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August 23, 1856
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 23, 1856.
A DRAMATIC BOARD OF HEALTH.
A Commission was appointed some time ago in Paris to inquire into
I'D BE A BUTTERFLY.
Master Butterfly, Mb. Townley's famous short-horn bull, to which the first prize ............. ...... ..... ..... .....
was awarded at the Chelmsford meeting, and who has been bought for the sum ot mprjfs nf the rslavs nroduced during: the Tear arid adiudae Dlises
1 200 guineas, by an Australian gentleman, was shipped a few days ago for Melbourne Me merits 01 tne plays proauceu uumig me year, diiu dujuuge pnaes
by iheCo^hagen.-jiaiiy Paper to those pieces which should be lound most conspicuous for their
morality. We really pity the members of this dramatic board of
I'd be a Butterfly, bought for a power : health, who have had to wade through all the filth which accumulates
Of Gold from Australia, a short-hom complete, ; in the various moral cesspools—underthe name of theatres—in the course
Shelter'd in homestead from sun and from showe;, j of a year. How the work could possibly be undertaken by any but a
Fatten'd on oat-cake and mangold so sweet. j company of professional scavengers is amarvel, but we we none the less
Think of the glory obtained by my breeder— j ready to give credit to the gentlemen who have not shrunk from en-
Of the medal at Chelmsford so gloriously won— countering the vapours of the most pestilential moral atmosphere of the
Think of the credit borne off by my feeder, [present day. The result unhappily is just what might have been ex-
For the fat, layer by layer, my broad ribs laid upon ! i pected, for M. Saint-Beuve has been charged to draw up the report of
_ ,. , , . the commission, announcing the lamentable fact, that not one of tbe dra-
in a fast clipperthey *e taken.my^passage^ f____ j matic works SUDmit,ted to its examination is worthy of a prize. As the
condition was that the pieces found to be more moral than the rest
were to be indicated, and as not one is fit to be mentioned, we can only
conclude that not a single production of the Trench dramatists during
the last year has any morality whatever in its composition. No wonder
that our own stage ia vitiated when there is nothing but poison in the
source from which it is supplied.
We knew the Parisian theatres were in a very unhealthy condition,
but we did think it possible that here and there a stream of pure senti-
ment might have been found running like a little current of disinfecting
fluid through the great dramatic sewers, and we cordially congratulate
the French government on its having commenced the task of probing
the depth of the filth which has long sent forth its vapours to spread
infection over the whole of French society. The French government
having boldly looked into the Augean stabl?, and become acquainted
with the amount of the contents, may be expected to proceed to the
Herculean task of not only removing what has already been deposited,
but effectually guarding against the future accumulation of such foul
and offensive matter.
And a cabin on deck they've constructed for me.
Padded and mattressed to ease ocean's tossage,
Pitched and caulked close 'gainst the wash of the sea.
While roots of the choicest, and hay of the sweetest,
Are stored upon board for my use on the way,
A best Lipscombe's filter ensures the completest
Regard to my water-supply, day by. day.
As for the passenger-bipeds—poor devils,
Herring-like packed in the dark hold below !
Think of sea-sickness, and all of its evils—
Hatches all down—when it comes on to blow !
My sweet hay, my good water, and cabin so cool,
Compare with their berths, junk, and Thames from the tank
Surely all must perceive how a fine short-horn bull
And an emigrant labourer differ in rank!
JENKINS IN AN APRON.
A BITTER, BITING FROST.
A Pompous Odd Fellow, writing to the Times to complain of what
appears to have been a somewhat exaggerated account of a disturbance
by his fraternity at the Crystal Palace, says that wine was "drank,"
and that the Odd Fellows are "the elite of the working-classes."
We should strongly advise him to mind his English, and leave his
French alone, one word being about as stupid a blunder as the other.
The working men of England, who are worthy as well as odd fellows,
are just the men to put such a pump under another, for labelling them
with a bit of silver-tork snobbery, the elite of the working-classes!
Is Jenkins an Odd Fellow ? Did the writer go on to say that after
their Mere, the guests had a little the dansante alfresco, and enfin, each
returned chez lui, enchanted with the fete a la fourchette? No doubt,
in conversation, the genteel creature would mince out an admission
that some of the elite might have been a little Fleeted, but that was a
mere Baggertell, everything being quite Commilfoe. The man signs
himself so nething in connection with " Manchester Unify," but his
letter savours much more of Cockney Spoonity. If the orator whose
harangue was stopped by the musicians upon the occasion in question
talked in such style, we do not wonder that the band struck up in self-
defence. Mr. Punch and the working-men of England are too old and
too good friends and allies for him to suffer snobbery to play_ tricks
with them, or their good name. Jenkins shall have no share in their
junketings. The true steel shall not be genteelly electrotyped.
The Exile at Home.
John Frost, aged 72, has been graciously permitted to return to
Newport: the same Frost, who led certain Chartists where they were
rarely peppered ; and for whom the scaffold was in a very active state Auguste Vacquerie has published a little book, in which he makes
of preparation. John Frost bas found some of his former disciples • known to the world all that Victor Hugo and his family do at home,
and found them, if possible, with longer ears than he left them' for | ^e earnestly wish all repose, ail tranquillity to Victor, that the world
they listened to his rant against the Government with delighted bray-1may continne to benefit by his inspirations! "We all work," sa>s
ing • and further to prove themselves as nearly as possible allied to i AlJGTJSTE; and then he tells us how Charles Hugo paints, and how
donkeys, they dragged the vehicle of John Frost along the streets of Mlle. Hugo plays "upon the piano some melody she has just found."
Newport. We fear that the ingratitude, the insolence of the pardoned And then—"Madame Hugo is writing her husband's life. Nobody
felon may tend to have a bad effect. When Mercy has removed the cou'd ^ave written it as she will write it." How these pleasant reve-
bands of a prisoner, it is rather hard that, in return for the tenderness ^tions distinctively mark the French and the English fireside ! The
Mercy should immediately have her fingers frost-bitten. ' Englishman's home is his castle ; the Frenchman makes his home a
house of glass.
Four Thoughts for a Penny.
Conversation is a Republic that perishes the moment aDy one sets himself up as a
Dictator.
Pedants who proscribe pleasantry are like cripples who decry dancing.
Children talk of what they are doing—young people of what they'-will do—and the
old of what they have done.
Our habits are at first the slaves of our desires, and at lust their tyrants—like an old
servant, who begins by obeying us in all things, and ends by domineering over us.
The Art of Conversation.
Tour Creditor never loses sight of the real subject-in-hand of his
discourse. He never wanders or loses himself in foolish digressions.
More than this, he never forgets. Months may have elapsed since his
last interview with you, but his memory is so remarkably good that he
is sure to teke up the conversation again at the very exact point where
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 23, 1856.
A DRAMATIC BOARD OF HEALTH.
A Commission was appointed some time ago in Paris to inquire into
I'D BE A BUTTERFLY.
Master Butterfly, Mb. Townley's famous short-horn bull, to which the first prize ............. ...... ..... ..... .....
was awarded at the Chelmsford meeting, and who has been bought for the sum ot mprjfs nf the rslavs nroduced during: the Tear arid adiudae Dlises
1 200 guineas, by an Australian gentleman, was shipped a few days ago for Melbourne Me merits 01 tne plays proauceu uumig me year, diiu dujuuge pnaes
by iheCo^hagen.-jiaiiy Paper to those pieces which should be lound most conspicuous for their
morality. We really pity the members of this dramatic board of
I'd be a Butterfly, bought for a power : health, who have had to wade through all the filth which accumulates
Of Gold from Australia, a short-hom complete, ; in the various moral cesspools—underthe name of theatres—in the course
Shelter'd in homestead from sun and from showe;, j of a year. How the work could possibly be undertaken by any but a
Fatten'd on oat-cake and mangold so sweet. j company of professional scavengers is amarvel, but we we none the less
Think of the glory obtained by my breeder— j ready to give credit to the gentlemen who have not shrunk from en-
Of the medal at Chelmsford so gloriously won— countering the vapours of the most pestilential moral atmosphere of the
Think of the credit borne off by my feeder, [present day. The result unhappily is just what might have been ex-
For the fat, layer by layer, my broad ribs laid upon ! i pected, for M. Saint-Beuve has been charged to draw up the report of
_ ,. , , . the commission, announcing the lamentable fact, that not one of tbe dra-
in a fast clipperthey *e taken.my^passage^ f____ j matic works SUDmit,ted to its examination is worthy of a prize. As the
condition was that the pieces found to be more moral than the rest
were to be indicated, and as not one is fit to be mentioned, we can only
conclude that not a single production of the Trench dramatists during
the last year has any morality whatever in its composition. No wonder
that our own stage ia vitiated when there is nothing but poison in the
source from which it is supplied.
We knew the Parisian theatres were in a very unhealthy condition,
but we did think it possible that here and there a stream of pure senti-
ment might have been found running like a little current of disinfecting
fluid through the great dramatic sewers, and we cordially congratulate
the French government on its having commenced the task of probing
the depth of the filth which has long sent forth its vapours to spread
infection over the whole of French society. The French government
having boldly looked into the Augean stabl?, and become acquainted
with the amount of the contents, may be expected to proceed to the
Herculean task of not only removing what has already been deposited,
but effectually guarding against the future accumulation of such foul
and offensive matter.
And a cabin on deck they've constructed for me.
Padded and mattressed to ease ocean's tossage,
Pitched and caulked close 'gainst the wash of the sea.
While roots of the choicest, and hay of the sweetest,
Are stored upon board for my use on the way,
A best Lipscombe's filter ensures the completest
Regard to my water-supply, day by. day.
As for the passenger-bipeds—poor devils,
Herring-like packed in the dark hold below !
Think of sea-sickness, and all of its evils—
Hatches all down—when it comes on to blow !
My sweet hay, my good water, and cabin so cool,
Compare with their berths, junk, and Thames from the tank
Surely all must perceive how a fine short-horn bull
And an emigrant labourer differ in rank!
JENKINS IN AN APRON.
A BITTER, BITING FROST.
A Pompous Odd Fellow, writing to the Times to complain of what
appears to have been a somewhat exaggerated account of a disturbance
by his fraternity at the Crystal Palace, says that wine was "drank,"
and that the Odd Fellows are "the elite of the working-classes."
We should strongly advise him to mind his English, and leave his
French alone, one word being about as stupid a blunder as the other.
The working men of England, who are worthy as well as odd fellows,
are just the men to put such a pump under another, for labelling them
with a bit of silver-tork snobbery, the elite of the working-classes!
Is Jenkins an Odd Fellow ? Did the writer go on to say that after
their Mere, the guests had a little the dansante alfresco, and enfin, each
returned chez lui, enchanted with the fete a la fourchette? No doubt,
in conversation, the genteel creature would mince out an admission
that some of the elite might have been a little Fleeted, but that was a
mere Baggertell, everything being quite Commilfoe. The man signs
himself so nething in connection with " Manchester Unify," but his
letter savours much more of Cockney Spoonity. If the orator whose
harangue was stopped by the musicians upon the occasion in question
talked in such style, we do not wonder that the band struck up in self-
defence. Mr. Punch and the working-men of England are too old and
too good friends and allies for him to suffer snobbery to play_ tricks
with them, or their good name. Jenkins shall have no share in their
junketings. The true steel shall not be genteelly electrotyped.
The Exile at Home.
John Frost, aged 72, has been graciously permitted to return to
Newport: the same Frost, who led certain Chartists where they were
rarely peppered ; and for whom the scaffold was in a very active state Auguste Vacquerie has published a little book, in which he makes
of preparation. John Frost bas found some of his former disciples • known to the world all that Victor Hugo and his family do at home,
and found them, if possible, with longer ears than he left them' for | ^e earnestly wish all repose, ail tranquillity to Victor, that the world
they listened to his rant against the Government with delighted bray-1may continne to benefit by his inspirations! "We all work," sa>s
ing • and further to prove themselves as nearly as possible allied to i AlJGTJSTE; and then he tells us how Charles Hugo paints, and how
donkeys, they dragged the vehicle of John Frost along the streets of Mlle. Hugo plays "upon the piano some melody she has just found."
Newport. We fear that the ingratitude, the insolence of the pardoned And then—"Madame Hugo is writing her husband's life. Nobody
felon may tend to have a bad effect. When Mercy has removed the cou'd ^ave written it as she will write it." How these pleasant reve-
bands of a prisoner, it is rather hard that, in return for the tenderness ^tions distinctively mark the French and the English fireside ! The
Mercy should immediately have her fingers frost-bitten. ' Englishman's home is his castle ; the Frenchman makes his home a
house of glass.
Four Thoughts for a Penny.
Conversation is a Republic that perishes the moment aDy one sets himself up as a
Dictator.
Pedants who proscribe pleasantry are like cripples who decry dancing.
Children talk of what they are doing—young people of what they'-will do—and the
old of what they have done.
Our habits are at first the slaves of our desires, and at lust their tyrants—like an old
servant, who begins by obeying us in all things, and ends by domineering over us.
The Art of Conversation.
Tour Creditor never loses sight of the real subject-in-hand of his
discourse. He never wanders or loses himself in foolish digressions.
More than this, he never forgets. Months may have elapsed since his
last interview with you, but his memory is so remarkably good that he
is sure to teke up the conversation again at the very exact point where