbs upon any such trifle. Let
him only open the Great Chancery Lock, aud he may help himself to
whatever amount he pleases ! What would a hundred thousand pounds,
more or less, be, when taken out of the immense fortunes which, we
know, are locked up in Chancery ! Let him only succeed, and we are
sure the nation would think the operation cheap at a million.
Rival Works of Art.
We have all seen and admired, in the Exhibition, the beautiful
Statue of "The Amazon," which is supposed to be the chef d'eeuvre of
Kiss. But this is nothing compared to the Kiss, which was exhibited
on the Limerick platform by Lord Arundel, and which, it is reported,
was quite a marvel in its way. Those who have witnessed both Exhi-
bitions, declare they are puzzled which Kiss to give the preterence to.
To avoid confusion, however, in the future annals of Art, they suggest
that The Kiss in the Exhibition should still retain its name of "The
Amazon;" whereas Lord Arundel's might be deservedly distin-
guished by the name of " The Amazin' Kiss."
a very simple question.
Everybody seems to think that we know everything, and the result
is, that we are asked all sorts of questions by all sorts of people. The
last individual who has sought information from us, wishes to know
whether, in the event of the Crystal Palace being turned into a winter
garden, the exhibitors of machinery will leave all their plants ?