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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
93
PUNCH'S ILLUSTRATIONS TO SHAKSPEARE.
" Hear the king's pleasure, Cardinal: who commands you
To render up the Great Seal presently
=— VIII., Act in., Scene 2.
A PARISIAN SOLEMNITY.
Our Parisian contemporaries have been full
of glowing descriptions of what they termed the
"solemnity" which took place at the Grand
Ooera on the occasion of the Queen's State Visit.
The solemnity consisted of a tri ) from William
Tell; some variations sung by Cruvellt ; an
etincelant bolero; le galop cosmopolite ; and, by
way of conclusion, le fameux Gode Save the
Queen. Our vivacious neighbours have an odd
idea of a "solemnity" when they describe by
such a term a sort of medley performance, in
which a bolero and a galop formed the principal
ingredients. We could conceive the title of
"solemnity" being given to a selection from
the Old Masters, whose Ops. present the most
ponderous specimens of abstruse counterpoint;
but to attach the notion of anything solemn to
an entertainment comprising sparkling boleros
and cosmopolitan galops is an idea we cannot
realise.
We can imagine a solemnity made up from
the labours of the old contra-pointists, but there
is a vast difference betweeu the galop of mo-
dern date and the slow coach movements of the
ancient harmonists. With our mercurial neigh-
bours, however, everything is a solemnity, if it
has any object beyond the moment; and as such
we are willing to accept every incident c mnected
with the visit of the Queen to the French
Emperor.
Idiosyncrasy of the Czar.—Some people
faint at the smell of cheese; a cat in a cup-
board will make others uncomfortable. The
Emperor op Russia, who can swallow any
quantity of train-oil, is thrown into fits by the
mere mention of a box of Sardines.
August 27.—Bou:
may have taken twei
and doing. When ':
morn of Austerli*z)-;
fair as Eugenie's, j:
shone on Agincourt:
paper, ready to spit;
Boulogne was so ful:
Hotel windows—En :
nicated to the Gallic:
leather. One enthusjj
dated for a bed with:
being professionally :
heard to assure his jj
have slept more sw© -
the sharper for that :
It touched the Bi:
the British heart-str:
God Save the Queen—:
made to welcome the;
like a sunbeam onw<'E
of the past week,-!:
reine, but une reine \
with the Emperor,!:
a little remorseful about St. Helena, gazed with reverent softened eyes,
at what covered so much dust—dust, that once burned with the
quickening might of myriads! That right hand had hurled thunder-
bolts, every bolt bringing down some throne. One the thunder could
not reach, but still fell short, still went down into the deep that still
hissed in scorn. And now, the gentle woman who adorns that throne,
in her very gentleness embodying the calm strength of England, comes
to the coffin of the dead enemy of her land ; aud in his coffin—the while
the organ peals old England's anthem—buries all dead enmities. Such
an incident is, in its solemnity, the very religion of history. Painters
historical, prepare your palettes !
Punch changes paragraphs, and is again at Boulogne. At five
o'clock, a cannon boomed forth—" Here she comes ! " " She comes "—
" she comes "—bellowed another and another. " She is come," another
bellows, with thundering satisfaction. The magnificent Qdeen has.
returned to Boulogne, and Boulogne fetches a long breath !
There can be no doubt of the magic influence of Paris on the Queen op
England; yes, and on the Queen's first and most dutiful subject,
Prince Albert, late of Saxe-Gotha. The Boulogne mind discerns,
even in the improved bonnet of the Queen of England the blessed in-
fluence of the Paris visit. The Queen's brow is more ample ; a tablet
enlarged to hold greater memories : the Queen's eyes were blue as the
sea at its bluest,—but now, as the sea, they are deep. Her Majesty
has devoured so many wonders, that she has become exalted beyond
mere Britannic royalty. She has eaten and drunk of the ambrosia and
nectar of Pans, and her mien, her looks, declare the influence of the
celestial fare. So speculates and resolves the philosophic mind of
Boulogne!
In a few minutes, and the Queen is prepared to review the troops,
on the Sands. The Champ-de-Mars had been honoured in Paris,—why
not the Champ-de-Neptune in Boulogne ? There were the compact
fellows drawn out, drawn in; and all of them very plainly understanding
their business; a truth Mr. Punch-was immediately convinced of, when
he observed Eield-Ma.rshal Prince Albert give an approving nod.
The Marshal seemed particularly pleased with the marvellous move-
ments of the Chasseurs de Vincennes, who treat war as a practical
joke, and, would have as much fun and no more in dislodging monkeys
from a sugar plantation as in routing regiments of Russians. In fact,
to a Chasseur, a mounted Don Cossack is no more than a monkey on
pony-back.—Nothing can beat the good-temper of these fellows : they
crack a skull as a good joke; and to their teeth bullets are merely
sugar-plums. If there be " dogs of war," then are the Chasseurs war's
playful puppy-dogs ! The review ended, and, it is said by some who
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93
PUNCH'S ILLUSTRATIONS TO SHAKSPEARE.
" Hear the king's pleasure, Cardinal: who commands you
To render up the Great Seal presently
=— VIII., Act in., Scene 2.
A PARISIAN SOLEMNITY.
Our Parisian contemporaries have been full
of glowing descriptions of what they termed the
"solemnity" which took place at the Grand
Ooera on the occasion of the Queen's State Visit.
The solemnity consisted of a tri ) from William
Tell; some variations sung by Cruvellt ; an
etincelant bolero; le galop cosmopolite ; and, by
way of conclusion, le fameux Gode Save the
Queen. Our vivacious neighbours have an odd
idea of a "solemnity" when they describe by
such a term a sort of medley performance, in
which a bolero and a galop formed the principal
ingredients. We could conceive the title of
"solemnity" being given to a selection from
the Old Masters, whose Ops. present the most
ponderous specimens of abstruse counterpoint;
but to attach the notion of anything solemn to
an entertainment comprising sparkling boleros
and cosmopolitan galops is an idea we cannot
realise.
We can imagine a solemnity made up from
the labours of the old contra-pointists, but there
is a vast difference betweeu the galop of mo-
dern date and the slow coach movements of the
ancient harmonists. With our mercurial neigh-
bours, however, everything is a solemnity, if it
has any object beyond the moment; and as such
we are willing to accept every incident c mnected
with the visit of the Queen to the French
Emperor.
Idiosyncrasy of the Czar.—Some people
faint at the smell of cheese; a cat in a cup-
board will make others uncomfortable. The
Emperor op Russia, who can swallow any
quantity of train-oil, is thrown into fits by the
mere mention of a box of Sardines.
August 27.—Bou:
may have taken twei
and doing. When ':
morn of Austerli*z)-;
fair as Eugenie's, j:
shone on Agincourt:
paper, ready to spit;
Boulogne was so ful:
Hotel windows—En :
nicated to the Gallic:
leather. One enthusjj
dated for a bed with:
being professionally :
heard to assure his jj
have slept more sw© -
the sharper for that :
It touched the Bi:
the British heart-str:
God Save the Queen—:
made to welcome the;
like a sunbeam onw<'E
of the past week,-!:
reine, but une reine \
with the Emperor,!:
a little remorseful about St. Helena, gazed with reverent softened eyes,
at what covered so much dust—dust, that once burned with the
quickening might of myriads! That right hand had hurled thunder-
bolts, every bolt bringing down some throne. One the thunder could
not reach, but still fell short, still went down into the deep that still
hissed in scorn. And now, the gentle woman who adorns that throne,
in her very gentleness embodying the calm strength of England, comes
to the coffin of the dead enemy of her land ; aud in his coffin—the while
the organ peals old England's anthem—buries all dead enmities. Such
an incident is, in its solemnity, the very religion of history. Painters
historical, prepare your palettes !
Punch changes paragraphs, and is again at Boulogne. At five
o'clock, a cannon boomed forth—" Here she comes ! " " She comes "—
" she comes "—bellowed another and another. " She is come," another
bellows, with thundering satisfaction. The magnificent Qdeen has.
returned to Boulogne, and Boulogne fetches a long breath !
There can be no doubt of the magic influence of Paris on the Queen op
England; yes, and on the Queen's first and most dutiful subject,
Prince Albert, late of Saxe-Gotha. The Boulogne mind discerns,
even in the improved bonnet of the Queen of England the blessed in-
fluence of the Paris visit. The Queen's brow is more ample ; a tablet
enlarged to hold greater memories : the Queen's eyes were blue as the
sea at its bluest,—but now, as the sea, they are deep. Her Majesty
has devoured so many wonders, that she has become exalted beyond
mere Britannic royalty. She has eaten and drunk of the ambrosia and
nectar of Pans, and her mien, her looks, declare the influence of the
celestial fare. So speculates and resolves the philosophic mind of
Boulogne!
In a few minutes, and the Queen is prepared to review the troops,
on the Sands. The Champ-de-Mars had been honoured in Paris,—why
not the Champ-de-Neptune in Boulogne ? There were the compact
fellows drawn out, drawn in; and all of them very plainly understanding
their business; a truth Mr. Punch-was immediately convinced of, when
he observed Eield-Ma.rshal Prince Albert give an approving nod.
The Marshal seemed particularly pleased with the marvellous move-
ments of the Chasseurs de Vincennes, who treat war as a practical
joke, and, would have as much fun and no more in dislodging monkeys
from a sugar plantation as in routing regiments of Russians. In fact,
to a Chasseur, a mounted Don Cossack is no more than a monkey on
pony-back.—Nothing can beat the good-temper of these fellows : they
crack a skull as a good joke; and to their teeth bullets are merely
sugar-plums. If there be " dogs of war," then are the Chasseurs war's
playful puppy-dogs ! The review ended, and, it is said by some who
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