DOI issue:
July to December, 1852
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16610#0274
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PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
" MORE INCOME TAX! MORE HOUSE TAX!! WHAT WILL BECOME "HA! CAPITAL BUDGET! DOWN WITH THE MALT DUTY!
OF U.S.'.'.' THAT'S THE TIME 0' DAY!"
THE RIVAL PATRIOTS.
A few evenings ago there seemed a probability that a most in-
teresting match was wbout to come off between Messes. Hume and
George Hudson, in the House of Commons. The contest was one
of liberality, and though the veteran Hume is liberal enough in a
political sense, we fear he might have been beaten by the Railway
Millionaire in the competition they were nearly entering on. Toe
affair arose out of the cost of the Duke's funeral, into which Mb.
Hume was inquiring rather closely, when he was snubbed by the Ex-
Railway King, who was asked by the economist if he was ready to
draw a check for the amoiuit in question. This was certainly a home
question; but the answer was equally in point—for Mr. Hudson
expressed his readiness to put down any sum that Mr. Hume was
willing to contribute. "The matter here dropped,"—to use the Par-
liamentary phrase—for neither of the honourable gents seemed eager to
drop any money. We should be glad to see a generous rivalry spring
up among members of the House, as to who shall sacrifice most to ease
the public of a burden. It would save a great deal of difficulty to
the Chancellor of the Exchequer, if in the event of his desiring
to take off an obnoxious tax, the members would begin to draw checks
against each other, and run a race of liberality for the purpose of
making up an expected deficiency. It is to be regretted that Messrs.
Hudson and Hume did not proceed in their generous rivalry, and go
on drawing checks one against the other, until the affair had ended in
a check mate or a drawn battle.
NUGGET-HUNTERS AT HOME.
The Morning Post says that an interesting lecture was delivered the
other night at the Young Men's Christian Association, Exeter Hall,
by the Honourable and Reverend Montague Villiers. Erom
our contemporary's report, it appears that the excellent lecturer, after
very briefly dwelling on the diggings, proceeded to a series of digs.
He represented the lawyer, the merchant, the shopkeeper, the stock-
jobber, the gambler, the betting-house keeper and frequenter, all as
contributing to form the class of gold-seekers. Under the same head
he also enumerated members of the liberal professions; and in speaking
of these we hope he did not forget to mention the wealthy pluralists,
whose profession certainly is liberal enough, and whose pay is much
more than sufficiently liberal, although their liberality may be confined
to their pay and their profession.
coming down on the roof.
Eew persons cultivate houseleek; but the Chancellor of the
Exchequer appears to be one of them, by his project for putting a
plant on our dwellings.
THE INCOME TAX ELUCID ATED.
in an easy lesson.
The In-come Tax is a fun-ny Thing. It is a Tax up-on a Man's
In-come. A Man's In-come is all the Mo-ney he gets in one Year.
Many a Man has no-thing else in the World than the Mo-ney he gets
in oue Year. He pays In-coroe Tax on all that Mo-ney. He pays
Se-ven Pence out of ev-e-ry Pound of it. Mo-ney is Pro-per-ty. If
a Man has No-thing else than the Mo-ney he gets in one Year, that
Mo-ney is all his Pro-per-ty. So, if he pays In-come Tax up-on it, he
pays a Tax on all the Pro-per-ty he ha3 got. But ma-ny Men have a
great deal more Pro-per-ty than the Mo-ney they get in one Year.
Some have Twen-ty Times as much Pro-per-ty as that. Yet they only
pay a Tax on the Mo-ney they get in one Year. They pay no more
than Se-ven Pence out of ev-e-ry Pound of that Mo-nt-y. They do not
pay a Far-thing out of all their o-ther Pounds. So, the In-come Tax
is a Tax on all one Man's Pro-per-ty and on on-ly Part of a-no-ther's.
Mr. Glad-stone says this is just. If M.r. Glad-stone had no-thing
but what he could earn, he would not be so well off as he is now.
And yet he might have to pay Se-ven Pence out of ev-e-ry Pound he
was worth. Mr. Glad-stone would not be glad then. He would be
Sor-ry. I do not think he would call the In-come Tax just, a-nj
longer; do you ?
HARD WORK AT THE EONT.
The Grand Inquisitor—we beg his pardon, the Grand Duke of
Tuscany—has received an addition to his domestic happiness, after
having deprived the Madiai of theirs. In other words, he has been
blessed with a son. According to the Paris correspondent of the
Times, he has christened the young hopeful of Persecution and
Popery-—
" Giovanni Nf.pomuceno Maeia Annunziata Giuseppe Giovanbattista Fbb-
dinando Baldassebe Luigi Gonzaga Fietko Alessandeo Zanobi Antonino!"
By a private communication from Florence, we learn that when this
polyonymous infant was baptized, his godfather, in naming him, had to
stop three several times to fetch breath: and at the completion of his
arduous task, proved to be so exhausted, that he was obliged to have
some brandy-and-water. The officiating priest in repeating the spon-
sorial catalogue was evidently winded, and perspired copiously, but did
not faint, which was considered by the bystanders to be a miracle.
fair emulation.
If the artistic authorities at the National Gallery could manage to
cut out the old masters instead of scraping them out—it would be a
fine thins.
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
" MORE INCOME TAX! MORE HOUSE TAX!! WHAT WILL BECOME "HA! CAPITAL BUDGET! DOWN WITH THE MALT DUTY!
OF U.S.'.'.' THAT'S THE TIME 0' DAY!"
THE RIVAL PATRIOTS.
A few evenings ago there seemed a probability that a most in-
teresting match was wbout to come off between Messes. Hume and
George Hudson, in the House of Commons. The contest was one
of liberality, and though the veteran Hume is liberal enough in a
political sense, we fear he might have been beaten by the Railway
Millionaire in the competition they were nearly entering on. Toe
affair arose out of the cost of the Duke's funeral, into which Mb.
Hume was inquiring rather closely, when he was snubbed by the Ex-
Railway King, who was asked by the economist if he was ready to
draw a check for the amoiuit in question. This was certainly a home
question; but the answer was equally in point—for Mr. Hudson
expressed his readiness to put down any sum that Mr. Hume was
willing to contribute. "The matter here dropped,"—to use the Par-
liamentary phrase—for neither of the honourable gents seemed eager to
drop any money. We should be glad to see a generous rivalry spring
up among members of the House, as to who shall sacrifice most to ease
the public of a burden. It would save a great deal of difficulty to
the Chancellor of the Exchequer, if in the event of his desiring
to take off an obnoxious tax, the members would begin to draw checks
against each other, and run a race of liberality for the purpose of
making up an expected deficiency. It is to be regretted that Messrs.
Hudson and Hume did not proceed in their generous rivalry, and go
on drawing checks one against the other, until the affair had ended in
a check mate or a drawn battle.
NUGGET-HUNTERS AT HOME.
The Morning Post says that an interesting lecture was delivered the
other night at the Young Men's Christian Association, Exeter Hall,
by the Honourable and Reverend Montague Villiers. Erom
our contemporary's report, it appears that the excellent lecturer, after
very briefly dwelling on the diggings, proceeded to a series of digs.
He represented the lawyer, the merchant, the shopkeeper, the stock-
jobber, the gambler, the betting-house keeper and frequenter, all as
contributing to form the class of gold-seekers. Under the same head
he also enumerated members of the liberal professions; and in speaking
of these we hope he did not forget to mention the wealthy pluralists,
whose profession certainly is liberal enough, and whose pay is much
more than sufficiently liberal, although their liberality may be confined
to their pay and their profession.
coming down on the roof.
Eew persons cultivate houseleek; but the Chancellor of the
Exchequer appears to be one of them, by his project for putting a
plant on our dwellings.
THE INCOME TAX ELUCID ATED.
in an easy lesson.
The In-come Tax is a fun-ny Thing. It is a Tax up-on a Man's
In-come. A Man's In-come is all the Mo-ney he gets in one Year.
Many a Man has no-thing else in the World than the Mo-ney he gets
in oue Year. He pays In-coroe Tax on all that Mo-ney. He pays
Se-ven Pence out of ev-e-ry Pound of it. Mo-ney is Pro-per-ty. If
a Man has No-thing else than the Mo-ney he gets in one Year, that
Mo-ney is all his Pro-per-ty. So, if he pays In-come Tax up-on it, he
pays a Tax on all the Pro-per-ty he ha3 got. But ma-ny Men have a
great deal more Pro-per-ty than the Mo-ney they get in one Year.
Some have Twen-ty Times as much Pro-per-ty as that. Yet they only
pay a Tax on the Mo-ney they get in one Year. They pay no more
than Se-ven Pence out of ev-e-ry Pound of that Mo-nt-y. They do not
pay a Far-thing out of all their o-ther Pounds. So, the In-come Tax
is a Tax on all one Man's Pro-per-ty and on on-ly Part of a-no-ther's.
Mr. Glad-stone says this is just. If M.r. Glad-stone had no-thing
but what he could earn, he would not be so well off as he is now.
And yet he might have to pay Se-ven Pence out of ev-e-ry Pound he
was worth. Mr. Glad-stone would not be glad then. He would be
Sor-ry. I do not think he would call the In-come Tax just, a-nj
longer; do you ?
HARD WORK AT THE EONT.
The Grand Inquisitor—we beg his pardon, the Grand Duke of
Tuscany—has received an addition to his domestic happiness, after
having deprived the Madiai of theirs. In other words, he has been
blessed with a son. According to the Paris correspondent of the
Times, he has christened the young hopeful of Persecution and
Popery-—
" Giovanni Nf.pomuceno Maeia Annunziata Giuseppe Giovanbattista Fbb-
dinando Baldassebe Luigi Gonzaga Fietko Alessandeo Zanobi Antonino!"
By a private communication from Florence, we learn that when this
polyonymous infant was baptized, his godfather, in naming him, had to
stop three several times to fetch breath: and at the completion of his
arduous task, proved to be so exhausted, that he was obliged to have
some brandy-and-water. The officiating priest in repeating the spon-
sorial catalogue was evidently winded, and perspired copiously, but did
not faint, which was considered by the bystanders to be a miracle.
fair emulation.
If the artistic authorities at the National Gallery could manage to
cut out the old masters instead of scraping them out—it would be a
fine thins.