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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
205
whole work is flooded with Eastern light. The details represent? g
the camp equipage, &c. of the English nobleman, who is smoking his
chibouque in the foreground, (the present Marquis op London-
derry, we believe,) are made out with a finish that cannot be exceeded.
We might quarrel with the labour bestowed on mere accessories, were
they not of importance as marking the contrast of Arab life in its
naked simplicity, with the artificial wants, and ingenious appliances of
Frank civilisation, in its highest form."
"140. Peat-Gatherers, North Wales. D. Cox—A work we are
sorry to see, as it shows utter carelessness, if we should not rather say,
incapacity of execution. It is all smudge, and scrawl, and blotch, and
daub—Dot a form made out, not a passage, either of the landscape or
figures, intelligibly and accurately rendered. Such a style as this can
only exercise the most pernicious influence on our rising artists, to
whom our earnest advice is, Eschew David Cox."
(From Newspaper article on Old Water Colour Society's Exhibition,
No. 2.)
" 134. Frank Encampment near Mount Sinai, &c. &c, John Lewis.—
A hard, Freraphaelite work, with all that ignoring of distance and pre-
tentious exaggeration of detail characteristic of the School. Where
does Mr. Lewis find nature without shadows—with a red ground and
a green sky ? The character of the subject renders the gross bad-<aste of
this style of work more glaring, tven, than usual. How can we call
up to ouiselves the awfulness of desert-nature, and the simplicity of
desert-life, amidst this idle parade of cane-backed chairs, and guns, and
coffee-pots, and dressing-cases, and pickles and Skye-terriers ? Imagine
the Quarterly Review under the shadow—(no—Mr. Lewis ht^ no
shadow), in the light of Mount Sinai! The work is iu every way vicious
and untrue."
"140, Peat-Gatherers, North Wales. David Cox.—A noble work of
a grand old master—one of those dark, heather-purpled moors, which Old
Cox loves so well, and paints so lovingly. Seen near, all is confusion
and hap-hazard of lines and colours. But go to a little distance, and
every blotch becomes a boulder, or a heatber-patch, or a sullen glimmer
of bog-water—every random sweep of brush a lump of rain-cloud, or a
woman, ladeu with peat, struggling up over stone and tuif-hassock.
In such scenes David Cox reigns supreme. In them we see the fruits
of his fifty years familiarity with the scenery that lies sound the ro-
mantic region of Bettws—where Cox has pitched his tent any summer
of the last half-century. Our advice to the young artist is—'Avoid
the liny minuteness of John Lewis, and seek the masterly breadth of
David Cox.' " [Andpoor Public reads and is bewildered.
And this is the way Pictures are judged now-a-days.
A NOTE TO SIR PETER LAURIE.
A CRITICAL POSITION.
A Colonial critic makes a very extraordinary revelation in an Aus-
tralian Paper, from which we quote the following:—
"It has been our good fortune to have witnessed some of the greatest successes which
have been achieved in the history of music and the drama. We have seen ladies
carried Irom a theatre after Makio's terrible rendering of the death-scene in ' Luirezia
Borgia' and we have heard an uninterrupted ovation of ten minutes' duration greet
Alboni lor the magnificent recklessness she has thrown into the brandisi."
We confess that with all our experience, which however seems to be
less extensive than that of the Antipodean Jenkins, we never were
present at any performance where it was necessary to carry out some
of the female part of the audience, except perhaps on Boxing Night at
the Victoria. We have heard Alboni pretty frequently, but we never
recollect a perfoimance being interrupted for ten minutes by an
"ovation," which we are quite sure would have been cut short by a
general cry on the part of everybody to "turn out" everybody else,
which is the invariable climax of a long protracted theatrical clamour.
The enthusiasm of an Australian audience seems, however, to surpass
anything that has ever been witnessed in the New World, and the pro-
duction of an opera by Elotow appears to have astonished even the
critic, who had seen ladies dragged out of the house after listening to
Mario.
If this sort of thing was really surpassed in Australia, we can only
conceive that both sexes were equally upset by the performance, and
that the lobbies were strewn with fainting men as well as with hys-
terical women. What became of the Critic himself does not appear,
but it would be on the whole, advantageous to Society, if his enthu-
siasm would run away with him and never bring him back again.
A LETTERED POLICE.
Mr. Punch has been requested to publish the following note to Sir
Peter Laurie; and although the writer is hardly of a class to be
much considered by Punch, nevertheless, as the epistle may impart a
peculiar pleasure to Sir Peter, Punch cannot, in his admiration of
the auricular wisdom of the Alderman, suppress it.
"SirPkter, " Fogle Court, May 18.
"You're a brick, and no mistake. I've been these three
Sundays to the Parks to hear the music; going there, as I may say, |
professionally to pick pockets. Somehow or the other, the music raised | owners. When young ladies are liable to be so shamefully cuffed by
HE Police, by recommendation of the
Hyde-Park Commission, and under
the auspices of Sir Richard Maine,
are henceforth to be legible. Hitherto
A. 1, end B. 2, have been so freaked
about by scioil-work that, when a
young lady has been violently smittea
on her neck and bosom by a police-
man, she has not, in the agitation of
the moment, been able to pick out,
even though blest with the brightest
and quickest eye, the public function-
ary who has otherwise made so alarm-
ing an impression upon her. And now
all this is remedied. The letters and
figures remain pure and simple as
their bearers; all the "outward flou-
rishes thereof," as politic Polonius
would say, being removed ; doubtless
a great comfort to the men them-
selves, whose flourishes of truncheons
may now, without mistake, he set
down to the immediate credit of their
me above my bus'ness, and I don:t know how it was, but I didn't prig the police, it is very desirable that the police themselves should be
a single wipe. To-day, all music being put down in the Parks, I went properly collared. _
to Hyssop Chapel, and can't have cleared less than thirty shillings. -
Your grateful Servant, Charles Bates, Jun." THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE.
We see it gravely stated by the Paris Correspondent of a weekly
contemporary that—
" The principal theatrical news of the day here is, that Ceeito is studying singing,
and is to debuter at the Opera in London in the capacity of cantatrice."
As a pendant to this statement we are in a position to announce, that
the opera in which Cerito will appear as prima donna will be followed
by the screaming farce of Binks the Bagman, in which Herr' Formes
will sustain the principal part. We are also informed, upon as credible
authority, that a pantomime is now being rehearsed at the Lyceum, iu
which Madame Grisi is expected to debuter zs, Columbine, and Signor
LaBlache to display his agility as Harlequin.
Similar novelties may be looked for on our English boards. Mr.
Buckstone, it is rumoured, intends in future to devote himself to
tragedy; and will shortly make his first appearance in Othello, sup-
A Dead Letter. ported by Mr. Keeley as logo; Mr. Charles Kean having in the
. ,. , kindest manner volunteered his services to sing a comic song between
Several persons have been confounding Mr. Baines, the letter- the acts. We believe, however, it is as vet a little doubtful whether
writer against Sunday music, with Mr^ Baines the Cabinet Minister, he will choose Fillikins or the Ratcatcher's Daughter
and late President of the Poor-Law Board. We are authorised (by
the facts) to state that the Minister is the Right Hon. M. T. Baines,
while the other party is not exactly M. T., but empty Baines of
Leeds.
HARD LINES FOR JOHN BULL.
I am one hundred million out of pocket,
And therefore I am glad the Fight is o'er,
So glad that I shall let off squib and rocket,
And blaze away about eight thousand more.
At Doomsday I suppose I shall get rid
Of Income-Tax which War has fixed upon me ;
And to illuminate I'm also bid :
Oh, Viscount Palmerston, have mercy on me !
How to Converse.—The thread of conversation is sustained
amongst several persons by each knowing when to take a stitch in time.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
205
whole work is flooded with Eastern light. The details represent? g
the camp equipage, &c. of the English nobleman, who is smoking his
chibouque in the foreground, (the present Marquis op London-
derry, we believe,) are made out with a finish that cannot be exceeded.
We might quarrel with the labour bestowed on mere accessories, were
they not of importance as marking the contrast of Arab life in its
naked simplicity, with the artificial wants, and ingenious appliances of
Frank civilisation, in its highest form."
"140. Peat-Gatherers, North Wales. D. Cox—A work we are
sorry to see, as it shows utter carelessness, if we should not rather say,
incapacity of execution. It is all smudge, and scrawl, and blotch, and
daub—Dot a form made out, not a passage, either of the landscape or
figures, intelligibly and accurately rendered. Such a style as this can
only exercise the most pernicious influence on our rising artists, to
whom our earnest advice is, Eschew David Cox."
(From Newspaper article on Old Water Colour Society's Exhibition,
No. 2.)
" 134. Frank Encampment near Mount Sinai, &c. &c, John Lewis.—
A hard, Freraphaelite work, with all that ignoring of distance and pre-
tentious exaggeration of detail characteristic of the School. Where
does Mr. Lewis find nature without shadows—with a red ground and
a green sky ? The character of the subject renders the gross bad-<aste of
this style of work more glaring, tven, than usual. How can we call
up to ouiselves the awfulness of desert-nature, and the simplicity of
desert-life, amidst this idle parade of cane-backed chairs, and guns, and
coffee-pots, and dressing-cases, and pickles and Skye-terriers ? Imagine
the Quarterly Review under the shadow—(no—Mr. Lewis ht^ no
shadow), in the light of Mount Sinai! The work is iu every way vicious
and untrue."
"140, Peat-Gatherers, North Wales. David Cox.—A noble work of
a grand old master—one of those dark, heather-purpled moors, which Old
Cox loves so well, and paints so lovingly. Seen near, all is confusion
and hap-hazard of lines and colours. But go to a little distance, and
every blotch becomes a boulder, or a heatber-patch, or a sullen glimmer
of bog-water—every random sweep of brush a lump of rain-cloud, or a
woman, ladeu with peat, struggling up over stone and tuif-hassock.
In such scenes David Cox reigns supreme. In them we see the fruits
of his fifty years familiarity with the scenery that lies sound the ro-
mantic region of Bettws—where Cox has pitched his tent any summer
of the last half-century. Our advice to the young artist is—'Avoid
the liny minuteness of John Lewis, and seek the masterly breadth of
David Cox.' " [Andpoor Public reads and is bewildered.
And this is the way Pictures are judged now-a-days.
A NOTE TO SIR PETER LAURIE.
A CRITICAL POSITION.
A Colonial critic makes a very extraordinary revelation in an Aus-
tralian Paper, from which we quote the following:—
"It has been our good fortune to have witnessed some of the greatest successes which
have been achieved in the history of music and the drama. We have seen ladies
carried Irom a theatre after Makio's terrible rendering of the death-scene in ' Luirezia
Borgia' and we have heard an uninterrupted ovation of ten minutes' duration greet
Alboni lor the magnificent recklessness she has thrown into the brandisi."
We confess that with all our experience, which however seems to be
less extensive than that of the Antipodean Jenkins, we never were
present at any performance where it was necessary to carry out some
of the female part of the audience, except perhaps on Boxing Night at
the Victoria. We have heard Alboni pretty frequently, but we never
recollect a perfoimance being interrupted for ten minutes by an
"ovation," which we are quite sure would have been cut short by a
general cry on the part of everybody to "turn out" everybody else,
which is the invariable climax of a long protracted theatrical clamour.
The enthusiasm of an Australian audience seems, however, to surpass
anything that has ever been witnessed in the New World, and the pro-
duction of an opera by Elotow appears to have astonished even the
critic, who had seen ladies dragged out of the house after listening to
Mario.
If this sort of thing was really surpassed in Australia, we can only
conceive that both sexes were equally upset by the performance, and
that the lobbies were strewn with fainting men as well as with hys-
terical women. What became of the Critic himself does not appear,
but it would be on the whole, advantageous to Society, if his enthu-
siasm would run away with him and never bring him back again.
A LETTERED POLICE.
Mr. Punch has been requested to publish the following note to Sir
Peter Laurie; and although the writer is hardly of a class to be
much considered by Punch, nevertheless, as the epistle may impart a
peculiar pleasure to Sir Peter, Punch cannot, in his admiration of
the auricular wisdom of the Alderman, suppress it.
"SirPkter, " Fogle Court, May 18.
"You're a brick, and no mistake. I've been these three
Sundays to the Parks to hear the music; going there, as I may say, |
professionally to pick pockets. Somehow or the other, the music raised | owners. When young ladies are liable to be so shamefully cuffed by
HE Police, by recommendation of the
Hyde-Park Commission, and under
the auspices of Sir Richard Maine,
are henceforth to be legible. Hitherto
A. 1, end B. 2, have been so freaked
about by scioil-work that, when a
young lady has been violently smittea
on her neck and bosom by a police-
man, she has not, in the agitation of
the moment, been able to pick out,
even though blest with the brightest
and quickest eye, the public function-
ary who has otherwise made so alarm-
ing an impression upon her. And now
all this is remedied. The letters and
figures remain pure and simple as
their bearers; all the "outward flou-
rishes thereof," as politic Polonius
would say, being removed ; doubtless
a great comfort to the men them-
selves, whose flourishes of truncheons
may now, without mistake, he set
down to the immediate credit of their
me above my bus'ness, and I don:t know how it was, but I didn't prig the police, it is very desirable that the police themselves should be
a single wipe. To-day, all music being put down in the Parks, I went properly collared. _
to Hyssop Chapel, and can't have cleared less than thirty shillings. -
Your grateful Servant, Charles Bates, Jun." THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE.
We see it gravely stated by the Paris Correspondent of a weekly
contemporary that—
" The principal theatrical news of the day here is, that Ceeito is studying singing,
and is to debuter at the Opera in London in the capacity of cantatrice."
As a pendant to this statement we are in a position to announce, that
the opera in which Cerito will appear as prima donna will be followed
by the screaming farce of Binks the Bagman, in which Herr' Formes
will sustain the principal part. We are also informed, upon as credible
authority, that a pantomime is now being rehearsed at the Lyceum, iu
which Madame Grisi is expected to debuter zs, Columbine, and Signor
LaBlache to display his agility as Harlequin.
Similar novelties may be looked for on our English boards. Mr.
Buckstone, it is rumoured, intends in future to devote himself to
tragedy; and will shortly make his first appearance in Othello, sup-
A Dead Letter. ported by Mr. Keeley as logo; Mr. Charles Kean having in the
. ,. , kindest manner volunteered his services to sing a comic song between
Several persons have been confounding Mr. Baines, the letter- the acts. We believe, however, it is as vet a little doubtful whether
writer against Sunday music, with Mr^ Baines the Cabinet Minister, he will choose Fillikins or the Ratcatcher's Daughter
and late President of the Poor-Law Board. We are authorised (by
the facts) to state that the Minister is the Right Hon. M. T. Baines,
while the other party is not exactly M. T., but empty Baines of
Leeds.
HARD LINES FOR JOHN BULL.
I am one hundred million out of pocket,
And therefore I am glad the Fight is o'er,
So glad that I shall let off squib and rocket,
And blaze away about eight thousand more.
At Doomsday I suppose I shall get rid
Of Income-Tax which War has fixed upon me ;
And to illuminate I'm also bid :
Oh, Viscount Palmerston, have mercy on me !
How to Converse.—The thread of conversation is sustained
amongst several persons by each knowing when to take a stitch in time.