DOI Heft:
September 6, 1856
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September 6, 1856.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
99
REVIEW OF THE FASHIONS
{By our Dramatic Critic?)
speak in the highest
terms of what they
contain. They are
lull to overflowing of
material. In fact,
there is too much in
them. The thing is
depreciably overdone.
There is a great deal
more than the most
devoted worshippers
of the tex would wish
for his money. What
is now usf-d for one
woman would less
than three years ago
have covered three
women. The siuff
itself is mo?t admir-
able, but we object to
the wearisome extent
to which it is carried.
It drags its slow
length along in such
a tedious inflated man-
ner, that we do Lot
wonder at the action
becoming vulgarised
and impeded by it.
The truth is, the whole thing wants cutting. Cut a dress in its present overgrown amplitude
of five acts into two, and give men but a ''air wholesome proportion of what is at present
given, and. we are confident they would be just as well, if not much better pleased by the
exchange; The work is full of points and good bits, and as far as that goes hangs well
together, but would gaiu considerably in effect if kept much closer. We recommend to all
milliners, who have had a thimble in its production, " the judicious use of the pruning-knife."
Out of every four lengths they cmld easily cut out two, and the same excision might be
appiitd with equal btnefit to the bieadths.
PITY FOE. OUR SISTERS OP OUDE.
{By a Young Lady.)
HE Fashions for Sept- How much I pity OcrVs f.xQtjisen,
ember have been re- Poor thing—lo be compelled to lead
ceived, and we cau | A life, as oue may say, uns. en !
It must be terrible indeed.
THE NEW CONSERVATIVE POLICY.
How wearily her days must pass,
Surveyed by no admiring eye,
Save only from the lo >ku.g-gia-s,
I'm very suie I soon shuuid die.
When into her close carriage pu*',
If ever for a ride she goes,
She's swathed and bound from head to foot,
Like some old mummy in its clothes.
Knowing that crowds of people wait,
Eager lo catch a glance of me,
At such times, ob, how I should hate
All muffled up like her to be !
And then her Maids of Honour, too,
Their hapless lot is just the s^me,
Concealed fiom everybody's view :
I say it is a cruel shame.
A pretty face obliged to bice,
A girl must feel the keenest pain,
The prettiest dress, to sight denied,
Would deck one's form almost in vain.
What arc their gems and jewels bright,
Set in ihe purest virgin-gold,
That flash with unavailing light,
Which there is no one to behold ?
Life has for them no charms at all,
All day and night in gloom they pine,
They never dazzle at the ball,
They never at the concert shine.
They never taste the joy so dear,
The brilliant Opera-box to grace,
And feel that glasses, far ?<nd near,
Are being levelled at one's face.
Wlien in the lovely waltz I whirl,
With dress and beauty well displayed,
An opinion, for which there is some apparent reason, has been gaining giound, that, the I'm thankful I'm an English girl,
Conservative party has fallen into a state of disorganisation. Tne truth if, that the Con- j And not a luckless Oudian maid,
servative body, like the human frame, is apt to get occasionally out of order, nay, seemingly
to undergo a break-up of constitution a-,d tumble to pieces ; but then, some clever poliucal
practitioner is called in, and he puts it together again. There it is that the Conservative
party has the advantage of Htjaipty Dumpty.
Every now and then the Conservative party ha" to be reorganised. The Sun of England
very often sets, and as frequently rises again. So it is with the Conservative party. Our
British Phoebus pet when the Papists wete emancipated. British Phoebus, however, rose
again as well as ever the next morning. The enactment of the Reform Bill was the epoch of
another British sunset, succeeded by sunrise as usual, till the corn laws were repealed, and
then the Sun of England, we were told, had set at last for good and all, and no mistake;
but it was a mistake; for the Sun of England is now on the point of setting once more, and
therefore must have risen subsequently to the downfall of Piotection.
As the Sun of England is under the necessity of rising again punctually as usual, arrange-
ments have been made for the accommodation of the parties, or rather of the party, desirous
of beholding the resurrection of that luminary. In plain terms, a new set of Conservative
object-, and cries, and watch-woids, has been devised, under the sanction, if we aie not
mis-aken, of the Earl op Derby and Mk. Disjraeli.
The great want of the Conservative party is a rallying cry. What have they to conserve ?
is the question iu almost every moutn. Temple Bar. That is answer enough lor the present.
They want to coi\erve Temple Bar—they also want to maintaia the conservancy of the
Tnames. If they can manage to conserve the sewage of the Thames, and utilise it, they will
do something.
The conservation of St. John's Gate, Clerkenwell, will be another object of the re-organised
Conservative party. It will also be their endeavour to conserve Sr. James's Palace in its
present state ; likewise Aldgaf e Pump :—to conserve the Duke of York's column, and the
Nelson ditto, the sta'ues of Geokgb the Thihd and Eoukth, of Gog and Magog, and the
Duke op Wellington, together with those of the wonderful charity children in the costume
of the eighteenth century, which adorn the exterior of the parochial school at Kensington.
No, no, the great Conservative party is not yet extinct!
The Akt of Talking.—There are persons who talk for the sake of talking; there are
others who talk in order to talk well: but jour fool talks to make others talk about him.
HAVE THE TORIES A POLICY ?
The Conservative journals keep up a perpetual
squabbling amoDg themselves upon the question,
whether their party has or has not a policy r
The rabid Protestants revile Lord Debby and
Ma. Disraeli as traitors to religion and th*
constitution, and the modera'e Tories scoff at
the fanatic1 as impracticable asses, who would
risk a rebellion for tbe sake of an anti-Popery
cant-cry. It is not for Punch to settle the pro-
portions in which each faction may have truth on
its side, but he wonders that the opposition does
not see that the best excuse for its non-existence
as a power lies in the fact that there is no
Government. If there is nothing to oppose, therr-
can be no opposition. In the mean time, and
until we have a Government, the only policy for
the Conservatives is Mk. Disraeli's—the policy
of Assurance.
Another Cruel Hoax.
This has been the season for hoaxing; but the
spirit of mockery was carried a little too far when,
at the Surrey Gardens Dinner, one bottle of
Champagne was allowed to three Guardsmen.—
Toast and water is poor tipple; but when Harkeb
called upon the soldiers to charge their glasses,
it was literally toast and nothing
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
99
REVIEW OF THE FASHIONS
{By our Dramatic Critic?)
speak in the highest
terms of what they
contain. They are
lull to overflowing of
material. In fact,
there is too much in
them. The thing is
depreciably overdone.
There is a great deal
more than the most
devoted worshippers
of the tex would wish
for his money. What
is now usf-d for one
woman would less
than three years ago
have covered three
women. The siuff
itself is mo?t admir-
able, but we object to
the wearisome extent
to which it is carried.
It drags its slow
length along in such
a tedious inflated man-
ner, that we do Lot
wonder at the action
becoming vulgarised
and impeded by it.
The truth is, the whole thing wants cutting. Cut a dress in its present overgrown amplitude
of five acts into two, and give men but a ''air wholesome proportion of what is at present
given, and. we are confident they would be just as well, if not much better pleased by the
exchange; The work is full of points and good bits, and as far as that goes hangs well
together, but would gaiu considerably in effect if kept much closer. We recommend to all
milliners, who have had a thimble in its production, " the judicious use of the pruning-knife."
Out of every four lengths they cmld easily cut out two, and the same excision might be
appiitd with equal btnefit to the bieadths.
PITY FOE. OUR SISTERS OP OUDE.
{By a Young Lady.)
HE Fashions for Sept- How much I pity OcrVs f.xQtjisen,
ember have been re- Poor thing—lo be compelled to lead
ceived, and we cau | A life, as oue may say, uns. en !
It must be terrible indeed.
THE NEW CONSERVATIVE POLICY.
How wearily her days must pass,
Surveyed by no admiring eye,
Save only from the lo >ku.g-gia-s,
I'm very suie I soon shuuid die.
When into her close carriage pu*',
If ever for a ride she goes,
She's swathed and bound from head to foot,
Like some old mummy in its clothes.
Knowing that crowds of people wait,
Eager lo catch a glance of me,
At such times, ob, how I should hate
All muffled up like her to be !
And then her Maids of Honour, too,
Their hapless lot is just the s^me,
Concealed fiom everybody's view :
I say it is a cruel shame.
A pretty face obliged to bice,
A girl must feel the keenest pain,
The prettiest dress, to sight denied,
Would deck one's form almost in vain.
What arc their gems and jewels bright,
Set in ihe purest virgin-gold,
That flash with unavailing light,
Which there is no one to behold ?
Life has for them no charms at all,
All day and night in gloom they pine,
They never dazzle at the ball,
They never at the concert shine.
They never taste the joy so dear,
The brilliant Opera-box to grace,
And feel that glasses, far ?<nd near,
Are being levelled at one's face.
Wlien in the lovely waltz I whirl,
With dress and beauty well displayed,
An opinion, for which there is some apparent reason, has been gaining giound, that, the I'm thankful I'm an English girl,
Conservative party has fallen into a state of disorganisation. Tne truth if, that the Con- j And not a luckless Oudian maid,
servative body, like the human frame, is apt to get occasionally out of order, nay, seemingly
to undergo a break-up of constitution a-,d tumble to pieces ; but then, some clever poliucal
practitioner is called in, and he puts it together again. There it is that the Conservative
party has the advantage of Htjaipty Dumpty.
Every now and then the Conservative party ha" to be reorganised. The Sun of England
very often sets, and as frequently rises again. So it is with the Conservative party. Our
British Phoebus pet when the Papists wete emancipated. British Phoebus, however, rose
again as well as ever the next morning. The enactment of the Reform Bill was the epoch of
another British sunset, succeeded by sunrise as usual, till the corn laws were repealed, and
then the Sun of England, we were told, had set at last for good and all, and no mistake;
but it was a mistake; for the Sun of England is now on the point of setting once more, and
therefore must have risen subsequently to the downfall of Piotection.
As the Sun of England is under the necessity of rising again punctually as usual, arrange-
ments have been made for the accommodation of the parties, or rather of the party, desirous
of beholding the resurrection of that luminary. In plain terms, a new set of Conservative
object-, and cries, and watch-woids, has been devised, under the sanction, if we aie not
mis-aken, of the Earl op Derby and Mk. Disjraeli.
The great want of the Conservative party is a rallying cry. What have they to conserve ?
is the question iu almost every moutn. Temple Bar. That is answer enough lor the present.
They want to coi\erve Temple Bar—they also want to maintaia the conservancy of the
Tnames. If they can manage to conserve the sewage of the Thames, and utilise it, they will
do something.
The conservation of St. John's Gate, Clerkenwell, will be another object of the re-organised
Conservative party. It will also be their endeavour to conserve Sr. James's Palace in its
present state ; likewise Aldgaf e Pump :—to conserve the Duke of York's column, and the
Nelson ditto, the sta'ues of Geokgb the Thihd and Eoukth, of Gog and Magog, and the
Duke op Wellington, together with those of the wonderful charity children in the costume
of the eighteenth century, which adorn the exterior of the parochial school at Kensington.
No, no, the great Conservative party is not yet extinct!
The Akt of Talking.—There are persons who talk for the sake of talking; there are
others who talk in order to talk well: but jour fool talks to make others talk about him.
HAVE THE TORIES A POLICY ?
The Conservative journals keep up a perpetual
squabbling amoDg themselves upon the question,
whether their party has or has not a policy r
The rabid Protestants revile Lord Debby and
Ma. Disraeli as traitors to religion and th*
constitution, and the modera'e Tories scoff at
the fanatic1 as impracticable asses, who would
risk a rebellion for tbe sake of an anti-Popery
cant-cry. It is not for Punch to settle the pro-
portions in which each faction may have truth on
its side, but he wonders that the opposition does
not see that the best excuse for its non-existence
as a power lies in the fact that there is no
Government. If there is nothing to oppose, therr-
can be no opposition. In the mean time, and
until we have a Government, the only policy for
the Conservatives is Mk. Disraeli's—the policy
of Assurance.
Another Cruel Hoax.
This has been the season for hoaxing; but the
spirit of mockery was carried a little too far when,
at the Surrey Gardens Dinner, one bottle of
Champagne was allowed to three Guardsmen.—
Toast and water is poor tipple; but when Harkeb
called upon the soldiers to charge their glasses,
it was literally toast and nothing