Punch (25.1853)

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI

83

A BIT OF SENTIMENT.

(Founded upon a Popular Song.)

“ Well, Frank ! This delightful Camp is nearly over.”

“ Hm, Haw! Ya-as! and if you’ll allow me. I’ll take a last Fond Look, and a—a—lean upon my what dy’e call it,
as the Song says, and a—wipe away a Te—ar ! ”

THE BOUNCE OE A PISTOL.

Sir J. Y. Shelley reads a circular in the House of Commons
summoning certain members to attend on a certain occasion for a
certain party purpose. The document bears the signature of C. H.
Frewen. It is couched in a spirit of low cunning, and tends to reflect
great discredit on its author.

Mr. C. H. Frewen writes to Sir .1. Y. Shelley, demanding to
know from whom he had received this circular; a private letter
presumably given to him in breach of confidence.

Sir J. Y. Shelley replies that the circular was a printed document,
and therefore not entitled to be considered private. Whereupon
Mb. C. H. Frewen (who dates his letters from Cold Overton Hall)
replies that, no matter for that, or in whatever way he got possessed
of it, the man who would read such a letter in such a way
“ Can ’nave no pretensions to call himself a gentleman.”

But stay. We do not say that all this is true. We only say that it
has appeared in the Times. For aught we know, the Times may be a
facetious contemporary, cracking jokes on the head of Mr. Frewen, as
if it were a thick one. We do not mean to say that Mr. Frewen made
such an ass of himself, as lie did make, if his correspondence, as printed
in the Times, is genuine. But, however.

Sir J. V. Shelley—always according to the Times, mind—rejoins
by desiring of Mr. Frewen that the whole of the correspondence
should be published, as the first letter had been, and declining to
answer any more letters. And then:—

“ Mr. Frewen returns this letter unopened. Sir. J. Shelley ought to be aware
that Mr. Frewen cannot receive any more communications from him except through
another person.”

What does Mr. Ere wen mean by this ?—if the nonsense is his really ?
Sorely not the old bluster,, the obsolete bullying trick ; Chalk Farm,

pistols and coffee for two, with cock pheasant also if required for the
satisfaction of a gentleman desiring a bellyfull for breakfast. Not an
invitation to fight a duel; that ridiculous anachronism • the necessary con-
sequence of which in these days, to the principal fools concerned in it,
each of them, must be getting either shot, or imprisoned, or laughed at;
most probably the latter. Shot by the other fool; imprisoned—if not
hanged — for shooting him; or laughed at for neither having shot,
him nor been shot by him; but probably having simply exchanged
with him a blank pop! If Mr. Frewen has indeed been such a
booby as it appears in the Times that he has, Mr. Punch can only say
that he would recommend him to change the designation of Cold
Overton to that of Clod Hall, and to assume the name, together with
the arms, of Boh Acres.

HOMfEOPATHY SUPERSEDED.

Here is a gross libel or a fine satire:—

EXTRAORDINARY ANTI-SURGICAL OPERATION,

THE USE OF THE KNIFE UNNECESSARY.

MR. R. L-, MEDICAL HERBALIST, 15, I-Street,

Roxburgh Terrace, begs respectfully to intimate, that as a great many
Persons have been very desirous to see the Serpent which he extracted alive lately
from the breast of a lady labouring under Cancer, he will be most happy to show it to

those interested, any day from 10 to 12 o’clock, at his house, 15, I-Street.

Edinburgh, 12th August, 1853.

This is either a libel upon somebody or other, glanced at under the
figure of the Serpent : or it is a satire on the gullibility of the
inhabitants of Edinburgh, from the News of which city it is extracted.
The modern Athenians, with all their acuteness, are said to he rather
susceptible subjects for quackery.