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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

ASTONISHING AND GENEROUS EXERTION BY
CATHEDRAL CLERGYMEN.

The newspapers are continually making remarks of a painful nature
on the conduct of Deans and Chapters. It is pleasing to encounter
an opportunity of commenting in a more affectionate spirit on the
behaviour of one of those reverend fraternities. That pleasure is
afforded us by the Morning Post—wherein, under the heading of
“ Divine Service for the Militia,” we read that

“ The necessity of providing some means by which the Militia, in a body, could
attend Divine Service on Sunday, and the difficulty of this being secured by the
ordinary church accommodation available in Exeter, induced, we understand, the Lord
Lieutenant of the county to make an application last week to the Cathedral authorities,
suggesting that an extra service on Sunday in that spacious building would meet the
wishes of his lordship.”

Now, when we consider the average scale on which Deans and
Chapters are remunerated in relation to their average services, and
when, our reflections guided by the Rule of Three, we inquire how
much, at that rate, an extra service of such a description is worth, we
find the sum considerable. A prebend’s sermon is perhaps, as to its
abstract merit, inestimable: a pearl beyond any price: but even its
actual cost may be computed at a high figure. Such a discourse,
gratuitously addressed to a regiment of soldiers, may be regarded as
a donation to them of something handsome per head.

To ask a Cathedral establishment, then, for an extra service, is
asking it for not a little: to perform such a service is to do a munificent
action. Therefore it is highly gratifying to peruse the statement
following:—

“ Notwithstanding, however, the difficulties which intervened, we believe it was the
earnest desire of the authorities at the Cathedral to meet, as far as possible the urgency
of the case, a desire which was manifested by the promptitude with which they acted
on the suggestions made by the Lord Lieutenant. An extra service was fixed, ex-
clusively for the Militia, at half-past eight on Sunday morning, when the whole body
of officers and men assembled within the sacred building, the choir being densely
filled from the organ screen to the altar rails, and such as could not obtain admis-
sion being within bearing in the side aisles. Prayers were read by the Reverend
Chancellor Harington, who also preached an impressive and appropriate sermon.”

Besides, it is announced that on Sunday next, and for the two Sun-
days following, indeed until the Militia are dismissed, the same
service will he performed at the same hour. It should be added, that
the only Canons in residence were the Rev. Chancellor Harington
and the Ven. Archdeacon Moore Stevens, and that the Chancellor
being also Chaplain to the troops, “had, in addition to his duties at
the Cathedral, to provide extra services for both barracks.” The rev-
erend gentleman who has been performing so many extra services,

might almost be supposed to be called Canon of Exeter by a mistake
in pronunciation; his proper title being Canon of Extra. At all events
he ought not to be styled a Canon in Ordinary, for he is an Extraor-
dinary Canon; and in making this observation, it' anybody thinks that
we intend a mere play upon words, he is mistaken; for what we chiefly
wish is to call attention to a fact. That a prebend should occasionally
preach and read prayers of a Sunday a few more times than he is
obliged to do, may hereafter come to be regarded as not so very ex-
traordinary a sacrifice of that otiurn which is enjoyed cum dignitate by
the dignified Clergy. The circumstance, at least, will perhaps not be
thought so extraordinary as to constitute a special case for penny-a-
lining.

NASAL INTELLIGENCE.

One of “ our own Correspondents,” speaking of the Emperor’s late
reception at Lille, remarks, as it appears to us, a rather curious pheno-
menon. “ At about nine o’clock,” he says,

“ The Emperor and Empress drove to the theatre, where there was a most loyal
reception; and, but that the wet clothes and the soaking umbrellas gave out the odours
peculiar to wet coats, the scene would have been splendid.”

How the odours of wet clothes could possibly have prevented the
splendour of the scene, we confess we are rather at a loss to imagine.
For ourselves, we certainly should as soon dream of hearing a sight as
of smelling one. That there exists a certain connection between the
visual and olfactory organs we don’t pretend to dispute. In the ab-
sence of profonnder proof we do remember an “ eye-snuff,” which they
who were up to it of course took nasally. At the same time we cannot
well see how the sense of seeing can be interfered with by the nose,
unless indeed it be a pretematurally long one.

A CHAUNT EOR THE CHOUSED.

Dine ? who’d dine

At eight shillings a head, or even nine,

With the heaviest price for the lightest wine ?
Ah ! that house I know too well,

’Tis your “ first-class ” Hotel:

Sad “Tales of my Landlord” there they tell.
Far better for me
To order tea,

And go dinnerless at that hostelry.

Sleep ? who’d sleep

Where a standing army their quarters keep,
And in countless legions upon you creep P
Ah ! whose form is that I see,—■

A flea! Sirs, a flea!

He cometh to sup off me.

Ear better, say I,

On the sofa to lie ;

I prefer his room to his company

Stay ? who ’d stay

To be bitten and fleeced in this wholesale way,
And live at the rate of a fortune a day ?

Ah ! who ’ll expose their crimes ?

The Times, Sirs, the Times,

The waiter his fee declines;

Tell the landlord from me
Him further I’ll see,

Ere again I’ll be fleeced at his hostelry.

He came—smiled—and said nothing !—Such is Mr. Punch’i
shoit-hand report of the interview granted by the Earl or Claren-
don to the Einsbury deputation on the Eastern quest on.

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