DOI issue:
July to December, 1853
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16612#0056
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Gipsy. “ Have your Fortune to.ld, my pretty Gentleman ? ”
Pretty Gent. “ Oh ! Lawk ! Don’t mention it ! ”
SPIRITED CONDUCT OF MR. CHARLES KEAN.
Mr. Charles Kean continuing to be exposed to tke
nuisance of criticism, has determined,_ though with much
regret, on a still more decided step in vindication of his
personal dignity than any he has yet taken. Having already
struck off the Free List of the Princess’s Theatre all the
critics who have insolently ventured to express unfavour-
able opinions of his acting, Mr. Kean had hoped that
the public would have taken this warning that he is not
amenable to hostile criticism. In this hope he regrets to
find himself disappointed. Many persons still consider
him a bad actor, and have not shrunk from audaciously
expressing this detestable opinion in and out of the
Princess’s Theatre. Further forbearance on Mr. Kean’s
part would clearly be an act of injustice to himself.
He has, therefore (though at cost of much pain to him-
self), resolved on a measure which he trusts will prevent,
any repetition of this annoyance. Mr. Kean deeply
regrets that Her Majesty, having lately visited the
Haymarket Theatre, was observed (no doubt, in an un
guarded moment,) to laugh at Mr. Braid’s offensive (and
most unsuccessful) imitation of Mr. Kean’s performance
in the Corsican Brothers, which Mr. Buckstone has had
the bad taste to sanction in a ridiculous and entirely un-
successful burlesque or extravaganza, called the Ascent
of Mount Parnassus. This having been brought to Mr.
Kean’s ears (as most acts of the same kind are sure to be),
he has, in consequence, struck Her Majesty’s name off
the Free List of the Princesses Theatre, exclaiming, in the
manner of Richard, and in a tone of dignity which so over-
powered the prompter and stage-manager that he has not
| yet recovered the shock—
“ Off with her name ! so much for Royalty ! ”
Evanescent Art.
The most remarkable exhibition of Dissolving Views is
that of the National Gallery, where, through various
chemical processes and mechanical means, the pictures of
the ancient Masters are undergoing dissolution.
THE PUBLIC’S ADDRESS TO HIS CABMAN.
(imitated from the arar’s address to his steed.)
My insolent, my turbulent! that stands crest-fallen by.
With the recent Cab Act in thy hand, and tear-drops in thine eye,
Try not to overcharge us now, or make our pockets bleed ;
You cannot do it now again—thou 'rt sold, my man, indeed
Fret not with that impatient cough : if surlily inclined.
The nearest station is the place at which redress to find;
The magistrates have now the power to mulct thee of thy gold,
Or send thee off to jail, my friend. Thou ’rt sold, my man, thou ’rt sold.
’Tis well! those old and crazy wheels not many a mile can roam;
After next October you must keep that vehicle at home.
Some other cab less old and torn you shortly must prepare.
With roof not full of crevices, admitting rain and air.
Yes, it must go ! the crazy cab, the old abandoned fly.
Must on thy master’s premises be finally put by;
And in it there some juveniles, who cannot get a ride.
May cram themselves, by climbing up the wheels on every side.
Do they ill-use thee, Cabman ? No ! I’m sure it cannot be ;
You that have bullied half the world, and humbugged even me.
And yet, if haply thou ’rt done up, and for thee we should yearn.
Can the same law that cut thee off compel thee to return r
Return ! alas ! my Cabman bold, what shall the public do,
When rain is falling everywhere, wetting the public through
I ’ll stand me up beneath an arch, and pause and sadly think—
’Twas at the beer- shop opposite, the Cabmen used to drink.
The Cabmen used to drink ! Away—my fevered dream is o’er;
I could not live a day and know cabs were to be no more.
They’ve cut thee down, exacting one; but legal power is strong:
j You tempted us, mv insolent! you kept it up too long.
W ho said that I had given thee up ? Who said that thou wert sold ?
’Tis false ! ’tis false! Thou ’rt better off, my Cabman, thou art told.
Thus, thus, I leap into thy cab, to ride five miles from town.
Aid when at Acton I alight. I’ll pay thee half-a-crown.
NATURAL HISTORY OF CHOBHAM.
An Appropriate Amendment.
Seeing how extremely difficult it is to get a complaint listened to at
almost any post-office, we think the old simile “ As deaf as a Post ”
might very suitably be altered into “As deaf as a Post-Master.”
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Gipsy. “ Have your Fortune to.ld, my pretty Gentleman ? ”
Pretty Gent. “ Oh ! Lawk ! Don’t mention it ! ”
SPIRITED CONDUCT OF MR. CHARLES KEAN.
Mr. Charles Kean continuing to be exposed to tke
nuisance of criticism, has determined,_ though with much
regret, on a still more decided step in vindication of his
personal dignity than any he has yet taken. Having already
struck off the Free List of the Princess’s Theatre all the
critics who have insolently ventured to express unfavour-
able opinions of his acting, Mr. Kean had hoped that
the public would have taken this warning that he is not
amenable to hostile criticism. In this hope he regrets to
find himself disappointed. Many persons still consider
him a bad actor, and have not shrunk from audaciously
expressing this detestable opinion in and out of the
Princess’s Theatre. Further forbearance on Mr. Kean’s
part would clearly be an act of injustice to himself.
He has, therefore (though at cost of much pain to him-
self), resolved on a measure which he trusts will prevent,
any repetition of this annoyance. Mr. Kean deeply
regrets that Her Majesty, having lately visited the
Haymarket Theatre, was observed (no doubt, in an un
guarded moment,) to laugh at Mr. Braid’s offensive (and
most unsuccessful) imitation of Mr. Kean’s performance
in the Corsican Brothers, which Mr. Buckstone has had
the bad taste to sanction in a ridiculous and entirely un-
successful burlesque or extravaganza, called the Ascent
of Mount Parnassus. This having been brought to Mr.
Kean’s ears (as most acts of the same kind are sure to be),
he has, in consequence, struck Her Majesty’s name off
the Free List of the Princesses Theatre, exclaiming, in the
manner of Richard, and in a tone of dignity which so over-
powered the prompter and stage-manager that he has not
| yet recovered the shock—
“ Off with her name ! so much for Royalty ! ”
Evanescent Art.
The most remarkable exhibition of Dissolving Views is
that of the National Gallery, where, through various
chemical processes and mechanical means, the pictures of
the ancient Masters are undergoing dissolution.
THE PUBLIC’S ADDRESS TO HIS CABMAN.
(imitated from the arar’s address to his steed.)
My insolent, my turbulent! that stands crest-fallen by.
With the recent Cab Act in thy hand, and tear-drops in thine eye,
Try not to overcharge us now, or make our pockets bleed ;
You cannot do it now again—thou 'rt sold, my man, indeed
Fret not with that impatient cough : if surlily inclined.
The nearest station is the place at which redress to find;
The magistrates have now the power to mulct thee of thy gold,
Or send thee off to jail, my friend. Thou ’rt sold, my man, thou ’rt sold.
’Tis well! those old and crazy wheels not many a mile can roam;
After next October you must keep that vehicle at home.
Some other cab less old and torn you shortly must prepare.
With roof not full of crevices, admitting rain and air.
Yes, it must go ! the crazy cab, the old abandoned fly.
Must on thy master’s premises be finally put by;
And in it there some juveniles, who cannot get a ride.
May cram themselves, by climbing up the wheels on every side.
Do they ill-use thee, Cabman ? No ! I’m sure it cannot be ;
You that have bullied half the world, and humbugged even me.
And yet, if haply thou ’rt done up, and for thee we should yearn.
Can the same law that cut thee off compel thee to return r
Return ! alas ! my Cabman bold, what shall the public do,
When rain is falling everywhere, wetting the public through
I ’ll stand me up beneath an arch, and pause and sadly think—
’Twas at the beer- shop opposite, the Cabmen used to drink.
The Cabmen used to drink ! Away—my fevered dream is o’er;
I could not live a day and know cabs were to be no more.
They’ve cut thee down, exacting one; but legal power is strong:
j You tempted us, mv insolent! you kept it up too long.
W ho said that I had given thee up ? Who said that thou wert sold ?
’Tis false ! ’tis false! Thou ’rt better off, my Cabman, thou art told.
Thus, thus, I leap into thy cab, to ride five miles from town.
Aid when at Acton I alight. I’ll pay thee half-a-crown.
NATURAL HISTORY OF CHOBHAM.
An Appropriate Amendment.
Seeing how extremely difficult it is to get a complaint listened to at
almost any post-office, we think the old simile “ As deaf as a Post ”
might very suitably be altered into “As deaf as a Post-Master.”