Punch (31.1856)

August 9, 1856. j

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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THE FASHIONS FOR AUGUST. (BY ROSA MATILDA.)

Oh how shall we sirg of the Fashions

For August, when dogs have their day ?
Tbey are off, in their summer excursions*,

All those who o'er Fashion hold sway.
They are climbing the mighty Swiss mountains,

They are pacing the ocean's wild shore,
Q 'affiogBaden's orKreutznach's salt fountains,

VV here the couleur en vogue's " rouge et noir."

No more in hot Paris I '11 linger,

On the deso'ate Boulevards astray ;
Of the rules of La mode a glad singer,

To the sea and the mountains away !
Let me fly, like the emigrant swallow,

Who chases the sun round the globe
L'ke a Will-o'-the-wisp, or Feu Follet,

To throw lights upon mantle and robe.

L'Amazone de Ville now a la mode is,

On the mountain and glacier serene ;
With basqueites a la Hussarde, the bocuiice

Join* the skirt of silk-broidered nankeen.
"With brandebourgs matching the galons

On the edge of the basques, faites en queue ;
To which, for the rude Alpine salons,

Add a cambric embroidered fichu.

Gold buttons, the better the bigger,

On the cuffs a la Ghevaliere ;
A c;avat with broad ncmds is de rigeur,

And a hat of Swiss sr.raw crowns the hair.
By the Ocean's tremendous expanse,

White quilting peignoirs are worn still,
Or robes en mille rates, a La France,

With basquines of embroidered coutil.

For negliges de bain, you will find,

Robes de chambre with velvet revers,
Tha^ form a round collar behind,

With ends crossed in front, are the wpar.
Whi'e for promenade en jar din or park,

Nought the charming nansook can exc3!,
And en chapeaux, we're bound to remark,

The sweet jaconet cap"line Fstelle.

The mantelet echarpe, of white tulle,

For walks in the bright summer morn,
With one flounce excessively full,

And a narrow silk fringe, is much worn.
And still in our toilettes de bal,

Light materials are used for the skirt,
; Pink and white tarlatanes, most of all,

With low body and long-pointed berthe.

While plain-coloured muslins this year

Are toe rage for a derni-toihtte,
Rice-straw bonnets in favour appear,

With bouquets of pink daisies set.
On the one side a nceud of white blonde,

On the other a bunch of vild rose,
Round the crown en cachepieigne, a la ronde,

A clematis wreath should repose.

Fruit is still much en vogue for coiffures ;

We have seen one wit,ti barbes of black lace,
—(The effect was excessively pure)—

Leaves of velvet cerise next the face.
Above was a bunch of wood strawberry,

Below was a sprig of wild p'um,
Mixed with which ran asprayot'the haw-brrry,—

'Twas a thing to strike milliners dumb !

And soon if this fashion keeps growing,

We may look for coiffures en legume,
On capotes see the haricot blowing,

Or the graceful asperge with its phime.
Covent Garden, our belles, so unstable,

Will seek, not the marchande de modes,
And g eens quit their place on our table,

la our wardrobe to take their abode !

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Papa, lived at Rome.
Bomba went to see his
Papa, and his Papa
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Papa, he knelt do*n
to tiim as if he bad
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prayers, and gave him
a kiss. But he did not
kiss his Papa upon the
cheeks; he kissed his
Papa upon the toe.
Then Bomba's Papa
told Bomba to get up,
and made Bomba sit,

down on a stool, and said, Well my son, Bomba, how do you do, and
how are you getting on ?

Bomba said, 1 am pretty well, I thank you, Papa, but I am not
getting on quite so nicely as I could wish. What is t-e matter,
Bomba, my son'r1 his Papa sa'd. Oh ! Papa, said Bomba, I am afraid
there are pome naughty boys who want to take my little crown away,

Barnum is busy getting up a "Baby and Perambulator Show." He
expects the Perambulates will be a great draw, as they will have the
effect of keeping the Babies exceedingly select. He says that persons
will be ab'e to tell, from the crying alone, that they are children of
Haut Ton.

A Lady made a great sensation in the Broadway the other day by
starting a new fashion in bonnets. Instead of wearing her bonnet on
the back o( her head—where no one could see it—a gorgeous. Johnny
carried it behind her on a crimson velvet cushion. The result was, that
every one could perceive she had a bonnet, and the lady herself had not
the bother of carrying it. The effect was considered* extremely light
and airy.

A la'ge dairyman, upon being asked what he thought of the Falls of
Niagara, said enthusiastically, "It only wanted a couple of cows to be
made into the fiaesr, milk-walk in the world !"

A female physician in Philadelphia advertises that it is " her par-
ticular specialite to cure all affections of the heart."

A coiffeur at New Orleans wriies on his cards: "Mermaids' hair
dressed on the shortest notice, and a large assortment of false tail* for

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them, said his Papa; but who are they? Oh! said Bomba, I do not
know who ihey are, quite, but I think I have caught some. What
have you done with them, said his Papa. Shut them up in the cellar,
said Bomba (this was only Bomba's fun) in the damp and cold and
dirt, along with the toads and frogs, and efts, and spiders, and earwigs,
and black beetles. Here is a little whip that I have them beaten with :
here is a little chain that I cause them to be chained together with all
day and all night.

You must mind that little Bomba was only joking when he told
•his Papa all these dreadful things.

It is very right, said Bomba's Papa, to punish boys who are naughty.
Yes, Papa, said Bomba, but what do you think ? That Fbance and that
England are so unkind, they tell me I must not punish my naughty
boys. Do not mind them, my dear, said Bomba's Papa, I will speak
to France and tell him to leave jou alone, or else I will give him no
more hard-bake. England is a very bad boy, and does not mind what
I eay; but he will mind what France says. Now look here, Bomba.
See what pretty playthings I have brought you. And Bomba's Papa
gave Bomba ever so mauy little men and women, made out of wood,
and ivory, and wax, all gilt and painted, so very pretty, and such a
hit of funny little bones ! Oh! dear Papa, said Bomba, to give me
such a lot of sweet little toy3 to play with. Oh ! what jolly bones,
Oh, what plummy little men and women. I will stick them all round
my hat like King Lotjis, the French king that Mr. Kean plays in
London. Oh ! Papa, 1 must kiss you for them. Then Bomba gave his
Papa one more nice kiss upon his toe; and his Papa put out his thumb

The heat was s>> unusually hot on the 13th instant, that it actually
melted a slaveowner's heart to that extent that, without knowing what
he was doing, he gave freedom to all his slaves.

The Fashion.

We have it on the infallible authority of Jenkins that it is no longer
correct to say, "the height of the fashion." When ladies wish to
convey the idea that any one of their acquaintance is at all bien mise,
they affirm that " she was dressed in the full breadth of the fashion; "
only perhaps it would be more exact to put it in the plural, as a lady's
dress certainly takes now-a-days a great deal more than one " breadth."
However, the alteration in the term is a decided improvement that,
Ike the dress itself, is now quite " as broad as it is long."

Thoughts that are Rather Cool.

SrrcCESS is the great Absolution of Snobs.
Critics are the Brokers of the Literary Exchange.

It is sweet sometimes to abuse one's relations—but bitter to hear them abused by
others.

There are bores in the best families—the oldest houses have their leaden speuts.
The man who is wedded to money has a Shrew for a wife.

Wit does not shme with grossness. Like an ill-made candle, the light is soon
extinguished in its own grease.

Fata must trouble itself about a number of foolish people, for no sooner does a fool
get into troubles of his own making, than he puts it all down to Fate !