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July to December, 1854
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

121

MARTIAL JUSTICE FOR THE MILLION.

E understand that the fol-
lowing important obser-
vations were addressed by
Major Short of the 146th
.Buffs to a select civil and

WHAT ON EARTH HAS HE DONE

The following paragraph from one of the daily papers has rather
startled ns. It is headed Dr. Peithman !

" Dr. Peitiiman, whose intrusion into the Chapel of Buckingham Palace was reported
in the journals a few weeks since, was sent to Hanwell, after examination before the
Police Magistrate. By the active interference of Mr. Perceval, son of the late Prime
Minister, and the Rev. Dr. Emerton, principal of Hanwell College, aided by the good
military Lircle : j feeling of some of the Middlesex Magistrates, he has been liberated ; but only upon

. . the condition of his leaving the country. This he did on Saturday week with Mr.

1 tell yon what, Sir. Perceval, who will accompany him to Germany.'"

The result of that Perry's
trial is a deuced good thing.
I don't care whether the
sentence was right or
wrong; it has been con-
tinued : and there's an end

Several of what the authorities might call very impertinent questions
crowd upon us after reading this paragraph:—First, What has Dr.
Peithman done ? Secondly, Why send him to a lunatic asylum ? and
Thirdly, If it was proper to send him there, why take him out again ?
t Fourthly, If it was proper to release him, why transport him by ordering
of ifC" The^ood7huiaAs"it'llim out ot' ^e country ? Fifthly, Why has Mr. Perceval expatriated

has shown we may do what
we think proper," [by
" we," the gallant Major
is supposed to have meant
the British Army as repre-
sented by its ruling^ spirits]
" and set public opinion at
defiance. It has shown,
Sir, that we need not care
a dash for that dashed
Press. The merits of the
case were not the question.
The question was, whether
the officers of a Court Martial and a Commander-in-Chief would allow
themselves to he dictated to by a set of newspaper men; a parcel of
dashed fellows, a set of rascals and vagabonds, by Jove, Sir. who get
their living by their wits. Perhaps Perry was an ill-u:ed lad. I dare
say he was. By Jove, Sir, so much the better. The dashed public will
now know that we are not to be controlled by clamour, even if there is
ground for it. This is the case, Sir :—The members of the Court Martial
say to one another, ' This is a bad business. But we've begun it, and
by Jove we must go through with it. Between ourselves, we've made a
mistake; but we musn't be intimidated into owning we 're in the wrong.
That will never do.' So they deliver their sentence, and when it comes
before Lord Hardinge, he says the same thing. ' By Jove,' he says,
'these fellows have been in an awkward position. But there was only
one course for them to take, and they took it, and I must support them
in that course, by Jove.' So his Lordship goes to the Queen and
advises Her Majesty to confirm the sentence. If Her Majesty
objects, the Commander-in-Chief says—with all the proper and
necessary respect—' Ma'am, by Jove, you must.' So the sentence is
confirmed, and the fellow is sent about his business. By Jove, I think
it's a pity he was allowed to sell his commission. The example, to the
Press I mean, and the Public would have been better if he had been
cashiered outright. Now, Sir, another thing. The success that
authority has been asserted with in this affair shows that we might have
a deuced deal better Government than we have at present. Any fellow
that is troublesome, don't stand on ceremony with him—don't be
particular about forms of trial—get a jury that will find him guilty
without boggling; and then tie him up and well lick him : or hang him
oe the next tree. There would be a great outcry, perhaps, and hulla-
tvlloo, but what would that signify ? Or if it did, you might soon stop
it by shooting half-a-dozen of those dashed Editors, or stringing them
up over their own office doors. Show public opinion that you've got
torce on your side, and are determined to use it, and by Jove, Sir, public

himself with Dr. Peithman ? But we might go on asking questions
to all eternity on this very questionable paragraph, which discloses no
other offence on the part of the Doctor than his having attended divine
service uninvited in the chapel of Buckingham Palace.

FRIENDLY ADVICE.

To the Emperor op all the Bussias, greeting, Fundi would say
That for cruel and despotic Czars full long has set the day :
The world with years has wiser grown, and now will tolerate
No government but that which in its laws is moderate.

That tyranny is suicidal history will show :
A nation's vengeance, once aroused, is sure, however slow ;
From furthest age the darkest page in clearest proofs is strong
That the monarchy called absolute is absolutely wrong.

'Tis true that many an instance the good old times afford
Of nations trampled underfoot, and Might o'er Bight the lord ;
Yet many a proof of nation's wrath might even then have shown
That power bought with others' blood is paid for with its own.

Small pains to tell how Nero fell, of cruel tyrants worst,
Or how they slew Caligula, by every Roman cursed ;
Or how the vile Domitian, who profaned the name of lord,
Yet found his mock divinity no shield against the sword.

Nor were it hard to bring the proof a little nearer home,
For tyrants fall in llussia, e'en as tyrants fell in Borne ;
Bear witness, Paul, beneath whose thrall a nation suffered long,
Yet proved at length a nation's strength could expiate its wrong.

Then Nicholas, be warned in time, learn prudence from the past,
Be sure the worm, long undertrodden, yet will turn at last;
Though one may rule e'er many, and believe their spirit gone,
Yet, in the end, the many prove too many for the one.

THE CHABACTEB OF DAls7DO, THE GBEAT OYSTER
EATEIl:—An Elegant Extract.

: This great man died unknown, his greatness almost unacknowledged. And yet b.9
was a genius in his line, if ever there was one. He discovered an opening, where no
, one else did. The world to him was literally an oyster, and he opened it with his sword
Opinion Will knock under. Look around you, Sir, and See what has ; in the shape of a clasp-knife. He devoured oysters as easily as other men breathed.

been done m foreign countries. The same thins: might be done here : His fame filled England as his exploits titled the newspapers Not a police offics

inrl q rlon^o,! rr™A+1-,;^n f ™ V„„ >™ ___a 1?• n i- n/T + • l , where he was not as well known as the magistrate. He was a Gjesar, before whose

and a deuced good thing too. You ve crammed this Court Martial down i conquering sword th0uSands and thousands of natives fell; and will it be believed, it

their throats, Sir : SO much tor a beginning. As to the treatment OI was the fashion to despise, to sneer at this bivalvian conqueror, because it was his proud

Perry, just or unjust, there's an end of the matter."

These remarks, listened to attentively throughout, were greeted at the
conclusion with approving laughter, and cries of "Bravo Major!"
though a doubt was whispered among some of the civilians, whether
the gallant officer was not, and would not be till after the meeting of
Parliament, a little too hasty in saying that the matter had ended.

Lines by Frederick William.

The War is good for Prussian trade,
Then wherefore should I interfere,

While Russian exports, thank blockade,
Can only find an outlet here ?

Exclamation after reading Mr. Patmore's delightful Book

custom not to pay for the natives that every day he sacrificed to his insatiable hunger
and ambition? This mighty Hannibal—for he was as mighty as Hannibal, cutting
himself a path through Fame with a vinegar bottle—was subjected to every contumely.
He was cuffed, collared, locked up, imprisoned, fined, sent to the treadmill! And all
because he would not pay for the paltry bread and butter he bad consumed I How
many persons, I should like to know, are in the habit of paying for their pats and
loaves—their quarterns and pounds of Dorset ? Is it not well known that, in this
miserable ' nation of shopkeepers,' there are hundreds of noblemen who owe hundreds
ot pounds to their bakers, and hundreds more to their buttermongers ? How many
men are there in this haughty England that are not in the debt of their fishmonger, if
not for oysters, at all events for salmon, for red mullet, turbot, prawns, or whitebait.
Oysters were a want, a craving, a fated necessity of Dando's nature. It is wrong to
say he did an injury to the shops where he lived most to eat them. Granted—that he
did not pay for the many dozens he could comfortably stow away at one sitting—still
was the fame of his having been to that shop to be considered nothing? Was his
patronage nothing? was not the name of Dando more than sufficient compensation for
any paltry little bill that might be brought up against him ? In any other country
hut England, where shopkeepers make the laws, aud where characters are nailed to the
counter as relentlessly as bad shillings, Dando would have been made a great man.
But the day will come when a monument will be erected to his memory higher thaai
any grotto, and the very oyster-shells that in his lifetime he threw carelessly away
will be collected carefully together for the purpose of raising it. Then, when full
justice is rendered to the injured character of the Great Dando, will this poor eulogy

~> " /r0m »eiDg eithei y0Ur friend 0r yQQX cnemy i but i of mine'shineTTike the votive offering of a te)low-candie\" brightiyinside it !""-/■«"""■

especially „ue IOrmer. j a private copy of " Patmore's Friends and Acquaintances."
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