DOI issue:
November 1, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16618#0182
L74 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 1, 1856.
THK HARMONIOUS ALLIANCE.
Ths orchestra of Europe is tuning, is tuning,
And the discord and din are bewild'ring to bear,
For we all know the squeaking, the scraping and crooning,
That the tuning of instruments brings to the ear.
But as barnoooy,— so teacnes concert experience,—
Is bred of the discords that tuning attend,
L°fc us hope that this prelude of ear-racking vamnce,
In harmonious con card is destined to end.
There's big Russia his wind in the ophicleide tiying
(From the Island of Serpents the instrument comes),
While Naples, the whistle of Picco outvying,
Tunes Ms penny trumpet to Austria's drums-
White-coat Austria presides o'er the brass, in the middle,
And Prussia co ues in with his u>ual bass,
While Louks Napoleon leads, as fi-st fiddle,
Spite of John Bull's relucfance to yield him the place.
Tantara ! tantara ! the trumpets are sounding— _
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub ! goes the drum's throbbing roll—
Its mild notes the flute diplomatic is rounding,
But playing, we grieve to say, false on the whole.
At the violoncello, whose grumbling and growling
Most resembles the voice of the family Bull,
Peifidious Albion sits, sulky and scowling,
As if fain to come bang wi'h't on somebody's skull.
But still through the trumpeting, fiting, and drumming,
The flute's soothing warble, the double-base snore,
1 can hear other discordi less tuneable, coming
From some deep-hidden orchestra up through the floor.
'Tis the low under-murmur of down-trodden nations,
Whose names European programmes may not show,
Poland, Italy, Hungary, mad with impatience,
And darkly preparing their concert below !
What will com ; of such conco d ? Harmonious alliauce,
For Austria and Prussia and Russia may do,
Where the stick is the baton enforcing compliance,
And the clink of the chain makes the measure go true.
A I'd France, with a shrug, too, may follow her leader,
Forswearing the riot she ran in her youth;
Bu>, can England of their blotted score long be reader,—
That score, in the key of brute force and untruth ?
No—perish such music, and woe to its makers,
When God's thunder peals out the greaf. war-song of Right,
When Justice and Truth, the twin-giaots, throne-shakers,
F om their subterrene biding-place leap to the light.
In that awful clashing of Powers and dominions,
On which side of the battle shall England be found?
God guide her free choice betwixn tyranny's minions,
And the wrong-d and oppressed whose blood cries from tht
ground.
CARDIGAN'S LAST CHARGE.
The Earl of Cardigan, in a letter to a contemporary, makes the
remark in reference to Mp. Buck, M.P.:—
" This individual haB now identified himself with a low slanderer, whose statement*
—dictated, no doubt, by some person much above his own position iu society-wer6
the origin of all those falsehoods which have been launched at me."
The Hco of Balaklava—for he was a hero there equa'ly with
Privates Smith and Jones of intrepid memory—should have named
'he person, above the position in society of his lo* slanderer, at whom
he hints. Otherwise some people, misconceiving his allusion, may
possibly imagine that he means the Earl of L—c—n.
Growl by an Author whose Table has been " Set to
Rights,"—" The proper Sludy of mankind" is a room womankind
ca-i't get into.
THK HARMONIOUS ALLIANCE.
Ths orchestra of Europe is tuning, is tuning,
And the discord and din are bewild'ring to bear,
For we all know the squeaking, the scraping and crooning,
That the tuning of instruments brings to the ear.
But as barnoooy,— so teacnes concert experience,—
Is bred of the discords that tuning attend,
L°fc us hope that this prelude of ear-racking vamnce,
In harmonious con card is destined to end.
There's big Russia his wind in the ophicleide tiying
(From the Island of Serpents the instrument comes),
While Naples, the whistle of Picco outvying,
Tunes Ms penny trumpet to Austria's drums-
White-coat Austria presides o'er the brass, in the middle,
And Prussia co ues in with his u>ual bass,
While Louks Napoleon leads, as fi-st fiddle,
Spite of John Bull's relucfance to yield him the place.
Tantara ! tantara ! the trumpets are sounding— _
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub ! goes the drum's throbbing roll—
Its mild notes the flute diplomatic is rounding,
But playing, we grieve to say, false on the whole.
At the violoncello, whose grumbling and growling
Most resembles the voice of the family Bull,
Peifidious Albion sits, sulky and scowling,
As if fain to come bang wi'h't on somebody's skull.
But still through the trumpeting, fiting, and drumming,
The flute's soothing warble, the double-base snore,
1 can hear other discordi less tuneable, coming
From some deep-hidden orchestra up through the floor.
'Tis the low under-murmur of down-trodden nations,
Whose names European programmes may not show,
Poland, Italy, Hungary, mad with impatience,
And darkly preparing their concert below !
What will com ; of such conco d ? Harmonious alliauce,
For Austria and Prussia and Russia may do,
Where the stick is the baton enforcing compliance,
And the clink of the chain makes the measure go true.
A I'd France, with a shrug, too, may follow her leader,
Forswearing the riot she ran in her youth;
Bu>, can England of their blotted score long be reader,—
That score, in the key of brute force and untruth ?
No—perish such music, and woe to its makers,
When God's thunder peals out the greaf. war-song of Right,
When Justice and Truth, the twin-giaots, throne-shakers,
F om their subterrene biding-place leap to the light.
In that awful clashing of Powers and dominions,
On which side of the battle shall England be found?
God guide her free choice betwixn tyranny's minions,
And the wrong-d and oppressed whose blood cries from tht
ground.
CARDIGAN'S LAST CHARGE.
The Earl of Cardigan, in a letter to a contemporary, makes the
remark in reference to Mp. Buck, M.P.:—
" This individual haB now identified himself with a low slanderer, whose statement*
—dictated, no doubt, by some person much above his own position iu society-wer6
the origin of all those falsehoods which have been launched at me."
The Hco of Balaklava—for he was a hero there equa'ly with
Privates Smith and Jones of intrepid memory—should have named
'he person, above the position in society of his lo* slanderer, at whom
he hints. Otherwise some people, misconceiving his allusion, may
possibly imagine that he means the Earl of L—c—n.
Growl by an Author whose Table has been " Set to
Rights,"—" The proper Sludy of mankind" is a room womankind
ca-i't get into.