DOI Heft:
July to December, 1852
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16610#0091
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
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their hearts, gave the cause their best wishes—and these were deposited
with the coins of the realm, and are to form the foundation of the new
building. Never was Palace bf gun upon so strong a foundation before !
If only half the promises are fulfilled that were made at its christen-
ing, this Palace of the People will be the grandest palace ever
constructed. And, in truth, it should be so ! The people have built
palaces sufficiently for others . it is but proper now they built one for
themselves.
And when it is built, it will be time enough to inquire if the English-
men know how to amuse themselves ? They have had hitherto so few
opportunities of learning, that it is ungracious to xsk at present.
It would be like blaming a man who had been imprisoned all his life,
because he couldn't dance. But we think we have said enough to
prove, that on certain grand occasions the Englishman does know how to
amuse himself, perhaps not so pictorially, but at all events as rationally
as a Frenchman, or any other countryman. In the meantime we wish
him every enjoyment in his new play-ground at Sydenham. It will be
the most beautiful play-ground in the world.
A PEEP INTO THE PEOPLE'S PALACE.
Taken at its Foundation on Thursday, August 5, 1852.
Sardanapalus was a king,
Extremely fond of pleasure :
His palace was a decent thing.
In style, extent, and treasure.
Darius dwelt in marble halls,
That shone with gilding burnished,
With splendid paintings on their walls,
And elegantly furnished.
Belshazzar had a mansion, which
Was viewed with admiration;
Louis Quatorze possessed a rich
And sumptuous habitation;
And George the Fourth at Brighton here
Rejoiced in his Pavilion ;
But not a Palace e'er came near
The Palace of the Million.
2.
That Palace Punch, with mental eye,
The other day inspected,
For Punch, of course, a stander-by,
Saw its first prop erected :
And music's swell and cannon'* bang,
With cheers and plaudits mixing,
Proclaimed the act of M b. Laing,
His hand that pillar fixing.
The sky upon the work begun
Smiled bright and clear and pleasant,
But brighter eyes put out the sun,
So many ladies present;
The music, sunshine, beauty, lunch,—
For lunch ensued—did capture
3.
It might have been the iced champagne,
Or Beauty's power magnetic,
Or both, that, acting on his brain,
Made him become prophetic—
Gave him a sort of clairvoyance,
Rendered him second-sighted,
So as to see things in advance,
And view, with gaze delighted,
A prospect wider than the daw
Beholds from parish steeple ;
And by prevision thus he saw
The Palace of the People.
He saw the Crystal Palace than
The first more lofty, bigger,
And handsomer, as Englishman
Is handsomer than nigger.
4.
As high as to its roof sublime
Gigantic creepers tower,
Some other creepers also climb
To altitude of power.
The lofty transect doth survey
All London—grand to think on—
As Lincoln's Choice perhaps will say,
The Archfiend looks o'er Lincoln.
Whichever way the gazer turns,
He's met by the stupendous :
Enormous plantains, palms, and ferns,
Colossuses tremendous,
With fountains spouting far beyond
The pitch of Ben Disraeli ;
The heart, the soul, the mind of Ptmch, At either end a noble pond,
And put him in a rapture. Well stocked with tenants scaly.
5.
Flowers, vases, statues, intermixed,
Are in profusion lavished,
So that beholders stand transfixed,
Bewitched, bedazzled, ravished.
The buried Past—the old world too-
It is designed to rummage,
In order thoroughly to do
The sovereign People homage.
Egypt, Assyria, Rome, and Greece,
And eke the Middle Ages,
Located in a court a-piece,
Illustrate history's pages.
Besides the rarest herbs and greens
That Mother Earth produces,
You've manufactures and machines
For every kind of uses.
Upholsterers with all their fuss,
With gold, and paint, and varnish,
No regal mansion ever thus
In all the world did garnish ;
No potentate upon a throne,
With power of axe and gallows,
Can call such furniture his own
As decks the People's Palace—
The Palace where His Majesty,
Wrhen tired of occupation,
In fitting state, right, royally,
May take his recreation -.
And, whilst amusement he pursues,
His mind with knowledge filling,
Improve his taste—enlarge his views-
And all this for a shilling.
ONE WHO IS DESERVING OE A MONUMENT.
HE threat of Lord Maid-
stone, that we may hourly
expect the deluge, has not
shut up our old favourite
Vauxhall. This act of me-
teorological daring is so ex-
traordinary that thousands
rush to the Gardens every
night to convince them-
selves of the fact. When
they see that the place is
not only open, but looking
quite smart with a new coat
of paint—which coat it sadly
wanted, for it has been for
years dreadfully "out at
elbows "—it is as much as
they can do to believe their
eyes, even though they have
not less than " ten thousand
additional lamps" burning
before them at the time.
The people walk about,
staring in the greatest as-
tonishment, and jostle the
red-coated waiters and call
for plates of ham, to con-
vince themselves it is not a
dream. We saw one in-
credulous old fellow notching the trees to see if they really were trees.
We doubt if he believed it was Vauxhall until the fireworks, when
the stick of a rocket fell upon his uplifted nose and convinced him of
the fact.
We think some public monument should be erected to commemorate
the phenomenon of Yauxhall remaining open in the teeth of such
strong opposition. There is no doubt that the fulfilment of Lord
Maidstone's prophecy would about completely ruin the Royal
Property, for there is no place of public amusement which feels the
rain so acutely, or receives so large a share of it, as Vauxhall. The
lessee, therefore, who keeps the Gardens still open in spite of the
tremendous large cistern which is hanging over it must be a bold man,
and deserves some public testimonial for his courage. We take the
liberty, therefore, of proposing that a large statue be erected in the
middle of the firework ground, so that the Roman candles may burn
in its glory every night, and we suggest that the subject of it should be
" Wabdell Defying the Deluge."
Australia In-felix.
The gold-diggers at Mount Alexander having received from the
Attorney-General at Melbourne the appellation of vagabonds, have taken
to themselves the title of the New Aristocracy. We suppose they will
assume, by way of arms, a pick-axe, quartered with a spade, as an emblem
of their authority over the soil, and voting everything as infra dig., they
will probably take that as their motto.
tunes for teetotallers.
The programme of the fetes of the London Temperance League last
week, included " Brilliant performances by his Royal Highness
Prince Albert's Military Band, the Scots Fusilier Guards'," and
other Bands. We suppose they regaled the ears of the votaries of the
Pump with Handel's celebrated " Water-Music."
83
their hearts, gave the cause their best wishes—and these were deposited
with the coins of the realm, and are to form the foundation of the new
building. Never was Palace bf gun upon so strong a foundation before !
If only half the promises are fulfilled that were made at its christen-
ing, this Palace of the People will be the grandest palace ever
constructed. And, in truth, it should be so ! The people have built
palaces sufficiently for others . it is but proper now they built one for
themselves.
And when it is built, it will be time enough to inquire if the English-
men know how to amuse themselves ? They have had hitherto so few
opportunities of learning, that it is ungracious to xsk at present.
It would be like blaming a man who had been imprisoned all his life,
because he couldn't dance. But we think we have said enough to
prove, that on certain grand occasions the Englishman does know how to
amuse himself, perhaps not so pictorially, but at all events as rationally
as a Frenchman, or any other countryman. In the meantime we wish
him every enjoyment in his new play-ground at Sydenham. It will be
the most beautiful play-ground in the world.
A PEEP INTO THE PEOPLE'S PALACE.
Taken at its Foundation on Thursday, August 5, 1852.
Sardanapalus was a king,
Extremely fond of pleasure :
His palace was a decent thing.
In style, extent, and treasure.
Darius dwelt in marble halls,
That shone with gilding burnished,
With splendid paintings on their walls,
And elegantly furnished.
Belshazzar had a mansion, which
Was viewed with admiration;
Louis Quatorze possessed a rich
And sumptuous habitation;
And George the Fourth at Brighton here
Rejoiced in his Pavilion ;
But not a Palace e'er came near
The Palace of the Million.
2.
That Palace Punch, with mental eye,
The other day inspected,
For Punch, of course, a stander-by,
Saw its first prop erected :
And music's swell and cannon'* bang,
With cheers and plaudits mixing,
Proclaimed the act of M b. Laing,
His hand that pillar fixing.
The sky upon the work begun
Smiled bright and clear and pleasant,
But brighter eyes put out the sun,
So many ladies present;
The music, sunshine, beauty, lunch,—
For lunch ensued—did capture
3.
It might have been the iced champagne,
Or Beauty's power magnetic,
Or both, that, acting on his brain,
Made him become prophetic—
Gave him a sort of clairvoyance,
Rendered him second-sighted,
So as to see things in advance,
And view, with gaze delighted,
A prospect wider than the daw
Beholds from parish steeple ;
And by prevision thus he saw
The Palace of the People.
He saw the Crystal Palace than
The first more lofty, bigger,
And handsomer, as Englishman
Is handsomer than nigger.
4.
As high as to its roof sublime
Gigantic creepers tower,
Some other creepers also climb
To altitude of power.
The lofty transect doth survey
All London—grand to think on—
As Lincoln's Choice perhaps will say,
The Archfiend looks o'er Lincoln.
Whichever way the gazer turns,
He's met by the stupendous :
Enormous plantains, palms, and ferns,
Colossuses tremendous,
With fountains spouting far beyond
The pitch of Ben Disraeli ;
The heart, the soul, the mind of Ptmch, At either end a noble pond,
And put him in a rapture. Well stocked with tenants scaly.
5.
Flowers, vases, statues, intermixed,
Are in profusion lavished,
So that beholders stand transfixed,
Bewitched, bedazzled, ravished.
The buried Past—the old world too-
It is designed to rummage,
In order thoroughly to do
The sovereign People homage.
Egypt, Assyria, Rome, and Greece,
And eke the Middle Ages,
Located in a court a-piece,
Illustrate history's pages.
Besides the rarest herbs and greens
That Mother Earth produces,
You've manufactures and machines
For every kind of uses.
Upholsterers with all their fuss,
With gold, and paint, and varnish,
No regal mansion ever thus
In all the world did garnish ;
No potentate upon a throne,
With power of axe and gallows,
Can call such furniture his own
As decks the People's Palace—
The Palace where His Majesty,
Wrhen tired of occupation,
In fitting state, right, royally,
May take his recreation -.
And, whilst amusement he pursues,
His mind with knowledge filling,
Improve his taste—enlarge his views-
And all this for a shilling.
ONE WHO IS DESERVING OE A MONUMENT.
HE threat of Lord Maid-
stone, that we may hourly
expect the deluge, has not
shut up our old favourite
Vauxhall. This act of me-
teorological daring is so ex-
traordinary that thousands
rush to the Gardens every
night to convince them-
selves of the fact. When
they see that the place is
not only open, but looking
quite smart with a new coat
of paint—which coat it sadly
wanted, for it has been for
years dreadfully "out at
elbows "—it is as much as
they can do to believe their
eyes, even though they have
not less than " ten thousand
additional lamps" burning
before them at the time.
The people walk about,
staring in the greatest as-
tonishment, and jostle the
red-coated waiters and call
for plates of ham, to con-
vince themselves it is not a
dream. We saw one in-
credulous old fellow notching the trees to see if they really were trees.
We doubt if he believed it was Vauxhall until the fireworks, when
the stick of a rocket fell upon his uplifted nose and convinced him of
the fact.
We think some public monument should be erected to commemorate
the phenomenon of Yauxhall remaining open in the teeth of such
strong opposition. There is no doubt that the fulfilment of Lord
Maidstone's prophecy would about completely ruin the Royal
Property, for there is no place of public amusement which feels the
rain so acutely, or receives so large a share of it, as Vauxhall. The
lessee, therefore, who keeps the Gardens still open in spite of the
tremendous large cistern which is hanging over it must be a bold man,
and deserves some public testimonial for his courage. We take the
liberty, therefore, of proposing that a large statue be erected in the
middle of the firework ground, so that the Roman candles may burn
in its glory every night, and we suggest that the subject of it should be
" Wabdell Defying the Deluge."
Australia In-felix.
The gold-diggers at Mount Alexander having received from the
Attorney-General at Melbourne the appellation of vagabonds, have taken
to themselves the title of the New Aristocracy. We suppose they will
assume, by way of arms, a pick-axe, quartered with a spade, as an emblem
of their authority over the soil, and voting everything as infra dig., they
will probably take that as their motto.
tunes for teetotallers.
The programme of the fetes of the London Temperance League last
week, included " Brilliant performances by his Royal Highness
Prince Albert's Military Band, the Scots Fusilier Guards'," and
other Bands. We suppose they regaled the ears of the votaries of the
Pump with Handel's celebrated " Water-Music."