DOI issue:
May 31, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16617#0229
May 31, 1858.]
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
221
0UOU8
PUNCH'S DERBY PROPHECIES.
In conformity with the practice of his sportirg contemporaries, Mr
Punch publishes, this week, his prophecies as to the result of the race
for the Derby; and having, in imitation of the journals referred to.
engaged a laige staff of prophets, be has no doubt that he will have th(
same right to compliment himself, next week, upon his sagacity, a&
they are in the habit of claiming after any important turf event,
utumaliotis
be suitable just now, that
we almost regret we did
not, sooner suggest them.
But the brilliancy of our
ideas will serve at any rate
to illuminate our window
(when the present number
is displayed there) al-
though we cannot now
expect to see them carried
out in oil and gas.
We would suggest, for
instance, that at Chelsea
Hospital the display
should be significant of
the late investigation. At the back, say, a dissolving view of a
brigade of cavalry, gradually melting to the skeleton of a horse. In
the foreground, Fame (in epaulets and a blaz- of triumph) blowing
his own trumpet, and pointing proudly to the motto—" Lucan a non
hicendo"
At the Horse-Guards there might be displayed an allegorical device,
representing Britannia in the character of Sinbad, with G&nekal
Routine as her Old Man of the Sea. Britannia should be shown as
having her hands tied with red tape, the end of which is held by a
figure in the background, supposed to represent Mr. Frederick Peel.
The Premier might show at his official residence an illumination
that would throw some light upon his Sunday recantation. We should
suggest a JANUs head, to represent the Head of the Government: on
the one side smiling favourably upon what appears to be a deputation of
English workpeople, but showing on the other an ear which seems to
be most "seriously inclined " to a party in Scotch caps, who, by their
attitudes, evidently mean mischief. Being a transparency, the device
(a very stale one) of course will easily be seen through.
The Admiralty might show, as a type of their arrangements, an illu-
minated view of Balaklava Harbour, which might with but little
alteration change to that of the Southampton Docks, as tbey appeared
upon a late most melancholy occasion. In another part should be shown
a broken-down steam-ship, with the words, Sic Transit gloria mundi.
Ia mercy to the public, we should hope the National' Gallery will be
suff ered to remain in total darknes?. Moreover, it would be really pre-
posterous to attempt to make light such a heavy style of architecture.
There mighty however, with some fitness be shown, one or two of the
rejuvenated "Old Masters," which have been made transparencies by
over-scraping.
At, the British Museum we would have displaved a figure of the
Librarian, teaching the young idea how to find a book by the Catalogue.
As we always like to see things put in their true light, we would
suggest that wherever the word '• Peace" is shown, it should be
exhibited in somewhat doubtful colours; and if it were arranged as a
dissolving view, with "Russia" breaking through it, our conception of
the matter would be more nearly realised.
We have but faint hope of ever finding any brilliancy at Exeter Hall:
but should it be deemed prudent, for the sake of the windows, not to
make it, an exception to the rule of general illumination, which will
doubtless be observed with all our other public buildings, we would
suggest, as an appropriate device, a sombre-looking figure in the robes
ot an Archbishop, represented in the act of stamping through a drum,
and thereby, it may be thought, rather putting his foot in it.
From our Regular Prophet.
" Well, old boy, the time has come, tempus fugit, as they say on the sundials. Now
comes the tug of war, and Greek meets Gre*k. Timeo Danaos, but now to stand the
hazard of the die. I am to put a name to the winner. What's in a name, as old Bill
Shakspkare says ? A Derby favourite byanyoth»r name would run as lair. But
here goes, and Old Scratch take the hindmost. Occupat extremum scabies. We can't all
win, that's certain. There are some good horses before me, and also some rum'uns.
The race is not always to the swift, and I may he mistaken. But I should say that
rrpnprnl ih.prp a.rp somp what the favourite trentworth is nothing, the question is what he'11 go worth. As for
general, '''icre «rtJ s!JIIje ( Artillery, he is more honoured in the breech than the observance. The Coroner may
which would so specially [ sit on himself, I shan't lay on him, and Fazzoletto'n fat so let him pass. I should say
that the first to go by the Judge's chair will be Vandermeulin, or Fly by-Night ,but there
will be ' racing and chasing on Cannobie lea.' In choice, however, I place them thus :
(That might have been).
Although the Hlumina-
tions, it is said, are to be
A Jew to Canterbury.
A Ltttle while ago there prevailed among the clergy of the Church
of England a mania for going over to Rome. The Sabbatarian Arch-
bishop of Cant appears to be travelling in quite another direction.
His Grace has adopted the views of the Judaizing fanatics, and we
expect every day to hear that our Primate has gone over to Jerusalem.
Fly-by-Night ................................................... 1
Cannobie ......................................................... 2
Vandermeulin................................................... 3
" And so no more from yours devotedly,— Young Mumps."
From our Irregular Prophet.
" Punchy, my fine fellow, I don't want to prophesy, bnt a word in your ear. Advic
gratis, yet not to be sneezed at. Try Prince's mixture. "Bopps."
From the Stable Bat.
" Mr. Punch.—I was clinging up to the wall, last evening, among the cobwebs in
my accustomed place, before going out after the flies, when I heard somebody, who
shall he nameless, say to somebody, who shall be strictly anonymous, that son ething
with an Italian name, Fatso something, was to do the trick. Put on your tin according
" Yours ever,—Vampire Suckey."
A Squeak from the Bin.
" Mr. Punch,—Tell your readers that the little mouse under the bin has every con-
fidence in Wentworth for the D. Verbui satienti. " Aweek-Aweek."
The Old ' Oman's Notion.
" Dear Sir,—Whether it was a notion, or a bit of a dream, or an old 'oman's non-
sense, never you mind. But fays my wife to me, as she were frying the sassingers this
morning—says she, ' Distillery wins,' says she. ' No such a horse,' says I, ' bnt you 're
always thinking of your drop o' comfort. There 'a Artillery, you old fool.' ' Him's the
boy,' says she. The old 'oman's been right once or twice, Punch.
" The Old 'Oman's Old Man."
From a Well-Informed Correspondent.
"I have looked over all the lot carefully, and you may take my opinion for what it
is worth, when I tell you that the winner will either be Verdant Green or the Field. Tell
your readers to put on in the right quarter, and make no mistakes. In that case tbey
will come off with flying colours. " Sapiens."
From the Small Boy.
"'The Roy' presents his dutiful compliments, and being encouraged to let out his
little mind, lets it out at once, and would do the same if it was twice as little. In
answer to the Inkwhich as to which will win, ' The Boy ' fays Crowner, and no more
at present from " The Boy."
Mr. Punch has thus laid his prophecies before the public, and has
little reason to dread the result. At the same time, the Derby for 185fi
offers peculiar difficulties to a vaccinator, from toe circumstance that
it is impossible to ascertain with any accuracy what are the compara-
tive merits of the horses which are to run, or indeed which horses will
run at all. The fact that Wild Dayrell won last year, with Kingston
second, and Lord of the Isles thiru, does not materially assisr, us in
forming a judgment; nor are we appreciably aided by the consideration
that the Dei by immediately precedes the day appointed for the Peace
rejoicings. But we have done our best to satisfy our patrons, and have no
doubt that we shall conduct them to the goal in triumph. If we were
to add our own belief, we should be inclined to say that the winner of
the Derby, judicio nostro, will be a horse whose initial lettir dis
tinctly founts to that tjpon which the interest of all england
is now concentrated. Tuis is all but naming the animal, and Mr
Punch earnestly recommends his friends to make up their books
accordingly. And so hurrah for the Delightful Derby, not forgetting
nine cheers for the Owdacious Oaks !
An Elysium for Exeter Hall.
We read in the papers that—
" The town of Dunse, which contains a population of between 3,000 and 4,000 souls
does not possess a single public-house."
We should say that, in spite of its name, no Sabbatarians lived in
that same town of Dunse; or else thpy would long before this, by the
stoppage of all national recrea'ion on the Sunday, have driven the poor
people, in sh?er despair and ennui, to have opened a public-house.
"Bands of Hope."—That the bands will, before many Sunday?
are over, play again in our public Parks and Gardens.
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
221
0UOU8
PUNCH'S DERBY PROPHECIES.
In conformity with the practice of his sportirg contemporaries, Mr
Punch publishes, this week, his prophecies as to the result of the race
for the Derby; and having, in imitation of the journals referred to.
engaged a laige staff of prophets, be has no doubt that he will have th(
same right to compliment himself, next week, upon his sagacity, a&
they are in the habit of claiming after any important turf event,
utumaliotis
be suitable just now, that
we almost regret we did
not, sooner suggest them.
But the brilliancy of our
ideas will serve at any rate
to illuminate our window
(when the present number
is displayed there) al-
though we cannot now
expect to see them carried
out in oil and gas.
We would suggest, for
instance, that at Chelsea
Hospital the display
should be significant of
the late investigation. At the back, say, a dissolving view of a
brigade of cavalry, gradually melting to the skeleton of a horse. In
the foreground, Fame (in epaulets and a blaz- of triumph) blowing
his own trumpet, and pointing proudly to the motto—" Lucan a non
hicendo"
At the Horse-Guards there might be displayed an allegorical device,
representing Britannia in the character of Sinbad, with G&nekal
Routine as her Old Man of the Sea. Britannia should be shown as
having her hands tied with red tape, the end of which is held by a
figure in the background, supposed to represent Mr. Frederick Peel.
The Premier might show at his official residence an illumination
that would throw some light upon his Sunday recantation. We should
suggest a JANUs head, to represent the Head of the Government: on
the one side smiling favourably upon what appears to be a deputation of
English workpeople, but showing on the other an ear which seems to
be most "seriously inclined " to a party in Scotch caps, who, by their
attitudes, evidently mean mischief. Being a transparency, the device
(a very stale one) of course will easily be seen through.
The Admiralty might show, as a type of their arrangements, an illu-
minated view of Balaklava Harbour, which might with but little
alteration change to that of the Southampton Docks, as tbey appeared
upon a late most melancholy occasion. In another part should be shown
a broken-down steam-ship, with the words, Sic Transit gloria mundi.
Ia mercy to the public, we should hope the National' Gallery will be
suff ered to remain in total darknes?. Moreover, it would be really pre-
posterous to attempt to make light such a heavy style of architecture.
There mighty however, with some fitness be shown, one or two of the
rejuvenated "Old Masters," which have been made transparencies by
over-scraping.
At, the British Museum we would have displaved a figure of the
Librarian, teaching the young idea how to find a book by the Catalogue.
As we always like to see things put in their true light, we would
suggest that wherever the word '• Peace" is shown, it should be
exhibited in somewhat doubtful colours; and if it were arranged as a
dissolving view, with "Russia" breaking through it, our conception of
the matter would be more nearly realised.
We have but faint hope of ever finding any brilliancy at Exeter Hall:
but should it be deemed prudent, for the sake of the windows, not to
make it, an exception to the rule of general illumination, which will
doubtless be observed with all our other public buildings, we would
suggest, as an appropriate device, a sombre-looking figure in the robes
ot an Archbishop, represented in the act of stamping through a drum,
and thereby, it may be thought, rather putting his foot in it.
From our Regular Prophet.
" Well, old boy, the time has come, tempus fugit, as they say on the sundials. Now
comes the tug of war, and Greek meets Gre*k. Timeo Danaos, but now to stand the
hazard of the die. I am to put a name to the winner. What's in a name, as old Bill
Shakspkare says ? A Derby favourite byanyoth»r name would run as lair. But
here goes, and Old Scratch take the hindmost. Occupat extremum scabies. We can't all
win, that's certain. There are some good horses before me, and also some rum'uns.
The race is not always to the swift, and I may he mistaken. But I should say that
rrpnprnl ih.prp a.rp somp what the favourite trentworth is nothing, the question is what he'11 go worth. As for
general, '''icre «rtJ s!JIIje ( Artillery, he is more honoured in the breech than the observance. The Coroner may
which would so specially [ sit on himself, I shan't lay on him, and Fazzoletto'n fat so let him pass. I should say
that the first to go by the Judge's chair will be Vandermeulin, or Fly by-Night ,but there
will be ' racing and chasing on Cannobie lea.' In choice, however, I place them thus :
(That might have been).
Although the Hlumina-
tions, it is said, are to be
A Jew to Canterbury.
A Ltttle while ago there prevailed among the clergy of the Church
of England a mania for going over to Rome. The Sabbatarian Arch-
bishop of Cant appears to be travelling in quite another direction.
His Grace has adopted the views of the Judaizing fanatics, and we
expect every day to hear that our Primate has gone over to Jerusalem.
Fly-by-Night ................................................... 1
Cannobie ......................................................... 2
Vandermeulin................................................... 3
" And so no more from yours devotedly,— Young Mumps."
From our Irregular Prophet.
" Punchy, my fine fellow, I don't want to prophesy, bnt a word in your ear. Advic
gratis, yet not to be sneezed at. Try Prince's mixture. "Bopps."
From the Stable Bat.
" Mr. Punch.—I was clinging up to the wall, last evening, among the cobwebs in
my accustomed place, before going out after the flies, when I heard somebody, who
shall he nameless, say to somebody, who shall be strictly anonymous, that son ething
with an Italian name, Fatso something, was to do the trick. Put on your tin according
" Yours ever,—Vampire Suckey."
A Squeak from the Bin.
" Mr. Punch,—Tell your readers that the little mouse under the bin has every con-
fidence in Wentworth for the D. Verbui satienti. " Aweek-Aweek."
The Old ' Oman's Notion.
" Dear Sir,—Whether it was a notion, or a bit of a dream, or an old 'oman's non-
sense, never you mind. But fays my wife to me, as she were frying the sassingers this
morning—says she, ' Distillery wins,' says she. ' No such a horse,' says I, ' bnt you 're
always thinking of your drop o' comfort. There 'a Artillery, you old fool.' ' Him's the
boy,' says she. The old 'oman's been right once or twice, Punch.
" The Old 'Oman's Old Man."
From a Well-Informed Correspondent.
"I have looked over all the lot carefully, and you may take my opinion for what it
is worth, when I tell you that the winner will either be Verdant Green or the Field. Tell
your readers to put on in the right quarter, and make no mistakes. In that case tbey
will come off with flying colours. " Sapiens."
From the Small Boy.
"'The Roy' presents his dutiful compliments, and being encouraged to let out his
little mind, lets it out at once, and would do the same if it was twice as little. In
answer to the Inkwhich as to which will win, ' The Boy ' fays Crowner, and no more
at present from " The Boy."
Mr. Punch has thus laid his prophecies before the public, and has
little reason to dread the result. At the same time, the Derby for 185fi
offers peculiar difficulties to a vaccinator, from toe circumstance that
it is impossible to ascertain with any accuracy what are the compara-
tive merits of the horses which are to run, or indeed which horses will
run at all. The fact that Wild Dayrell won last year, with Kingston
second, and Lord of the Isles thiru, does not materially assisr, us in
forming a judgment; nor are we appreciably aided by the consideration
that the Dei by immediately precedes the day appointed for the Peace
rejoicings. But we have done our best to satisfy our patrons, and have no
doubt that we shall conduct them to the goal in triumph. If we were
to add our own belief, we should be inclined to say that the winner of
the Derby, judicio nostro, will be a horse whose initial lettir dis
tinctly founts to that tjpon which the interest of all england
is now concentrated. Tuis is all but naming the animal, and Mr
Punch earnestly recommends his friends to make up their books
accordingly. And so hurrah for the Delightful Derby, not forgetting
nine cheers for the Owdacious Oaks !
An Elysium for Exeter Hall.
We read in the papers that—
" The town of Dunse, which contains a population of between 3,000 and 4,000 souls
does not possess a single public-house."
We should say that, in spite of its name, no Sabbatarians lived in
that same town of Dunse; or else thpy would long before this, by the
stoppage of all national recrea'ion on the Sunday, have driven the poor
people, in sh?er despair and ennui, to have opened a public-house.
"Bands of Hope."—That the bands will, before many Sunday?
are over, play again in our public Parks and Gardens.