DOI issue:
July to December, 1851
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16608#0188
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HEADS OF THE PEOPLE ON THE REMOVAL OF THE CRYSTAL PALACE.
"Well, i don't ske any Earthly Use in
it Remaining. Why, there's that Back m "Lor!—Ex'bitionClosed ; and I
Room I have never Let since it has been „ , within Three-halfpence op the "Lor, John, what a Pity!"
open!" -[T ;fJER\ iN8T RYC '-i r?„ Shilling!—Blow it!" " My Dear Girl, the Annoyance is really
fess ; but it Lowers the Neigh- „ ,,, '
boorhood deucedly : it had better
Come Down!'
"The Crystal Palace coming Down!— " Come Down ?—to be Sure, my Boy ; " Come Down ?—Of Course !—Should
" lor !—I wonder where they'll lor bless me !—what a PlTY !—GREAT without, indeed, they turn it into a never have been raised !— ruination
put the huge Looking Glass?" Shame ! "—&o., &c. Casino. Then !—Ah, then ! "—&c, &c. to Business !" &c, &c.
THE CONSTITUTION DEAD AGAIN.
The eels at Billingsgate are accustomed to the inconvenience of
being skinned; they merely twist and wriggle a little more or less, and
there an end. The British Constitution is used to death—at the
hands of Whigs or Radicals. It has been murdered outright twenty
times within our memory; and is about to be killed again. England,
instead of having the Lion and Unicorn for her arms, should bear Three
Cats; this would give her seven-and-twenty accredited lives, so that,
after the next Life taken by Lord John Russell, England, with the
twenty already lost, might have six more to spare; which, with
moderation, might last our time. The Quarterly again weeps drops of
ink over the threatened death of the Constitution, a death menaced by
the Russell Reform Bill of next session :
" And it is at this moment—this n-wful moment of doubt—while not monarchy only,
but even republics, are trembling before an invading democracy, that Lord Johjt
Russell has had the weakness, or the rashness, to announce "—
In his own words, says the Quarterly, " a new revolution ! " And—
" This fatal menace—fatal to the ministry if not executed—;fatal to the monarchy if it
if—-was thrown out, as it is said, without the sanction of the Sovereign or the concert of
his colleagues, for no better reason, and with no higher motive, than to help him through
a paltry party scrape; to rally, on a pinching vote, a few Radicals back to his standard."
Poor monarchy! Dead again 1 What then ? When duly killed, and
lying in its blood, will it not, like Bombastes Furioso, rise again upon its
legs, and blithely sing (for the especial comfort of the Quarterly)—
" For 'twas better far
Thus to end our sorrow;
But, if some folks please,
We '11 die again to-morrow ? "
As, no doubt, the English Constitution will die again and again, and
again and again sing its own epitaph (though we may not be here to
listen to it) and its own resurrection.
Lord Lennox's Last.—" It's a clever book that knows the Author
of its existence."
OUR REJECTED CORNER.
As Mad as a March Hare.—Cutting your hair off with a
shilling !
Advice.—Advice is like a policeman, often to be met with when not
wanted; but, when really wanted, never to be found.
The Teetotaller's Best Friend.—The best friend of Temperance,
—and one who doesn't injure the cause by talking—is the quart bottle ;
for, as it gradually gets less and less every year, the time must come,
when Man will be compelled to renounce the Bottle, from the very
simple fact that he will have no bottle left to fly to !
Metaphysics.—Metaphysics is like riding in a circus. You keep
going round and round, and jumping, and plunging, and taking high
flights in the air; and after all, you only come back to the point which
you started from.-—Widdicomb.
Green Tea.—An injurious beverage, since proved to be a rank
poison. This may account for the number of characters that have
been poisoned by old maids, whilst they have been drinking it.
How to ply a Kite.—Those kites fly the best which have a five-
shilling stamp upon them.
"Death's Door."—It generally has "Railway Station" written
over it.
"IL paut qu'une porte soit ouverte, ou permee !"
The above proverb of Alfred Musset has been verified recently by
the movements of Kossuth. The Porte Fermee, which refused him
permission to travel through it, was Erance, but the Porte ouverte,
which allowed him, in spite of menaces, to escape from it, was Turkey;
and, if we will say it, a very Sublime Porte too !
The Flower of Yankee-Land.
It is natural to inquire what sort of flower is the Bloomer? An
American Aloe, probably, as it is of Transatlantic origin, and is hardly
likely to come out in bloom oftener than once in a century.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HEADS OF THE PEOPLE ON THE REMOVAL OF THE CRYSTAL PALACE.
"Well, i don't ske any Earthly Use in
it Remaining. Why, there's that Back m "Lor!—Ex'bitionClosed ; and I
Room I have never Let since it has been „ , within Three-halfpence op the "Lor, John, what a Pity!"
open!" -[T ;fJER\ iN8T RYC '-i r?„ Shilling!—Blow it!" " My Dear Girl, the Annoyance is really
fess ; but it Lowers the Neigh- „ ,,, '
boorhood deucedly : it had better
Come Down!'
"The Crystal Palace coming Down!— " Come Down ?—to be Sure, my Boy ; " Come Down ?—Of Course !—Should
" lor !—I wonder where they'll lor bless me !—what a PlTY !—GREAT without, indeed, they turn it into a never have been raised !— ruination
put the huge Looking Glass?" Shame ! "—&o., &c. Casino. Then !—Ah, then ! "—&c, &c. to Business !" &c, &c.
THE CONSTITUTION DEAD AGAIN.
The eels at Billingsgate are accustomed to the inconvenience of
being skinned; they merely twist and wriggle a little more or less, and
there an end. The British Constitution is used to death—at the
hands of Whigs or Radicals. It has been murdered outright twenty
times within our memory; and is about to be killed again. England,
instead of having the Lion and Unicorn for her arms, should bear Three
Cats; this would give her seven-and-twenty accredited lives, so that,
after the next Life taken by Lord John Russell, England, with the
twenty already lost, might have six more to spare; which, with
moderation, might last our time. The Quarterly again weeps drops of
ink over the threatened death of the Constitution, a death menaced by
the Russell Reform Bill of next session :
" And it is at this moment—this n-wful moment of doubt—while not monarchy only,
but even republics, are trembling before an invading democracy, that Lord Johjt
Russell has had the weakness, or the rashness, to announce "—
In his own words, says the Quarterly, " a new revolution ! " And—
" This fatal menace—fatal to the ministry if not executed—;fatal to the monarchy if it
if—-was thrown out, as it is said, without the sanction of the Sovereign or the concert of
his colleagues, for no better reason, and with no higher motive, than to help him through
a paltry party scrape; to rally, on a pinching vote, a few Radicals back to his standard."
Poor monarchy! Dead again 1 What then ? When duly killed, and
lying in its blood, will it not, like Bombastes Furioso, rise again upon its
legs, and blithely sing (for the especial comfort of the Quarterly)—
" For 'twas better far
Thus to end our sorrow;
But, if some folks please,
We '11 die again to-morrow ? "
As, no doubt, the English Constitution will die again and again, and
again and again sing its own epitaph (though we may not be here to
listen to it) and its own resurrection.
Lord Lennox's Last.—" It's a clever book that knows the Author
of its existence."
OUR REJECTED CORNER.
As Mad as a March Hare.—Cutting your hair off with a
shilling !
Advice.—Advice is like a policeman, often to be met with when not
wanted; but, when really wanted, never to be found.
The Teetotaller's Best Friend.—The best friend of Temperance,
—and one who doesn't injure the cause by talking—is the quart bottle ;
for, as it gradually gets less and less every year, the time must come,
when Man will be compelled to renounce the Bottle, from the very
simple fact that he will have no bottle left to fly to !
Metaphysics.—Metaphysics is like riding in a circus. You keep
going round and round, and jumping, and plunging, and taking high
flights in the air; and after all, you only come back to the point which
you started from.-—Widdicomb.
Green Tea.—An injurious beverage, since proved to be a rank
poison. This may account for the number of characters that have
been poisoned by old maids, whilst they have been drinking it.
How to ply a Kite.—Those kites fly the best which have a five-
shilling stamp upon them.
"Death's Door."—It generally has "Railway Station" written
over it.
"IL paut qu'une porte soit ouverte, ou permee !"
The above proverb of Alfred Musset has been verified recently by
the movements of Kossuth. The Porte Fermee, which refused him
permission to travel through it, was Erance, but the Porte ouverte,
which allowed him, in spite of menaces, to escape from it, was Turkey;
and, if we will say it, a very Sublime Porte too !
The Flower of Yankee-Land.
It is natural to inquire what sort of flower is the Bloomer? An
American Aloe, probably, as it is of Transatlantic origin, and is hardly
likely to come out in bloom oftener than once in a century.