DOI issue:
July to December, 1851
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16608#0258
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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affair of unparalleled interest, to come off between two well-known
heavy-weights, "Kick the Bear" and "Young Europe," in which both
sides have applied to Pam ; who has always hitherto been looked upon
as a backer of the latter, and who, if he has any regard for his own
character and that of his establishment, will certainly have nothing to
say to Nick's backers, who have always patronised a rival house. We
trust that wherever Pam appears as bottle-holder, it will be on the right
side, assured, as we are, that this is the only way in which he can
continue to merit the support of his friends and the public.
We have nothing to say against him, unless it be that he certainly is
open to the charge of occasionally bullying men that he thinks can't
stand up to him, and that when he wants to get up a mill, he is not
always careful enough about the character of the man he backs.
Thus, in " Pacifico's" fight with " the Greek," when Pam backed
the Jew, it was felt by many that Pam did not deal quite fairly; and
that though the battle-money was paid over to the Jew, "the Greek"
would certainly have won, had Pam gone quite " upon the square."
As a companion, Pam is a great favourite—great at chaff, sings a
good song, and is seen to great advantage at the harmonic ordinary in
St. Stephen's, Westminster, where he is the life and soul of the table,
and where in the sparring soirees, for which the House is so celebrated,
"the Downing Street Pet," despite his seven-and-sixty summers, is still
one of the quickest and neatest hands with the gloves that ever stepped
on a stage. His performance, on the occasion of his own benefit, last
season, was an example of perfect science; his quickness in stopping,
his sharpness in countering, and, above all, his style of getting away
from his man, were considered worthy of the best days of the
Parliamentary Ring.
A BEAUTIFUL CLOSING SCENE.
tjr province is not to deal
with melancholy subjects.
To brighten, not to dim,
the eye; to elevate, not
to depress, the angles of the
mouth; to excite concus-
sions of the sides, rather
than suspiratory move-
ments of the chest ; to
titillate in the ribs, rather
than to touch the heart; is
our business ; or, to adopt
the language of Genius,
(supposing itself heaven-
born) our Mission. Three-
pence — fourpence, stamp
inclusive — is more than
mankind are inclined to
pay for being made miser-
able. Eew customers would
be found for three penn'orth of melancholy. Closing scenes, therefore,
are subjects which, for the most part, we eschew. And yet there is
one Closing Scene on which we might dilate to the pleasure of many
readers, especially some of the gentler sex, to whom such a scene would
afford the sight of a husband's—a father's face, for a few short hours,
by daylight, once in a week, besides on Sundays. The Closing Scene
we allude to is the scene of Wholesale Warehouses closing at 3 p. m.,
which might be managed by letting those employed in them woik
continually up to that hour, instead of dining at one.
LOUIS NAPOLEON AT ALL IN THE RING.
It seems as if all the great events of modern history are destined to
LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.
(Exclusive.)
Anxious to maintain our supremacy as the leading literary journal
of the day, we are happy to announce that, at an utter recklessness of
expense, we have secured the services of an eminent clairvoyant, with
whose prophetic revelations we shall occasionally startle the literary
world. By means of a powerful Mesmeric Telescope he has recently
invented, Sam Welleb's great ocular feat of "seein' thro'a pair o'
s'airs and a 2-inch deal board," will be readily accomplishable; and the
walls of Grub Street become as transparent as those of the Crystal
Palace itself. Indeed, it is confidently expected that the ligneo-
penetrating qualities of the instrument may be ultimately brought to
bear upon the heads, as well as the houses, of our publishing friends :
so that not merely their actual doings, but their cerebral half-fledged
intentions also, will be clearly visible to the eye of "Our Own Clair-
voyant." We shall thus be enabled regularly to anticipate the
preliminary puffs of the newspapers; and, in short, indulge our
privileged readers with a frequent insight into the middle of the
literary next week.
Our readers must have a little patience, however, of course. Such
an indulgence cannot be lightly granted—like a Pope's. It were,
obviously, childish to expect that, so novel an appliance of mesmeric
mechanism should be reduced to perfect working order, as readily as a
rolling-pin, or one of the stereotypical hippodramas at Astley's. We
may, however, state, by way of whale-tub to the curious, that we were
invited to a trial of its powers the other day, when several highly
interesting experiments were effected, with a success that encourages
us to hope our fullest expectations may soon be realised. For the
present, we must content ourselves with laying before our readers a
brief statement of the facts already elicited as a sample, in some sort,
of what they may hereafter expect.
The first experiment we made was upon the House of a well-known
publisher in Gr—t M—rib—rgh Street; where, by applying our mental
eye to the small extremity of the instrument, we clearly discerned the
proof sheets of a new novel by the Author of Ravenscliffe, somewhat
similarly entitled, Rooksrocke; while, at an adjoining press, the com-
positors were busily employed in setting up The Defunct Bricks; a
Tale of Ideal Life—induced, no doubt, by the very favourable reception
awarded to The Livingstones. We also thought we perceived, in the
hands of one of the attendant demons of the place, a new historical
work called, France as it used to was—probably emanating from the
pen which lately gave us Spain as it is.
We then took the liberty of dragging Mb.. B—ntl—y's generally
well-stocked preserves; but all we could fish out here was The Tittlebat,
a small duodecimal fraction of Mr. Herman Melville's Whale; in
whose wake it is probably intended to follow. A peep at No. 22,
Albemarle Street, however, proved decidedly more fortunate. Besides
a whole host of tricoloured additions to the shelves of our circulating
libraries (of which we shall only notice The Spermaceti Sorcerer, as being,
we think, a gross titular plagiary upon The Amber Witch), our telescope
distinctly revealed the accepted M.S. of a Pamphlet, quaintly entitled,
''And Betty Martin:" a Sequel to " All my Eye; " which our readers
will have no difficulty in ascribing to the same eccentric hand, or rather
head, to which we are indebted for the Bubbles that burst upon us a
few years since, as well as the Stokers and Pokers that have sub-
sequently made such a stir in literary circles.
We next popped in, like a mesmeric Pall Pry, upon the Messrs.
L—ngm—n's establishment; but, although we strained our telescopic
eyesight to the utmost, we regret to say we could discover no signs of
Mr. Macaulay's Third at present. It is needless to add, that on
leaving these great "Leviathans of the Row," we encountered
numerous shoals of small five-shilling fry, whose bright red backs and
golden sides proclaimed them of the ordinary Christmas species. We
shall not waste our valuable space in more explicit nominal disclosure,
as the newspapers will so soon save us the trouble. We may as
an
be acted as " scenes in the circle" of an equestrian establishment. The as ™.e newspapers wiu so soon save us me uouoie vve may
Cirque in the Champs Elysees, and Astley's at the foot of Westminster | Yel1 J-USt mentlP;1' 1/l0/we^er'z.*bat ^ n° Vrof ect„,f Jft «f T
Bridge, are the two localities in which the great historical dramas of ■ American sequel to The Cricket on the Hearth, under the title of The
the world are now being performed. Louis Napoleon distributes j °>\ Ue {i0™s-
Erom this slight prospective sketch, our readers will see they need
fear no lack of literary novelty this Christmas, if our telescopic
prognostications be verified. And, for the sake of our prophetic
reputation, we hope they may.
crosses of the Legion of Honour in the Parisian Cirque, just as his
illustrious uncle—in the person of Gomersal—made field-marshals amid
the sawdust of Astley's. Both establishments possess an interest far
beyond the mere acts of equestrianism for which they were originally
designed; and, in fact, history and politics must have come down to a
somewhat low pitch, when their principal arena is ordinarily an arena
for horsemanship. It must be said for ourselves, that in England we Moles Indigesta.
only give the dramatic versions of history at our Amphitheatres; while j m • ,• « „ „^„„f i\.at fnirei, MniI u„„ ovlTT • i c
m IfamAP tl.Pv pro the r,]Qn^ ir, +lq „™.+ LOTltc nf natinmal . .J-hebe is no truth in the report that Count Mole has any idea ot
■in +i „, +i l • l • l" ,i x. 1 i a __l ±HEJtus is no t.rutn m me report mau v^uujnx mui^ nas any luea
i^^^t^^^lif^lr^ll/1^"^ joining the Republican party in Pans. Though the Count occupies
interest actually take place; but it will be long before the chief- of our
executive is found addressing the public from the " ring," as the President
of the French Republic has been recently doing.
Yot(e)aries of Mammon.—The Electors of St. Albans.
a
high position, he wishes the distinction to be preserved between the
Conservative Mole hill and the Socialist Mountain.
" All is Lost Now ! "—Mb. Dunup, who formerly " kept a banker,"
compares his late balance to " linked sweetness—long drawn out."
247
affair of unparalleled interest, to come off between two well-known
heavy-weights, "Kick the Bear" and "Young Europe," in which both
sides have applied to Pam ; who has always hitherto been looked upon
as a backer of the latter, and who, if he has any regard for his own
character and that of his establishment, will certainly have nothing to
say to Nick's backers, who have always patronised a rival house. We
trust that wherever Pam appears as bottle-holder, it will be on the right
side, assured, as we are, that this is the only way in which he can
continue to merit the support of his friends and the public.
We have nothing to say against him, unless it be that he certainly is
open to the charge of occasionally bullying men that he thinks can't
stand up to him, and that when he wants to get up a mill, he is not
always careful enough about the character of the man he backs.
Thus, in " Pacifico's" fight with " the Greek," when Pam backed
the Jew, it was felt by many that Pam did not deal quite fairly; and
that though the battle-money was paid over to the Jew, "the Greek"
would certainly have won, had Pam gone quite " upon the square."
As a companion, Pam is a great favourite—great at chaff, sings a
good song, and is seen to great advantage at the harmonic ordinary in
St. Stephen's, Westminster, where he is the life and soul of the table,
and where in the sparring soirees, for which the House is so celebrated,
"the Downing Street Pet," despite his seven-and-sixty summers, is still
one of the quickest and neatest hands with the gloves that ever stepped
on a stage. His performance, on the occasion of his own benefit, last
season, was an example of perfect science; his quickness in stopping,
his sharpness in countering, and, above all, his style of getting away
from his man, were considered worthy of the best days of the
Parliamentary Ring.
A BEAUTIFUL CLOSING SCENE.
tjr province is not to deal
with melancholy subjects.
To brighten, not to dim,
the eye; to elevate, not
to depress, the angles of the
mouth; to excite concus-
sions of the sides, rather
than suspiratory move-
ments of the chest ; to
titillate in the ribs, rather
than to touch the heart; is
our business ; or, to adopt
the language of Genius,
(supposing itself heaven-
born) our Mission. Three-
pence — fourpence, stamp
inclusive — is more than
mankind are inclined to
pay for being made miser-
able. Eew customers would
be found for three penn'orth of melancholy. Closing scenes, therefore,
are subjects which, for the most part, we eschew. And yet there is
one Closing Scene on which we might dilate to the pleasure of many
readers, especially some of the gentler sex, to whom such a scene would
afford the sight of a husband's—a father's face, for a few short hours,
by daylight, once in a week, besides on Sundays. The Closing Scene
we allude to is the scene of Wholesale Warehouses closing at 3 p. m.,
which might be managed by letting those employed in them woik
continually up to that hour, instead of dining at one.
LOUIS NAPOLEON AT ALL IN THE RING.
It seems as if all the great events of modern history are destined to
LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.
(Exclusive.)
Anxious to maintain our supremacy as the leading literary journal
of the day, we are happy to announce that, at an utter recklessness of
expense, we have secured the services of an eminent clairvoyant, with
whose prophetic revelations we shall occasionally startle the literary
world. By means of a powerful Mesmeric Telescope he has recently
invented, Sam Welleb's great ocular feat of "seein' thro'a pair o'
s'airs and a 2-inch deal board," will be readily accomplishable; and the
walls of Grub Street become as transparent as those of the Crystal
Palace itself. Indeed, it is confidently expected that the ligneo-
penetrating qualities of the instrument may be ultimately brought to
bear upon the heads, as well as the houses, of our publishing friends :
so that not merely their actual doings, but their cerebral half-fledged
intentions also, will be clearly visible to the eye of "Our Own Clair-
voyant." We shall thus be enabled regularly to anticipate the
preliminary puffs of the newspapers; and, in short, indulge our
privileged readers with a frequent insight into the middle of the
literary next week.
Our readers must have a little patience, however, of course. Such
an indulgence cannot be lightly granted—like a Pope's. It were,
obviously, childish to expect that, so novel an appliance of mesmeric
mechanism should be reduced to perfect working order, as readily as a
rolling-pin, or one of the stereotypical hippodramas at Astley's. We
may, however, state, by way of whale-tub to the curious, that we were
invited to a trial of its powers the other day, when several highly
interesting experiments were effected, with a success that encourages
us to hope our fullest expectations may soon be realised. For the
present, we must content ourselves with laying before our readers a
brief statement of the facts already elicited as a sample, in some sort,
of what they may hereafter expect.
The first experiment we made was upon the House of a well-known
publisher in Gr—t M—rib—rgh Street; where, by applying our mental
eye to the small extremity of the instrument, we clearly discerned the
proof sheets of a new novel by the Author of Ravenscliffe, somewhat
similarly entitled, Rooksrocke; while, at an adjoining press, the com-
positors were busily employed in setting up The Defunct Bricks; a
Tale of Ideal Life—induced, no doubt, by the very favourable reception
awarded to The Livingstones. We also thought we perceived, in the
hands of one of the attendant demons of the place, a new historical
work called, France as it used to was—probably emanating from the
pen which lately gave us Spain as it is.
We then took the liberty of dragging Mb.. B—ntl—y's generally
well-stocked preserves; but all we could fish out here was The Tittlebat,
a small duodecimal fraction of Mr. Herman Melville's Whale; in
whose wake it is probably intended to follow. A peep at No. 22,
Albemarle Street, however, proved decidedly more fortunate. Besides
a whole host of tricoloured additions to the shelves of our circulating
libraries (of which we shall only notice The Spermaceti Sorcerer, as being,
we think, a gross titular plagiary upon The Amber Witch), our telescope
distinctly revealed the accepted M.S. of a Pamphlet, quaintly entitled,
''And Betty Martin:" a Sequel to " All my Eye; " which our readers
will have no difficulty in ascribing to the same eccentric hand, or rather
head, to which we are indebted for the Bubbles that burst upon us a
few years since, as well as the Stokers and Pokers that have sub-
sequently made such a stir in literary circles.
We next popped in, like a mesmeric Pall Pry, upon the Messrs.
L—ngm—n's establishment; but, although we strained our telescopic
eyesight to the utmost, we regret to say we could discover no signs of
Mr. Macaulay's Third at present. It is needless to add, that on
leaving these great "Leviathans of the Row," we encountered
numerous shoals of small five-shilling fry, whose bright red backs and
golden sides proclaimed them of the ordinary Christmas species. We
shall not waste our valuable space in more explicit nominal disclosure,
as the newspapers will so soon save us the trouble. We may as
an
be acted as " scenes in the circle" of an equestrian establishment. The as ™.e newspapers wiu so soon save us me uouoie vve may
Cirque in the Champs Elysees, and Astley's at the foot of Westminster | Yel1 J-USt mentlP;1' 1/l0/we^er'z.*bat ^ n° Vrof ect„,f Jft «f T
Bridge, are the two localities in which the great historical dramas of ■ American sequel to The Cricket on the Hearth, under the title of The
the world are now being performed. Louis Napoleon distributes j °>\ Ue {i0™s-
Erom this slight prospective sketch, our readers will see they need
fear no lack of literary novelty this Christmas, if our telescopic
prognostications be verified. And, for the sake of our prophetic
reputation, we hope they may.
crosses of the Legion of Honour in the Parisian Cirque, just as his
illustrious uncle—in the person of Gomersal—made field-marshals amid
the sawdust of Astley's. Both establishments possess an interest far
beyond the mere acts of equestrianism for which they were originally
designed; and, in fact, history and politics must have come down to a
somewhat low pitch, when their principal arena is ordinarily an arena
for horsemanship. It must be said for ourselves, that in England we Moles Indigesta.
only give the dramatic versions of history at our Amphitheatres; while j m • ,• « „ „^„„f i\.at fnirei, MniI u„„ ovlTT • i c
m IfamAP tl.Pv pro the r,]Qn^ ir, +lq „™.+ LOTltc nf natinmal . .J-hebe is no truth in the report that Count Mole has any idea ot
■in +i „, +i l • l • l" ,i x. 1 i a __l ±HEJtus is no t.rutn m me report mau v^uujnx mui^ nas any luea
i^^^t^^^lif^lr^ll/1^"^ joining the Republican party in Pans. Though the Count occupies
interest actually take place; but it will be long before the chief- of our
executive is found addressing the public from the " ring," as the President
of the French Republic has been recently doing.
Yot(e)aries of Mammon.—The Electors of St. Albans.
a
high position, he wishes the distinction to be preserved between the
Conservative Mole hill and the Socialist Mountain.
" All is Lost Now ! "—Mb. Dunup, who formerly " kept a banker,"
compares his late balance to " linked sweetness—long drawn out."