DOI Heft:
October 13, 1855
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October 13, 1855.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
151
RACHEL WRITING IN NEW YORK.
very garbled letter of Rachel's has
appeared in the papers. The letter
purported to be a reply to certain of
her fellow-countrymen, who on the
natal day of old chivalrous Lafay-
ette, ingenuously desired the Hebrew
maiden to sing to them, as she had
been wont to sing seven years before,
t he Marseillaise at the Theatre Fran-
eais. Magnificently, too, did she
chant that strain—those notes that
have beaten like " the double, double,
doable dram" upon the hearts of
generations. She seemed to glide
upon the stage, moving like a snake
erect; and clutching the tricolor
about her, as though in its web were
the charm of her existence, she mut-
teringly chanted that grand air, as
though beneath the doomed thrones
of kings, she sybil-like chanted their
universal downfall. Now such a
sybil could hardly have written the
"etter that Jonathan has printed in
her name. Punch is fortunate that
he can give the true copy :—
"Dear Countrymen,—It is seven
years since, in public, I sang the
Marseillaise, although daily I sing
it for my own patriotic consolation. Then, Delamartine was thun-
dering, like another Mirabeau, at the Hotel de Ville, and the barri-
cades of Paris were not removed. Under those circumstances, &je ne
sais quoi give m>; something that resembled a voice. Now, the empire
is peace ; and were I to make the least effort to sing the Marseillaise
in New York, I feel that, on my return to Paris, I should be compelled
to sing very small indeed. Remembering what the Marseillaise was,
and as the Ophelia of the divine Williams says, ''seeing what I have
seen, seeing what I see," I often feel exhausted after thinking of it.
" As a daughter of Israel, I should really fear to do wrong to interests
no other than my own if I were to augment my fatigues.
" You will, I am sure, believe as much as myself in the deep regret
which 1 feel at this moment,— (what 1 may be permitted by my strength
to do on my next visit events must say)—at not daring to promise what
PRIVACY IN SCOTTISH INNS.
The "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled," shed their blood in com-
pany with that hero from a strong objection which they entertained to
" chains and slavery." The slavery, however, consisted in foreign
domination, and the chains were of alien manufacture ; but our Cale-
donian friends now submit to be bound hand and foot by native tyranny
exercised through the Act of a species of busy bailie body. Not that we
mean to say that Ms. Forbes Mackenzie is literally a bailie—we
mention this to save him the trouble of writing, perhaps, and informing
us that he is some other kind of Scotch magistrate. This gentleman
appears to have been devoting his energies to the diminution of the
comfort of Scotch inns, as far as comfort is comprised in toddy.
Such, at least, is the natural inference from a letter signed " Bona
Fide," which lately appeared in the Scotsman, headed "Fobbes
Mackenzie's Act," and stating that a respectable tavern-keeper in
Leven had just been fined £1 5s., with 15,? expenses by a bench of
Cupar justices, under the circumstances following :—
" At the last annual fair in Leven, on the 4th July last, a gentleman from Lochgelly
put up at the tavern-keeper's and engaged his bed for the night. Although the even-
ing of the annual fair, the tavern-keeper's house was cleared before eleven o'clock p m.,
and the traveller from Lochgelly retired to bis bedroom, where he was furnished, some
time T>t>.Jore eleven o'clock p.m., with a gill of whisky and cold water. After eleven,
p.m., the police constable demanded" admittance, and went through the house. He
found the Lochgelly gentleman in his bed-room with whisky and water on the table,
and reported the case. The tavern-keeper was summoned at the instance of the Super-
intendent of Police, and on the case being called yesterday, he gave the above expla-
nation, and submitted to the Justices whether he had contravened the statute. The
Police Superintendent thereupon rose and stated, that if a drop of whisky was found in
a public-bouse before a traveller, even in his bed-room, after eleven o'clock at night,
the keeper of the public-house was clearly liable in a penalty under the statute. The
Justices adopted this view, and the tavern-keeper was fined, as already stated, the
Justices warning him to take better care in future. T or, »
° I am, dec, Uona f ide.
When a policeman can walk into a man's bed-room, in order to see
whether or no he is drinking grog at a late hour, without incurring the
peril of being legally kicked out again, the decree of personal liberty,
to which a people amongst whom that possibility exists has descended,
may he said to be low. Are there no exemptions from liability to this
surveillance of the Police? If so, the Highlands will be a very unsuit-
able destination for any tourist wearing petticoats other than tartan,
and reaching below the knee. Sex constitutes no exemption from
being taken ill in the night, and wanting a drop of brandy—or whisky.
It might pay an officious constable in Scotland to watch hotels late of
nights, mark any sudden light appearing in the window, rush up and
demand entrance, and get considerably bribed for waiving his right of
intrusion into a lady's chamber. Her Majesty, on her way to Bal-
moral, if she ever chose to put up for a night at a hotel, may run the
you wish for me. _ risk of being much incommoded by some over-active and fanatica
"I did love to sing the Marseillaise as much as I now love to play officer. The happy pairs who leave St. George's, Hanover Square, will
my unest part in Corneille, but—but—nous avons change tout cela,
N'est-ce pas ?
" Accept (not the Marseillaise) but the assurance of my distinguished
sentiments— . "Rachel.
" P.S. In the home of their adopted country, if 1 know anything of at
least the hearts of Frenchmen, I must know that the native airs of that
country must by adoption be dear to their bosoms. Flence, it will give
me great pleasure to execute Yankee-Doodle. This beautiful, but
inspiring air, whilst it animates all the emotions that must ever fire the
American breast, is, nevertheless, I venture to hope, still within the
compass of my voice ; or, pardonnez-moi, that je ne sais quoi that
resembles a voice."
Parliamentary Intelligence.
Mr. Bebnal Osborne, it is said, is busily engaged in putting the
finishing touches of caustic to a tremendous Philippic he intends
delivering against the Protectionists next season. The speech is the
same that the clever Secretary of the Admiralty had prepared against
the present Ministry just before he accepted office ; but it is found that
with a few alterations, and of names principally, the speech will answer
just as well now as then, and that there is no fear of a single " point "
being lost to the country.
I don't Believe you, my Boy.
To the category of Old Boys, which used to be limited to Post-boys
*ad Pot-boys, we must now add the whole tribe of Beggar-boys; for we
perceive that a book has been recently published called the Autobio-
graphy of a Beggar-Boy, comprising his fifty, years' experience. We
have seen Post-boys old enough to have reached their second childhood,
but this autobiographical Beggar-boy may be said literally to beggar
every other description of boy by the duration of his puerility.
Pee ! Fi ! Fo ! Fa ! Fum !— The reason why a Doctor always
feels the pulse is, we suppose, that he should not leave his patient
tee(l)-less ?
not so often quit that sacred and fashionable edifice for the vicinity of
Ben Nevis and Loch Lomond, as such beatified parties used to do
before the Act of this Mackenzie gave such very extraordinary powers
to constables, in order to check the consumption of the produce of
Islay and Glenlivat.
Dropping a Line.
The clever fellows who undertook to lay down the electric telegraph
for communication between England and America have laid it down so
thoroughly that nobody can get it up again. The whole of the cable
has dropped into the ocean, and the only person who will receive any
communication through this telegraph is old Fatheb Neptune, who is
destined to be literally " troubled with a line," for a large twisted rope
at the bottom of one's bed must be a source of very considerable
annoyance.__
great benefit of the country.
A regular Cockney savs: " There is certainly one decided advan-
tage that a person derives from living in the country; and that is, it
enables him to wear out his old clothes and boots, and_ to put on such
worn-out shabby things generally as he never could think of wearing 1a
town."___
A Certainty as Safe as the Bank.
A Bank-note is frequently cut in two, and sent on different
da\y3 through the Post to ensure its safe delivery. And so it is with
Sebastopol; we have already received one-half, and expect the remit-
tance of the other half by the arrival of the next despatches.
from the highlands.
A very suspicious-looking Eagle has been observed hovering about
the Royal palace of Balmoral. It is supposed that the bird of lll-omea
has an eve towards Heb Majesty's dove cote.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
151
RACHEL WRITING IN NEW YORK.
very garbled letter of Rachel's has
appeared in the papers. The letter
purported to be a reply to certain of
her fellow-countrymen, who on the
natal day of old chivalrous Lafay-
ette, ingenuously desired the Hebrew
maiden to sing to them, as she had
been wont to sing seven years before,
t he Marseillaise at the Theatre Fran-
eais. Magnificently, too, did she
chant that strain—those notes that
have beaten like " the double, double,
doable dram" upon the hearts of
generations. She seemed to glide
upon the stage, moving like a snake
erect; and clutching the tricolor
about her, as though in its web were
the charm of her existence, she mut-
teringly chanted that grand air, as
though beneath the doomed thrones
of kings, she sybil-like chanted their
universal downfall. Now such a
sybil could hardly have written the
"etter that Jonathan has printed in
her name. Punch is fortunate that
he can give the true copy :—
"Dear Countrymen,—It is seven
years since, in public, I sang the
Marseillaise, although daily I sing
it for my own patriotic consolation. Then, Delamartine was thun-
dering, like another Mirabeau, at the Hotel de Ville, and the barri-
cades of Paris were not removed. Under those circumstances, &je ne
sais quoi give m>; something that resembled a voice. Now, the empire
is peace ; and were I to make the least effort to sing the Marseillaise
in New York, I feel that, on my return to Paris, I should be compelled
to sing very small indeed. Remembering what the Marseillaise was,
and as the Ophelia of the divine Williams says, ''seeing what I have
seen, seeing what I see," I often feel exhausted after thinking of it.
" As a daughter of Israel, I should really fear to do wrong to interests
no other than my own if I were to augment my fatigues.
" You will, I am sure, believe as much as myself in the deep regret
which 1 feel at this moment,— (what 1 may be permitted by my strength
to do on my next visit events must say)—at not daring to promise what
PRIVACY IN SCOTTISH INNS.
The "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled," shed their blood in com-
pany with that hero from a strong objection which they entertained to
" chains and slavery." The slavery, however, consisted in foreign
domination, and the chains were of alien manufacture ; but our Cale-
donian friends now submit to be bound hand and foot by native tyranny
exercised through the Act of a species of busy bailie body. Not that we
mean to say that Ms. Forbes Mackenzie is literally a bailie—we
mention this to save him the trouble of writing, perhaps, and informing
us that he is some other kind of Scotch magistrate. This gentleman
appears to have been devoting his energies to the diminution of the
comfort of Scotch inns, as far as comfort is comprised in toddy.
Such, at least, is the natural inference from a letter signed " Bona
Fide," which lately appeared in the Scotsman, headed "Fobbes
Mackenzie's Act," and stating that a respectable tavern-keeper in
Leven had just been fined £1 5s., with 15,? expenses by a bench of
Cupar justices, under the circumstances following :—
" At the last annual fair in Leven, on the 4th July last, a gentleman from Lochgelly
put up at the tavern-keeper's and engaged his bed for the night. Although the even-
ing of the annual fair, the tavern-keeper's house was cleared before eleven o'clock p m.,
and the traveller from Lochgelly retired to bis bedroom, where he was furnished, some
time T>t>.Jore eleven o'clock p.m., with a gill of whisky and cold water. After eleven,
p.m., the police constable demanded" admittance, and went through the house. He
found the Lochgelly gentleman in his bed-room with whisky and water on the table,
and reported the case. The tavern-keeper was summoned at the instance of the Super-
intendent of Police, and on the case being called yesterday, he gave the above expla-
nation, and submitted to the Justices whether he had contravened the statute. The
Police Superintendent thereupon rose and stated, that if a drop of whisky was found in
a public-bouse before a traveller, even in his bed-room, after eleven o'clock at night,
the keeper of the public-house was clearly liable in a penalty under the statute. The
Justices adopted this view, and the tavern-keeper was fined, as already stated, the
Justices warning him to take better care in future. T or, »
° I am, dec, Uona f ide.
When a policeman can walk into a man's bed-room, in order to see
whether or no he is drinking grog at a late hour, without incurring the
peril of being legally kicked out again, the decree of personal liberty,
to which a people amongst whom that possibility exists has descended,
may he said to be low. Are there no exemptions from liability to this
surveillance of the Police? If so, the Highlands will be a very unsuit-
able destination for any tourist wearing petticoats other than tartan,
and reaching below the knee. Sex constitutes no exemption from
being taken ill in the night, and wanting a drop of brandy—or whisky.
It might pay an officious constable in Scotland to watch hotels late of
nights, mark any sudden light appearing in the window, rush up and
demand entrance, and get considerably bribed for waiving his right of
intrusion into a lady's chamber. Her Majesty, on her way to Bal-
moral, if she ever chose to put up for a night at a hotel, may run the
you wish for me. _ risk of being much incommoded by some over-active and fanatica
"I did love to sing the Marseillaise as much as I now love to play officer. The happy pairs who leave St. George's, Hanover Square, will
my unest part in Corneille, but—but—nous avons change tout cela,
N'est-ce pas ?
" Accept (not the Marseillaise) but the assurance of my distinguished
sentiments— . "Rachel.
" P.S. In the home of their adopted country, if 1 know anything of at
least the hearts of Frenchmen, I must know that the native airs of that
country must by adoption be dear to their bosoms. Flence, it will give
me great pleasure to execute Yankee-Doodle. This beautiful, but
inspiring air, whilst it animates all the emotions that must ever fire the
American breast, is, nevertheless, I venture to hope, still within the
compass of my voice ; or, pardonnez-moi, that je ne sais quoi that
resembles a voice."
Parliamentary Intelligence.
Mr. Bebnal Osborne, it is said, is busily engaged in putting the
finishing touches of caustic to a tremendous Philippic he intends
delivering against the Protectionists next season. The speech is the
same that the clever Secretary of the Admiralty had prepared against
the present Ministry just before he accepted office ; but it is found that
with a few alterations, and of names principally, the speech will answer
just as well now as then, and that there is no fear of a single " point "
being lost to the country.
I don't Believe you, my Boy.
To the category of Old Boys, which used to be limited to Post-boys
*ad Pot-boys, we must now add the whole tribe of Beggar-boys; for we
perceive that a book has been recently published called the Autobio-
graphy of a Beggar-Boy, comprising his fifty, years' experience. We
have seen Post-boys old enough to have reached their second childhood,
but this autobiographical Beggar-boy may be said literally to beggar
every other description of boy by the duration of his puerility.
Pee ! Fi ! Fo ! Fa ! Fum !— The reason why a Doctor always
feels the pulse is, we suppose, that he should not leave his patient
tee(l)-less ?
not so often quit that sacred and fashionable edifice for the vicinity of
Ben Nevis and Loch Lomond, as such beatified parties used to do
before the Act of this Mackenzie gave such very extraordinary powers
to constables, in order to check the consumption of the produce of
Islay and Glenlivat.
Dropping a Line.
The clever fellows who undertook to lay down the electric telegraph
for communication between England and America have laid it down so
thoroughly that nobody can get it up again. The whole of the cable
has dropped into the ocean, and the only person who will receive any
communication through this telegraph is old Fatheb Neptune, who is
destined to be literally " troubled with a line," for a large twisted rope
at the bottom of one's bed must be a source of very considerable
annoyance.__
great benefit of the country.
A regular Cockney savs: " There is certainly one decided advan-
tage that a person derives from living in the country; and that is, it
enables him to wear out his old clothes and boots, and_ to put on such
worn-out shabby things generally as he never could think of wearing 1a
town."___
A Certainty as Safe as the Bank.
A Bank-note is frequently cut in two, and sent on different
da\y3 through the Post to ensure its safe delivery. And so it is with
Sebastopol; we have already received one-half, and expect the remit-
tance of the other half by the arrival of the next despatches.
from the highlands.
A very suspicious-looking Eagle has been observed hovering about
the Royal palace of Balmoral. It is supposed that the bird of lll-omea
has an eve towards Heb Majesty's dove cote.