DOI issue:
June 7, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16617#0240
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[June 7, 1856.
PUNCH RIGHT FOR THE DERBY!
PUNCH RIGHT AGAIH !!
PUNCH ALWAYS RIGHT !! !
Hurrah—hooray ! Right, again! There is but one
Ellington, and Punch was his Prophet! Hurrah ! Hooray !
Having thus relieved his mind, in some degree, and beii g
slightly better, Mr. Punch proceeds to congi atulate Irs
friends upon the success they must have had on the Derby
Day. He foretold the Winner, and every one of the other
Prophets foretold everything but the Winner. The Sunday
'times gave you Fazzoletto and Artillery against the Field ;
Bell's Life gave you Cannobie or Coroner; the Era gave you
Fazzoletto, positively, which at all events showed pluck;
the Advertiser gave you Fazzoletto or Vandermeulin; and
Wednesday afternoon showed you that none of them knew
anything about the matter. They had " fancies," and
"stable secrets," and "vaticinations," and all the rest of
the jargon, but did they tell you, as Mr. Punch did, the
name of the horse that won ? No !
Mr. Punch stated, the week before the Derby, that it
would be won by Ellington.
He did not insult the understanding of his readers by
blurting out the fact in a bald and unseemly manner, but
he nobly remarked that the initial letter of the winner's
name pointed to somethikg upon which the interest
of all England was turned. This, as he sweetly added,
was all but naming the animal.
What was tnat "initial ?"
Echo answers E, for Ellington.
And what was that "something?"
Why— EPSOM—you idiot.
Sold again, and a new paletot bought with the money; the?
old one having been spoiled in that abominable walk from
the Hill to the Hail all in the i ain.
Mrs. Pottles sies ho Reason whs s^e shouldn't go out on the Roof of I Another time, perhaps, you will trust Mr. Punch, instead
her House to see the Fireworks. I of the Lumoug prophets.
A MORAL LESSON AT THE MANSION HOUSE.
Last week, the Lord Mayor in the exeicise of a hospitality that
will long make the flesh-pots of Salomons famous in the City, invited
the Judges to dine with him. Nothing could be more seemly : nothing
could be better. We like to contemplate the Bench at dinner: the
txerche of eating and diinking makes us for a time almost upon a level
with a Lord Chancellor. Our awe is lessened with every mouth-
ful, and a new sense of familiarity glows within and warms us with
every new glass of wine. Law is sMipt of all its terrors; the sword of
Justice is laid aside, and we expand at the knife and fork.
Weil, at this ftast of horse hair and reason, the Lord Mayor gave
the health of the Lord Chief Justice of England, and other lights of
the Bench; and with singular felicity of taste, managed to associate
the Mansion House with Newgate. In our most social houis, let us
not, as good citizens, forget that there is such a place as i he Old Bailey.
Beautiful a>e the flowess that dtck the banquet-table ; but are they not
the better lecommei ded to our senses, coming as they do with a whole-
some bitterness, when they are associated with the felon herbs, the rue
and wormwood of the dock? We take a deep draught, a warn- ing
bosom'u!, fiom the loving cup; but let us chastise the glowing,
bounding pulse with some thought of the black cap. Therefore, wisely
and well did Lord Mayor Salomons by he flourish of his eloquent
tongue, lake his guests awhile from the absorbing pleasures of the
banquet-table to the dead cold stones of Newgate.
" He need scarcely remind those n koin he addressed of a trial, involving m^st im-
portant public interests, which had just been concluded, and which had been conducted
under the presidency of the Lord Chief Justice, assisted by two other learned judges."
The Lord Mayor needed not to have leminded his tenders; and
therefore, he did remit d them. The very needlessness of the goodness
was only the gteater proof of its gushing exuberance.
11 Hethought be might venture to congratulate the Lord Chief Justice on the patience,
learning, and impartiality exhibited in the course of that trial, which he felt assured
had been conducted in a manner most satislactory to the public."
Lord Campbell received the congratulation modestly, but with due
fortitude. Like Tom Thumb, his loroship " had done his duty, and he
had done no more."
We have touched upon this incident as it proves how, under the
direction of a master-mind, molality may be associated with the diges-
tion of good things; how deep thinking may be the handmaid to
pleasant drinking. The Egyptians had an instructive skeleton at their
banquets ; and the Lord Mayor, in his philosophic, contemplative
nature, conjures to the board the memories of Newgate, and, as a cor-
ri ctive of iestal levity, a thought of the ghastly creature in the Stafford
cell. Life, says the poet, is a mingled yarn: therefore, let us inter-
twine the suffocating hemp with the Bacchanal ivy !
THE BEAR AND THE FIREWORKS.
he Russian Btar, as an interested party,
was kindly permitted by Mr. Secretary
Mitchell, of the Zoological Gardens, to
become a spectator, from the top of his pole,
of the Primrose Hill fiteworks. Although it
was but too evident that the noble and hirsute
animal had suffered much ft om the War, be
nevertheless maintained a look of diplomatic
serenity ; a look, it will be remembered,
that ever distinguished his illustrious eon-
temporary, the Baron Brunow. The Bear
wore a shade over his left eye, and his right
paw in a sling ; one of his legs, we think
the sinister, was also in siliDths. Otherwise,
the animal seemed in good health and spirits.
A supper was handsomely provided for him;
but somehow his stomach refused a remarkably fine turkey, and he
contemptuously smelt, and nothing more, at some German sausages,
imoorted from Vienna.
We may as well add that the Austrian Eagle, after being well washed
with Naples' soap, was regaled upon an Italian greyhound. The
French Eagle had a bellyfull of English beef; we cannot but regret to
say, the very primest cut of the Bull.
Asses and Donkeys.—If President Pierce should succeed in
attempting to set England and America by the ears, surely the ears of
both America and England must be very long.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[June 7, 1856.
PUNCH RIGHT FOR THE DERBY!
PUNCH RIGHT AGAIH !!
PUNCH ALWAYS RIGHT !! !
Hurrah—hooray ! Right, again! There is but one
Ellington, and Punch was his Prophet! Hurrah ! Hooray !
Having thus relieved his mind, in some degree, and beii g
slightly better, Mr. Punch proceeds to congi atulate Irs
friends upon the success they must have had on the Derby
Day. He foretold the Winner, and every one of the other
Prophets foretold everything but the Winner. The Sunday
'times gave you Fazzoletto and Artillery against the Field ;
Bell's Life gave you Cannobie or Coroner; the Era gave you
Fazzoletto, positively, which at all events showed pluck;
the Advertiser gave you Fazzoletto or Vandermeulin; and
Wednesday afternoon showed you that none of them knew
anything about the matter. They had " fancies," and
"stable secrets," and "vaticinations," and all the rest of
the jargon, but did they tell you, as Mr. Punch did, the
name of the horse that won ? No !
Mr. Punch stated, the week before the Derby, that it
would be won by Ellington.
He did not insult the understanding of his readers by
blurting out the fact in a bald and unseemly manner, but
he nobly remarked that the initial letter of the winner's
name pointed to somethikg upon which the interest
of all England was turned. This, as he sweetly added,
was all but naming the animal.
What was tnat "initial ?"
Echo answers E, for Ellington.
And what was that "something?"
Why— EPSOM—you idiot.
Sold again, and a new paletot bought with the money; the?
old one having been spoiled in that abominable walk from
the Hill to the Hail all in the i ain.
Mrs. Pottles sies ho Reason whs s^e shouldn't go out on the Roof of I Another time, perhaps, you will trust Mr. Punch, instead
her House to see the Fireworks. I of the Lumoug prophets.
A MORAL LESSON AT THE MANSION HOUSE.
Last week, the Lord Mayor in the exeicise of a hospitality that
will long make the flesh-pots of Salomons famous in the City, invited
the Judges to dine with him. Nothing could be more seemly : nothing
could be better. We like to contemplate the Bench at dinner: the
txerche of eating and diinking makes us for a time almost upon a level
with a Lord Chancellor. Our awe is lessened with every mouth-
ful, and a new sense of familiarity glows within and warms us with
every new glass of wine. Law is sMipt of all its terrors; the sword of
Justice is laid aside, and we expand at the knife and fork.
Weil, at this ftast of horse hair and reason, the Lord Mayor gave
the health of the Lord Chief Justice of England, and other lights of
the Bench; and with singular felicity of taste, managed to associate
the Mansion House with Newgate. In our most social houis, let us
not, as good citizens, forget that there is such a place as i he Old Bailey.
Beautiful a>e the flowess that dtck the banquet-table ; but are they not
the better lecommei ded to our senses, coming as they do with a whole-
some bitterness, when they are associated with the felon herbs, the rue
and wormwood of the dock? We take a deep draught, a warn- ing
bosom'u!, fiom the loving cup; but let us chastise the glowing,
bounding pulse with some thought of the black cap. Therefore, wisely
and well did Lord Mayor Salomons by he flourish of his eloquent
tongue, lake his guests awhile from the absorbing pleasures of the
banquet-table to the dead cold stones of Newgate.
" He need scarcely remind those n koin he addressed of a trial, involving m^st im-
portant public interests, which had just been concluded, and which had been conducted
under the presidency of the Lord Chief Justice, assisted by two other learned judges."
The Lord Mayor needed not to have leminded his tenders; and
therefore, he did remit d them. The very needlessness of the goodness
was only the gteater proof of its gushing exuberance.
11 Hethought be might venture to congratulate the Lord Chief Justice on the patience,
learning, and impartiality exhibited in the course of that trial, which he felt assured
had been conducted in a manner most satislactory to the public."
Lord Campbell received the congratulation modestly, but with due
fortitude. Like Tom Thumb, his loroship " had done his duty, and he
had done no more."
We have touched upon this incident as it proves how, under the
direction of a master-mind, molality may be associated with the diges-
tion of good things; how deep thinking may be the handmaid to
pleasant drinking. The Egyptians had an instructive skeleton at their
banquets ; and the Lord Mayor, in his philosophic, contemplative
nature, conjures to the board the memories of Newgate, and, as a cor-
ri ctive of iestal levity, a thought of the ghastly creature in the Stafford
cell. Life, says the poet, is a mingled yarn: therefore, let us inter-
twine the suffocating hemp with the Bacchanal ivy !
THE BEAR AND THE FIREWORKS.
he Russian Btar, as an interested party,
was kindly permitted by Mr. Secretary
Mitchell, of the Zoological Gardens, to
become a spectator, from the top of his pole,
of the Primrose Hill fiteworks. Although it
was but too evident that the noble and hirsute
animal had suffered much ft om the War, be
nevertheless maintained a look of diplomatic
serenity ; a look, it will be remembered,
that ever distinguished his illustrious eon-
temporary, the Baron Brunow. The Bear
wore a shade over his left eye, and his right
paw in a sling ; one of his legs, we think
the sinister, was also in siliDths. Otherwise,
the animal seemed in good health and spirits.
A supper was handsomely provided for him;
but somehow his stomach refused a remarkably fine turkey, and he
contemptuously smelt, and nothing more, at some German sausages,
imoorted from Vienna.
We may as well add that the Austrian Eagle, after being well washed
with Naples' soap, was regaled upon an Italian greyhound. The
French Eagle had a bellyfull of English beef; we cannot but regret to
say, the very primest cut of the Bull.
Asses and Donkeys.—If President Pierce should succeed in
attempting to set England and America by the ears, surely the ears of
both America and England must be very long.