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October 25, 1856
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Burglar (who is particular on the subject of Sherry). " Marsala,
by Jingo !"
THE TREASONS OF ViSCOUNT P-LM-ST-N.
ix has now become a grave question at no less than three tea-tables in
the neighbourhood of Shoe Lane, whether Viscount P-lm-^t-n should
not take the place of Guy Eawkes on the approaching fifth of
November and be burnt in multiplied effigies. There can be no doubt
of the fact that, at last, the sun of the Premier is about to set. The
crisis ha3 been long coming; but the result will be the surer. A man
who has mocked at all the obligations of a Privy Councillor, and who
has moreover been known to fall dtfyingly asleep, with his hat con-
temptuously arched upon his forehead, whilst Ms. Spooner has hurled
his thunderbolts at the idolatries of Maynoo^h; a man who has made
jokes, and with pain we add, very bad ones, at the sacredness of con-
stitutional governments; whilst at the same time he has folded to what,
in courtesy, we must call his bosom, all the despots of the woild; a
man whose moral principles are best t>pified by the patches of a harle-
quin's jacket; such a man has too long insulted the nation, and
scoffed at decency by possession of office ; and we wait his approaching
expulsion from power as a just though tardy offering to the holy resent-
ments of an outraged people.
Ere, however, Viscount P-lm-st-n is cast from Downing Street for
ever—(and we almost shudder to reflect upon the fate that may yet await
him; for though our institutions may have been sapoed and undermined,
the Tower of London stands where it did)—ere the Premier, if his good
fortune still attends him, passes to the obscurity of private life, we feel
that as journalists we shall only fulfil our duty towards that part of the
world at large—we say at large advisedly, for we are proud to say, that
we number among our readers several out-door patients, who share
our opinions,—if we enumerate a few, and only a few, of the many
treasons proveable against the misnamed stafesman who has all but
annihilated the moral character and the material strength of this
devoted country.
In the first place, nobody bn4- an idiot can deny (and we are 3ure
Mr. Urq-h-t will not) that, long since and again and again, the Pre-
mier has sold England to Russia. We might, nay, we. will, if defied,
name the exact sum3 of the bargain; together with the dirty and
tieachtrous hands they pa'sed through, with their final application in
the purchase of landed property. Men of England, you have been sold,
like so much cattle at an auction; knocked down in your beds without
knowing it and, bouDd hand and foot, given over to the Czar. If, in
the next generation, Russ does not become the mother-tongue of your
little ones, all we can say is, it will be—very extraordinary.
We could prove that the Premier, with a jaunty contempt of the
consequences of praemunire, has long held a private correspondence,—
nay, more,—has ieceived favours at the hand of the Pope. We scorn
to pry into the domestic circle, but the interest we claim to hold in our
country impels u3 to ask, where did a certain statue of Venus, a rare
antique, dug up in the Campagua, and now at Broadlands, co ne
Vol. 31.
from; and for what services, we should rather say for what treason?,
rendered ?
At the present moment the Austrians hold ihe Dauubiau Princi-
palities. We think that we could show reasons for this by many
dozens, w?te we intrusted w ih the key of the noble Viscounts wine-
cellar. Reasons, we say, bottled and yellow-sealed, and beaming with
the light of Jobannisberg from Mktternich's vineyards.
But we turn from foreign degradation to home disaster. Laying our
pen-hand Upon our heart, we firmly believe that to the pernicious,
ambidexterous policy of the Premier may be traced almost all our
commercial and social evils. Oh, it is terrible to reflect upon the foul
example of lax principle in high places! With polished trtason at the
council-table of the nation, what can we expect but wily fraud and
reckless rapiue at the banker's desk and tradesman's counter P
We fearlessly put one question—Was the trade of adulteration ever
carried to such an alarming height as during the reign of power of the
baleful Viscount ? Again, look at arsenic. But who sball wonder that
men buy poisons, when prosperous treason is permitted tosellita country?
We are not prepared to stake our reputation oa the fact; but we
have every reason to suppose, that the noble Viscount (noble i\y
courtesy !) will be found to have had an account at the Britiih Bank ;
not tbat we mean for a moment to insinuate that he ever overdrew it.
We are, however, p' efty well convinces tbat it will be shown before
Chancery that Mr. M'Gregor has been seen at the Viscount's
political parties; whilst—ana this we know—a letter is in ex'stence
from Mr. Hugh Innes Cameron in s hich the writer vaguely expresses
a desire to be admitted, if only for once, into those reunions/ And
the fall of the Bntish has astounded aid shocked our national honesty.
As if any calamity ought to a-tonish us under the circumstances it baa
been our painful duty to enuruerafe.
We refrain from touching upon another recent misdoing, as it is at
present sub lite; but we are quite ready to show that the Noble (?)
Viscouut was a frequent visitor to the Crystal Palace; and—for we
are fearfully and wonderfully made—who sball limit the moral influence
of such a man on the spirits of the weak and wavering ?
But we feel that we have said enough. This, however, we must and
will say. We might even at this hour of nntional darkness, at this
moment of social apathy, despair of the destinies of England. But no !
We turn with reassured heart and brightened hopes towards Tower
Hill; and—though to abject souls the sacrifice may seem painful—we
yet feel that our country may b« avenged and saved!—[Not from the
Morning Herald; but quite at its serviced)
SPORTING IN FRANCE.
Huntins and shooting are now the sports at Compieg; e. The
higher prices rise in t* .is, the greater the leaps taken by the Emperor.
Ali the horsemen a^e mounted on Arabian horses, and it is said the
Duke of CaM-Bridgf, aninvred guest, will be accompanied by the
Earl of Lucan, who will take with him the opinion of Loro Car-
digan as to the condition of the steeds. Lord C. would have per-
sonally attended; but is kept in London in oider that, after due con-
sideration, he may be quite ready to reply to any letter in the Times
that may discuss his military virtues.
The Empress has already distinguished herself as a shot. Having a
year or two ago brought down an imperial eagle by shooting her eyes
at him, she has added to the achievement by bagging nice pheasants.
The Moniteur assures ua that the loyal and affectionate bircta felt more
than they could express at the killing kindness! Why not ? What
says the poet ?
" Eels would be proud to lose their coat,
If skinu'd by Molly Dumpling's hand."
Nevertheless, we think beauty should leave such matters to the
beast. We like to think of Venus with her doves; bun confess we
should not care so much for the goddess were she known to wring the
necks of the birds and put them feet upwards under a crust.
Felice Orsini.
"Austrian Dungeons in Italy" is forbidden by the Austrian police
wherever Austria has placed her iron heel. In the meanwhile, as a set
off, Eelice Orsini makes a missionary progress through f.ee England.
Every lecture he gives i9 wo--th a regiment against the tyranny of
Austria. Thus, may a true man speak battalions !
MISSING, THE NAPIERS.—Whereas, more than a week having
elapsed since any person or persons of the name of Napier, have written a single
letter to the Times,—it is reasonably feared by the friends of the parties aforesaid,
bearing the name of Napier, that some mischance may have happened to a great
manifest public loss. This is to give notice that a letter, the very smallest contribu-
tion, will be gratefully received and read, that the public mind may be re-assured, and
the world in general sustained and comforted.
Any Cabman will be moderately rewarded who, after his own manner, shell causo a
personal manifestation of the ever-distinguished and always ill-used individuals
aforesaid.
161
Burglar (who is particular on the subject of Sherry). " Marsala,
by Jingo !"
THE TREASONS OF ViSCOUNT P-LM-ST-N.
ix has now become a grave question at no less than three tea-tables in
the neighbourhood of Shoe Lane, whether Viscount P-lm-^t-n should
not take the place of Guy Eawkes on the approaching fifth of
November and be burnt in multiplied effigies. There can be no doubt
of the fact that, at last, the sun of the Premier is about to set. The
crisis ha3 been long coming; but the result will be the surer. A man
who has mocked at all the obligations of a Privy Councillor, and who
has moreover been known to fall dtfyingly asleep, with his hat con-
temptuously arched upon his forehead, whilst Ms. Spooner has hurled
his thunderbolts at the idolatries of Maynoo^h; a man who has made
jokes, and with pain we add, very bad ones, at the sacredness of con-
stitutional governments; whilst at the same time he has folded to what,
in courtesy, we must call his bosom, all the despots of the woild; a
man whose moral principles are best t>pified by the patches of a harle-
quin's jacket; such a man has too long insulted the nation, and
scoffed at decency by possession of office ; and we wait his approaching
expulsion from power as a just though tardy offering to the holy resent-
ments of an outraged people.
Ere, however, Viscount P-lm-st-n is cast from Downing Street for
ever—(and we almost shudder to reflect upon the fate that may yet await
him; for though our institutions may have been sapoed and undermined,
the Tower of London stands where it did)—ere the Premier, if his good
fortune still attends him, passes to the obscurity of private life, we feel
that as journalists we shall only fulfil our duty towards that part of the
world at large—we say at large advisedly, for we are proud to say, that
we number among our readers several out-door patients, who share
our opinions,—if we enumerate a few, and only a few, of the many
treasons proveable against the misnamed stafesman who has all but
annihilated the moral character and the material strength of this
devoted country.
In the first place, nobody bn4- an idiot can deny (and we are 3ure
Mr. Urq-h-t will not) that, long since and again and again, the Pre-
mier has sold England to Russia. We might, nay, we. will, if defied,
name the exact sum3 of the bargain; together with the dirty and
tieachtrous hands they pa'sed through, with their final application in
the purchase of landed property. Men of England, you have been sold,
like so much cattle at an auction; knocked down in your beds without
knowing it and, bouDd hand and foot, given over to the Czar. If, in
the next generation, Russ does not become the mother-tongue of your
little ones, all we can say is, it will be—very extraordinary.
We could prove that the Premier, with a jaunty contempt of the
consequences of praemunire, has long held a private correspondence,—
nay, more,—has ieceived favours at the hand of the Pope. We scorn
to pry into the domestic circle, but the interest we claim to hold in our
country impels u3 to ask, where did a certain statue of Venus, a rare
antique, dug up in the Campagua, and now at Broadlands, co ne
Vol. 31.
from; and for what services, we should rather say for what treason?,
rendered ?
At the present moment the Austrians hold ihe Dauubiau Princi-
palities. We think that we could show reasons for this by many
dozens, w?te we intrusted w ih the key of the noble Viscounts wine-
cellar. Reasons, we say, bottled and yellow-sealed, and beaming with
the light of Jobannisberg from Mktternich's vineyards.
But we turn from foreign degradation to home disaster. Laying our
pen-hand Upon our heart, we firmly believe that to the pernicious,
ambidexterous policy of the Premier may be traced almost all our
commercial and social evils. Oh, it is terrible to reflect upon the foul
example of lax principle in high places! With polished trtason at the
council-table of the nation, what can we expect but wily fraud and
reckless rapiue at the banker's desk and tradesman's counter P
We fearlessly put one question—Was the trade of adulteration ever
carried to such an alarming height as during the reign of power of the
baleful Viscount ? Again, look at arsenic. But who sball wonder that
men buy poisons, when prosperous treason is permitted tosellita country?
We are not prepared to stake our reputation oa the fact; but we
have every reason to suppose, that the noble Viscount (noble i\y
courtesy !) will be found to have had an account at the Britiih Bank ;
not tbat we mean for a moment to insinuate that he ever overdrew it.
We are, however, p' efty well convinces tbat it will be shown before
Chancery that Mr. M'Gregor has been seen at the Viscount's
political parties; whilst—ana this we know—a letter is in ex'stence
from Mr. Hugh Innes Cameron in s hich the writer vaguely expresses
a desire to be admitted, if only for once, into those reunions/ And
the fall of the Bntish has astounded aid shocked our national honesty.
As if any calamity ought to a-tonish us under the circumstances it baa
been our painful duty to enuruerafe.
We refrain from touching upon another recent misdoing, as it is at
present sub lite; but we are quite ready to show that the Noble (?)
Viscouut was a frequent visitor to the Crystal Palace; and—for we
are fearfully and wonderfully made—who sball limit the moral influence
of such a man on the spirits of the weak and wavering ?
But we feel that we have said enough. This, however, we must and
will say. We might even at this hour of nntional darkness, at this
moment of social apathy, despair of the destinies of England. But no !
We turn with reassured heart and brightened hopes towards Tower
Hill; and—though to abject souls the sacrifice may seem painful—we
yet feel that our country may b« avenged and saved!—[Not from the
Morning Herald; but quite at its serviced)
SPORTING IN FRANCE.
Huntins and shooting are now the sports at Compieg; e. The
higher prices rise in t* .is, the greater the leaps taken by the Emperor.
Ali the horsemen a^e mounted on Arabian horses, and it is said the
Duke of CaM-Bridgf, aninvred guest, will be accompanied by the
Earl of Lucan, who will take with him the opinion of Loro Car-
digan as to the condition of the steeds. Lord C. would have per-
sonally attended; but is kept in London in oider that, after due con-
sideration, he may be quite ready to reply to any letter in the Times
that may discuss his military virtues.
The Empress has already distinguished herself as a shot. Having a
year or two ago brought down an imperial eagle by shooting her eyes
at him, she has added to the achievement by bagging nice pheasants.
The Moniteur assures ua that the loyal and affectionate bircta felt more
than they could express at the killing kindness! Why not ? What
says the poet ?
" Eels would be proud to lose their coat,
If skinu'd by Molly Dumpling's hand."
Nevertheless, we think beauty should leave such matters to the
beast. We like to think of Venus with her doves; bun confess we
should not care so much for the goddess were she known to wring the
necks of the birds and put them feet upwards under a crust.
Felice Orsini.
"Austrian Dungeons in Italy" is forbidden by the Austrian police
wherever Austria has placed her iron heel. In the meanwhile, as a set
off, Eelice Orsini makes a missionary progress through f.ee England.
Every lecture he gives i9 wo--th a regiment against the tyranny of
Austria. Thus, may a true man speak battalions !
MISSING, THE NAPIERS.—Whereas, more than a week having
elapsed since any person or persons of the name of Napier, have written a single
letter to the Times,—it is reasonably feared by the friends of the parties aforesaid,
bearing the name of Napier, that some mischance may have happened to a great
manifest public loss. This is to give notice that a letter, the very smallest contribu-
tion, will be gratefully received and read, that the public mind may be re-assured, and
the world in general sustained and comforted.
Any Cabman will be moderately rewarded who, after his own manner, shell causo a
personal manifestation of the ever-distinguished and always ill-used individuals
aforesaid.