DOI issue:
October 25, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16618#0172
.64 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [October 25, 1856.
NOTHING TO SPEAK OF!
Old Gent. " Pray, my good Man, "what is the Matter ?"
Coyifused Individual. " Matter, Sir ! Genlmn's Oss run away with a Broom, Sir ! Niver see anytbink like it in all
my BOliN days ! DOWN he comes THE 'ILL with the ShARVES a-DANGLING all ABOUT HIS LEGS—KNOCKS a butcher's cart
into A LlNENDfiAPER'S shop—BANGS AGIN A c abridge AND PaIR, and smash*S THE panel all TO bits—UPSfcTS A FeAYTON, and
ie he 'adn't a-rtjn up agin this here cab and dashed it right over, and stopped hisself, blowed if i don't think
there'd a bin some Accident!"
"TELL ME WHERE IS FANCY BRED?"
In his recent work upon our natioual shortcomings, our late visitor,
Mr. Emerson—who we understand w/ires with none but the ver>
sharpest of steel nibs, in order more effectually to "dig it into"
those he criticises, begins at osce a condemnation >nd a sentence by
remarking—
" The English have no fancy."
" No fancj ?" eh ? Haven't they, indeed! It almost takes our breath
away to hear a statement so audacious. The writer, it is true, is some-
times biassed in his evidence, and is in the habit not infrequently of
drawing inferences ex party; but whatever pa ty he may seriously
incline to in the States, it is clear that here at ieest we must regard
him as a know-nothing—or at any rate a ki.ow-nothing of English
(and Bell's) Life.
We are nut disposed to waste our "valuable space," as corres-
pondents call it, in arguiiig the matter coolly over with our satirist;
but if Mr. Emerson, w'&ea he revisits us (as he is pretty sure to do on
reading what fdtractions are in store for him), sfill holds to his opinion
that "the English have no fancy," rather fancy that a half hour's
gentle argument with the " Brummagem Bai.tarn " or the " Slashing
Slosgerer" will be quite enough to bring him to—or rather put him in
a plight that will require him to be brought to—an opinion quite the
contrary.
An Aitchbone to Pick.
Lord Ernest Vane Tempest spates that he persecuted Mr. Ames
for Lot minding his " H." The Duke of Cambrtoge dismisses LoiiD
Ernest for not minding his " I."
ROGUES OF THE REVENUE,
We extract the following paragraph from the Morning Post .—
" Swindling Tax Collectors.—Mb. Worlet, Income-Tax Collector for Dudley
has just absconded, and his accounts show defalcations to the extent of £3,000. On
Saturday, Mr. H. H. Cooper, Property-Tax Collector at West Bromwich, Staffordshire,
was apprehended under a warrant for embezzling something like£l,40!>; he now lies
in Stafford gaol. Woblby is supposed to have gone to Sweden, a country with wnicfi
Great Britain has unfortunately no treaty vmder the powers of which she can claim
absconding criminals."
In the almost daily lists of defaulters and swindlers now published
by the newspapers, it is very wonderful that there are not more
Income-Tax Coilfcors. It is difficult to understand how the (iovern-
meLt contrives to get an honest man to become an instrument ot that
extortion which the Income-Tax is, in so far as it is levied on precarious
income. One would think that a conscientious Income-lax Collector
must be as rare as a benevolent Jack Ketch. We earnestly hope
that all the vessels bound for Sweden may be vigorously searched lest
they should contain other Income-Tax Collectors on their way to join
Mr. Worley. -_
Lord Ernest Vane.
{Concluded from 22nd October, 1855.)
" And who was my Lord Ernest Vane^
And who was my Lord Bknest Vane ?"
A misbehaved Comet,
Who buzzed like a hornet,
Now scrunched—so he won'1, buzz again.
" After you," as the Policeman ought to be allowed to say to the
bubble-bank Director.
NOTHING TO SPEAK OF!
Old Gent. " Pray, my good Man, "what is the Matter ?"
Coyifused Individual. " Matter, Sir ! Genlmn's Oss run away with a Broom, Sir ! Niver see anytbink like it in all
my BOliN days ! DOWN he comes THE 'ILL with the ShARVES a-DANGLING all ABOUT HIS LEGS—KNOCKS a butcher's cart
into A LlNENDfiAPER'S shop—BANGS AGIN A c abridge AND PaIR, and smash*S THE panel all TO bits—UPSfcTS A FeAYTON, and
ie he 'adn't a-rtjn up agin this here cab and dashed it right over, and stopped hisself, blowed if i don't think
there'd a bin some Accident!"
"TELL ME WHERE IS FANCY BRED?"
In his recent work upon our natioual shortcomings, our late visitor,
Mr. Emerson—who we understand w/ires with none but the ver>
sharpest of steel nibs, in order more effectually to "dig it into"
those he criticises, begins at osce a condemnation >nd a sentence by
remarking—
" The English have no fancy."
" No fancj ?" eh ? Haven't they, indeed! It almost takes our breath
away to hear a statement so audacious. The writer, it is true, is some-
times biassed in his evidence, and is in the habit not infrequently of
drawing inferences ex party; but whatever pa ty he may seriously
incline to in the States, it is clear that here at ieest we must regard
him as a know-nothing—or at any rate a ki.ow-nothing of English
(and Bell's) Life.
We are nut disposed to waste our "valuable space," as corres-
pondents call it, in arguiiig the matter coolly over with our satirist;
but if Mr. Emerson, w'&ea he revisits us (as he is pretty sure to do on
reading what fdtractions are in store for him), sfill holds to his opinion
that "the English have no fancy," rather fancy that a half hour's
gentle argument with the " Brummagem Bai.tarn " or the " Slashing
Slosgerer" will be quite enough to bring him to—or rather put him in
a plight that will require him to be brought to—an opinion quite the
contrary.
An Aitchbone to Pick.
Lord Ernest Vane Tempest spates that he persecuted Mr. Ames
for Lot minding his " H." The Duke of Cambrtoge dismisses LoiiD
Ernest for not minding his " I."
ROGUES OF THE REVENUE,
We extract the following paragraph from the Morning Post .—
" Swindling Tax Collectors.—Mb. Worlet, Income-Tax Collector for Dudley
has just absconded, and his accounts show defalcations to the extent of £3,000. On
Saturday, Mr. H. H. Cooper, Property-Tax Collector at West Bromwich, Staffordshire,
was apprehended under a warrant for embezzling something like£l,40!>; he now lies
in Stafford gaol. Woblby is supposed to have gone to Sweden, a country with wnicfi
Great Britain has unfortunately no treaty vmder the powers of which she can claim
absconding criminals."
In the almost daily lists of defaulters and swindlers now published
by the newspapers, it is very wonderful that there are not more
Income-Tax Coilfcors. It is difficult to understand how the (iovern-
meLt contrives to get an honest man to become an instrument ot that
extortion which the Income-Tax is, in so far as it is levied on precarious
income. One would think that a conscientious Income-lax Collector
must be as rare as a benevolent Jack Ketch. We earnestly hope
that all the vessels bound for Sweden may be vigorously searched lest
they should contain other Income-Tax Collectors on their way to join
Mr. Worley. -_
Lord Ernest Vane.
{Concluded from 22nd October, 1855.)
" And who was my Lord Ernest Vane^
And who was my Lord Bknest Vane ?"
A misbehaved Comet,
Who buzzed like a hornet,
Now scrunched—so he won'1, buzz again.
" After you," as the Policeman ought to be allowed to say to the
bubble-bank Director.