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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
GREAT PARLIAMENTARY FEAT.
It is becoming a common and rather a vulgar
^^^^^^^^^^ ieat to walk a thousand miles in a thousand
§», hours. Some suburban Chicken, Stag, or Pet
is now doing something in the same way at
\ the Hippodrome, but we have to call atten-
& tion to a far more difficult achievement, in
|JI which sitting instead of walking is the mode
» in which the task is accomplished.
\Jg jfQy Jlllr on 1 JlMIlr- M in question is Charley
C^$N5^ lllllim ! ^j^W ^ Jzh Shaw Lefevre, well
y^xy^Tl^Yu^s WmmB v!i^^^Pi t '"^".'K.-'; known as the Parlia-
^'''VV ^S^^kI^^^^P1 d !^7^^/^^i mentary Pet, or House
J \ )■{ J y\ ifer? i^fi °^ Commons Game-
I \ ' \ ^M^^^^W <fc2^V I i —^ Cock, who has already
—-V f^\-=^^=^S9^^mt Tv-^x7^"^""~ —according to Sir
\ / I L^g iSl^V^rm^^ak^^^Ji_ // R°BE:RT Inglis^—per-
-' A tfsS^^p^ftte^iE^- Wsl Wm " '" "".I/ • //^ ■-- formed the astonishing
/J^iSz^'-^^r—^^ f$ifr=^: ^MZ^==:::^^g^^' * ask of listening to thir-
"-' — ■ : Jy • H«—_—~^r=^^^Z— ^'een thousand speeches
;Z~====^~j|f^r'—- ^m^=^=~^^^^^^==^===:^^ m thirteen thousand
^^^^JZZ^ZZZ: m ^~~~^==^==^=~r hours. The Right Hon-
flfl SB ^5^T ourable bird — if the
'-==^P^^.||gES^i^= Cock of the Commons
^^^Sz^s^f^^- Z—j^=— will allow us to call him
«=l ^^Z^Z^^^^^-7^—^^ —="=^^^^^5—^^^^ so —has just entered
^^g-^^!]^^^ sit for another series of
&' ^s^- hours during another
series of speeches ; and
there will be constant relays of gentlemen of the press in attendanc t< report, should the
distinguished Pet allow himself to fall from the mouth of Spooner, or if any one else, into
the arms of Morpheus.
We shall watch the progress of the match with considerable interest, for in addition to the
large body of old-established soporifics, who have on other occasions been found so trying to
the vigilant powers of the Cock of the Commons, there is supposed to be a very con-
siderable extra infusion of poppies, occasioned by the " new additions " to the raw material
of Parliament.
No Lord Mayor's Dinner.—Frantic Joy of the Turtles.
THE CRYSTAL PALACE—" WITHOUT THE DRAGON ! "
In one of the many admirable articles that have appeared about the Crystal Palace in the
Times—being to the Crystal Palace a strength and support, beyond the power of iron—the
writer rejoices that Sir Joseph Paxton will do everything " that a knight can to bring down
to the 19th century, and within a few minutes' drive of London, the fabled gardens of the
Hesperides, without the dragon" We hope so; but we are nevertheless threatened with the
monster, at, least one day a week—and that the only day wherein the Hesperides may be
visitable by millions — the Sunday. The dragon Cant—all his scales covered with the
glossiest black, his armed neck decorously bound with snowy cambric—his head, horrent with
spikes, surmounted by a beaver of shovel-shape;— this Dragon has given voice ; modulating
his roarings, and—as is the wont of Draco Cant—doing his best to disguise his dominatioi'
in zeal and love and tenderness towards his sufferers. Well, how shall the Dragon be met ?
After this fashion.
The Dragon must be met and answered by the working-men of London. They must
gather together—they must sign acres of parchment—they must beset the House of Commons,
if they will not give themselves up with their wives and children to the Dragon. If they
will not have the whole of their Sunday swallowed, bolted by the Dragon, they must at
once defy him. The Dragon says, You shall keep to your back-rooms, your garrets, your
courts, all the Sabbath hours that you come not to church. You shall not smell the flowers
at Sydenham on Sundays, for on that day are they flowers of brimstone ; you shall not on the
seventh day enter that Garden of Eden for there lurks the old serpent. You shall not gaze
upon orange trees in bud, blossom, and fruit
for every orange is as the d^ath-dooming apple
Is not tobacco by the fire*ide more healthful fo
your soul than sight of tobacco-plant flowering
under glass ?
Doctor Ckolt has been sweetly eloquent on
" the domestic meal" on Sunday evenings.
Labouring men want the repose of their own
close rooms, and not the agitation of sight-seeing;
all this is vanity, saith the preacher. But the
Doctor waxes old; he was not always thus
morose. Now there are persons who denounce
profane stage-plays as so many snares of the
Evil One; denounce them, even as Doctor
Croly denounces the garden Sabbath. Ana yet
in their eyes must Doctor Cboly be little better
than one of the wicked. For is not the Doctor
author of a play called Catiline (watered with
the Liffy and not quite Jonson's Catiline) • and
also a comedy, so broad that it ran into furious
farce, by name Pride shall have a Fall? And
did not Doctor Croly, in this farce, not having
the fear of the Horse Guards before his eyes,
did he not endeavour to bring "the Tenth"
into contempt; and that, too, at that very critical
time when the Tenth proclaimed the amazing
fact in Brighton ball-room that " the Tenth
didn't dance ?" And now, has farce-writing,
joke-cracking, rollicking Croly become an an-
chorite, and, we doubt not, wears iron points
and horse-hair.
But is there no way to mollify our Croly ?
Can we not touch his h»art, even through his
pocket ? Let us see.
A sagacious correspondent of the Morning
Herald suggests that a certain space of the
Crystal Palace
" Might be set apart and fitted up as a place of worship,
in which all or most of the sittings should be free. i
would propose three services, the morning service to com-
mence at half-past ten or eleven a.m., the mid-day at three
p.m. in the summer. The grounds around the palace might,
perhaps with advantage, be thrown open from the conclu-
sion of the morning to the commencement of the evening
service."
This is admirable, and meets the whole diffi-
culty. Let there be appended to the Crystal
Palace a Crystal Cathedral; and let there be
created a new Bishop of Glass, with some ten
thousand pounds per annum; together with
prebends and all the ecclesiastical officers that
adorn and dignify the cathedrals of York and
Canterbury. Let this be done, and all the
Reverend gentlemen meeting at Sion House
have all t"at appointments. The Venerable Abch-
deacon Hale must, of course, be the first Bishop
of Glass; for the pregnant reason, that no
man's motives, in his present opposition, can be
more clearly seen through.
A QUESTION OF FIGURES.
Which is the Emperor of the French to be,
Napoleon First or Second, II. or III. ?
If every one could speak his inward thought,
His title some would have Napoleon 0.
You may dispute the number, Foreign Powers,
But as for us—'tis no concern of ours.
What signifies it if our neighbours choose
To mark their Chiefs with threes instead of
twos ? . .
Why should such fancy more our spirits vex
Than theirs our chalking ale-casks treble X P
But whatsoe'er the figure they prefer,
It scarce can be worth anybody s stir,
They 'il score it, as upon a slate, no doubt.
And by-and bye—will blow and rub it out!
A Flaw in the Title.
Briefless complains that there is bitter irony
in the title of the new "Common Law Pro-
cedure" Act : for it is evident, he says, that
there will be no procedure, or getting on, for the
profession under it.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
GREAT PARLIAMENTARY FEAT.
It is becoming a common and rather a vulgar
^^^^^^^^^^ ieat to walk a thousand miles in a thousand
§», hours. Some suburban Chicken, Stag, or Pet
is now doing something in the same way at
\ the Hippodrome, but we have to call atten-
& tion to a far more difficult achievement, in
|JI which sitting instead of walking is the mode
» in which the task is accomplished.
\Jg jfQy Jlllr on 1 JlMIlr- M in question is Charley
C^$N5^ lllllim ! ^j^W ^ Jzh Shaw Lefevre, well
y^xy^Tl^Yu^s WmmB v!i^^^Pi t '"^".'K.-'; known as the Parlia-
^'''VV ^S^^kI^^^^P1 d !^7^^/^^i mentary Pet, or House
J \ )■{ J y\ ifer? i^fi °^ Commons Game-
I \ ' \ ^M^^^^W <fc2^V I i —^ Cock, who has already
—-V f^\-=^^=^S9^^mt Tv-^x7^"^""~ —according to Sir
\ / I L^g iSl^V^rm^^ak^^^Ji_ // R°BE:RT Inglis^—per-
-' A tfsS^^p^ftte^iE^- Wsl Wm " '" "".I/ • //^ ■-- formed the astonishing
/J^iSz^'-^^r—^^ f$ifr=^: ^MZ^==:::^^g^^' * ask of listening to thir-
"-' — ■ : Jy • H«—_—~^r=^^^Z— ^'een thousand speeches
;Z~====^~j|f^r'—- ^m^=^=~^^^^^^==^===:^^ m thirteen thousand
^^^^JZZ^ZZZ: m ^~~~^==^==^=~r hours. The Right Hon-
flfl SB ^5^T ourable bird — if the
'-==^P^^.||gES^i^= Cock of the Commons
^^^Sz^s^f^^- Z—j^=— will allow us to call him
«=l ^^Z^Z^^^^^-7^—^^ —="=^^^^^5—^^^^ so —has just entered
^^g-^^!]^^^ sit for another series of
&' ^s^- hours during another
series of speeches ; and
there will be constant relays of gentlemen of the press in attendanc t< report, should the
distinguished Pet allow himself to fall from the mouth of Spooner, or if any one else, into
the arms of Morpheus.
We shall watch the progress of the match with considerable interest, for in addition to the
large body of old-established soporifics, who have on other occasions been found so trying to
the vigilant powers of the Cock of the Commons, there is supposed to be a very con-
siderable extra infusion of poppies, occasioned by the " new additions " to the raw material
of Parliament.
No Lord Mayor's Dinner.—Frantic Joy of the Turtles.
THE CRYSTAL PALACE—" WITHOUT THE DRAGON ! "
In one of the many admirable articles that have appeared about the Crystal Palace in the
Times—being to the Crystal Palace a strength and support, beyond the power of iron—the
writer rejoices that Sir Joseph Paxton will do everything " that a knight can to bring down
to the 19th century, and within a few minutes' drive of London, the fabled gardens of the
Hesperides, without the dragon" We hope so; but we are nevertheless threatened with the
monster, at, least one day a week—and that the only day wherein the Hesperides may be
visitable by millions — the Sunday. The dragon Cant—all his scales covered with the
glossiest black, his armed neck decorously bound with snowy cambric—his head, horrent with
spikes, surmounted by a beaver of shovel-shape;— this Dragon has given voice ; modulating
his roarings, and—as is the wont of Draco Cant—doing his best to disguise his dominatioi'
in zeal and love and tenderness towards his sufferers. Well, how shall the Dragon be met ?
After this fashion.
The Dragon must be met and answered by the working-men of London. They must
gather together—they must sign acres of parchment—they must beset the House of Commons,
if they will not give themselves up with their wives and children to the Dragon. If they
will not have the whole of their Sunday swallowed, bolted by the Dragon, they must at
once defy him. The Dragon says, You shall keep to your back-rooms, your garrets, your
courts, all the Sabbath hours that you come not to church. You shall not smell the flowers
at Sydenham on Sundays, for on that day are they flowers of brimstone ; you shall not on the
seventh day enter that Garden of Eden for there lurks the old serpent. You shall not gaze
upon orange trees in bud, blossom, and fruit
for every orange is as the d^ath-dooming apple
Is not tobacco by the fire*ide more healthful fo
your soul than sight of tobacco-plant flowering
under glass ?
Doctor Ckolt has been sweetly eloquent on
" the domestic meal" on Sunday evenings.
Labouring men want the repose of their own
close rooms, and not the agitation of sight-seeing;
all this is vanity, saith the preacher. But the
Doctor waxes old; he was not always thus
morose. Now there are persons who denounce
profane stage-plays as so many snares of the
Evil One; denounce them, even as Doctor
Croly denounces the garden Sabbath. Ana yet
in their eyes must Doctor Cboly be little better
than one of the wicked. For is not the Doctor
author of a play called Catiline (watered with
the Liffy and not quite Jonson's Catiline) • and
also a comedy, so broad that it ran into furious
farce, by name Pride shall have a Fall? And
did not Doctor Croly, in this farce, not having
the fear of the Horse Guards before his eyes,
did he not endeavour to bring "the Tenth"
into contempt; and that, too, at that very critical
time when the Tenth proclaimed the amazing
fact in Brighton ball-room that " the Tenth
didn't dance ?" And now, has farce-writing,
joke-cracking, rollicking Croly become an an-
chorite, and, we doubt not, wears iron points
and horse-hair.
But is there no way to mollify our Croly ?
Can we not touch his h»art, even through his
pocket ? Let us see.
A sagacious correspondent of the Morning
Herald suggests that a certain space of the
Crystal Palace
" Might be set apart and fitted up as a place of worship,
in which all or most of the sittings should be free. i
would propose three services, the morning service to com-
mence at half-past ten or eleven a.m., the mid-day at three
p.m. in the summer. The grounds around the palace might,
perhaps with advantage, be thrown open from the conclu-
sion of the morning to the commencement of the evening
service."
This is admirable, and meets the whole diffi-
culty. Let there be appended to the Crystal
Palace a Crystal Cathedral; and let there be
created a new Bishop of Glass, with some ten
thousand pounds per annum; together with
prebends and all the ecclesiastical officers that
adorn and dignify the cathedrals of York and
Canterbury. Let this be done, and all the
Reverend gentlemen meeting at Sion House
have all t"at appointments. The Venerable Abch-
deacon Hale must, of course, be the first Bishop
of Glass; for the pregnant reason, that no
man's motives, in his present opposition, can be
more clearly seen through.
A QUESTION OF FIGURES.
Which is the Emperor of the French to be,
Napoleon First or Second, II. or III. ?
If every one could speak his inward thought,
His title some would have Napoleon 0.
You may dispute the number, Foreign Powers,
But as for us—'tis no concern of ours.
What signifies it if our neighbours choose
To mark their Chiefs with threes instead of
twos ? . .
Why should such fancy more our spirits vex
Than theirs our chalking ale-casks treble X P
But whatsoe'er the figure they prefer,
It scarce can be worth anybody s stir,
They 'il score it, as upon a slate, no doubt.
And by-and bye—will blow and rub it out!
A Flaw in the Title.
Briefless complains that there is bitter irony
in the title of the new "Common Law Pro-
cedure" Act : for it is evident, he says, that
there will be no procedure, or getting on, for the
profession under it.