DOI issue:
November 8, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16618#0192
184 PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 8, 1856.
FOXHUNTING IN A FOG.
JPiVrf Huntsman (in the distance). " All Right, Jack ! Come along ! I can hear 'em in the next Field ! "
THE COMING 'BUS.
The hoax has become too stale. Let the newspapers, although it is
the dull season, try some other subject; for we are heartily tired of
series of the new omnibus ; heartily weary of he reports ol meetings
of inventors, shareholders, and delighted par'iclts of the public,
gathered toge'her, to describe and listen to and rejoice at the wonderful
ne* omnibus that is to-morrow at la'est (if it has not done so already)
to take to the streets, and ro carry Her Majesty's subjects on their
business and pleasure with decency and decorum; wuh ease and
despatch ; sagacity on the box and civility on the knife-board, We do
not assert the a solute impossibility of such an event; bur, we are no
lonxer to be worked into the easy belief of the quick-coming ne *
'bus. We therefore treat as pure fiction, or rather as impure self-
interest, the report of a meeting last week at Stoke-Newington, where
nea-er and dearer acquaintance wirh our fellow-creature; and if such
acquaintance be further tightened by an extra child or wo, why the
circumstance only brings out our humanity, such as it may be, in
greater prominence.
We therefore cling to our old 'bus. Not that we have any fear of
its being superseded. No, no. The world may wair, long enough.
The coming 'bus will only come with the driver, and he will be the—
Coming Man.
THE NEW AMERICAN GLEE.
Air.—" Here's a Health to all Good Lasses."
By each nigger-backing hound.
North. Here's a bumper.
South. Here's a Bowie-
North. Drink to "Fremont !
North. Here's a health to Colonhl Fremont.
South. Drink that varmint! Don't you dream on't,
it was pretended that another new 'bus was exhibited. A 'bus—with w T ™e, revolver* caps go round.
>uch a length and breadth of sear, that even bully Bottom might rake ^r/f j^TV a sac7 treasure,
hi« ease upon it, cosily as though in "a wood near Athens." A 'bus ! South- ^Vf^Tl^ t&?*l™L
where the space is so great in the centre that opposite knees shall no
longer saind ; a 'bus iu which the ventilation shall turn even the sand-
wiches in the stout lady's basket into ambiosia, and give to the face of
the bah, all the effect of " the milk of Paradise." A 'bus the outside unaK 10 f RIM0NT 1 „ , .,
of which is to be reached by an ingenious abridgment of J acob's ladder. , r q l uT^Lwhli^l »m™H
A 'bus so light, so springy, that the horses while they drag it will \ Together. \ |00Q sl» be Z „ ™2 ZZlrd
never be made to believe that they are doing work, but are merely out South * L Saon sha11 be done up and browned-
upon pleasure, seems* life from Bays water to the Bank.
No, uo; we are no longer credulous. We believed in the advent of
a French company who were to take the whip hand of our ignorance,
and teach us what civic travelling mittht be. Where have the com-
pany vanished? Does Cayenne know anything about them? Will
Louis Blanc—(who has evidently offended Louis Napoleon, see the
Moniteur)—will the philosophic historian make inquiries? He will
oblige us. Nor, that we have any faith whatever in any possible or
probable improvement in our old constitutional 'bus. No: its very
mustiness is a venerable institution. Its wet straw is a thing to be
taken to our bosoms. Its forced pressure of seat brings us into a
Difficulty of Hippophagy.
The introduction of horse-flesh, as an article of consumption, into
P'ivate families, will not tend to promote domestic happioess. Those
who live on that description of food must, necessarily, live a cat and
dog sort of life.
An American Tra.it.—Emerson calls the slave? '' the black spota
on the Sun of American Freedom."
FOXHUNTING IN A FOG.
JPiVrf Huntsman (in the distance). " All Right, Jack ! Come along ! I can hear 'em in the next Field ! "
THE COMING 'BUS.
The hoax has become too stale. Let the newspapers, although it is
the dull season, try some other subject; for we are heartily tired of
series of the new omnibus ; heartily weary of he reports ol meetings
of inventors, shareholders, and delighted par'iclts of the public,
gathered toge'her, to describe and listen to and rejoice at the wonderful
ne* omnibus that is to-morrow at la'est (if it has not done so already)
to take to the streets, and ro carry Her Majesty's subjects on their
business and pleasure with decency and decorum; wuh ease and
despatch ; sagacity on the box and civility on the knife-board, We do
not assert the a solute impossibility of such an event; bur, we are no
lonxer to be worked into the easy belief of the quick-coming ne *
'bus. We therefore treat as pure fiction, or rather as impure self-
interest, the report of a meeting last week at Stoke-Newington, where
nea-er and dearer acquaintance wirh our fellow-creature; and if such
acquaintance be further tightened by an extra child or wo, why the
circumstance only brings out our humanity, such as it may be, in
greater prominence.
We therefore cling to our old 'bus. Not that we have any fear of
its being superseded. No, no. The world may wair, long enough.
The coming 'bus will only come with the driver, and he will be the—
Coming Man.
THE NEW AMERICAN GLEE.
Air.—" Here's a Health to all Good Lasses."
By each nigger-backing hound.
North. Here's a bumper.
South. Here's a Bowie-
North. Drink to "Fremont !
North. Here's a health to Colonhl Fremont.
South. Drink that varmint! Don't you dream on't,
it was pretended that another new 'bus was exhibited. A 'bus—with w T ™e, revolver* caps go round.
>uch a length and breadth of sear, that even bully Bottom might rake ^r/f j^TV a sac7 treasure,
hi« ease upon it, cosily as though in "a wood near Athens." A 'bus ! South- ^Vf^Tl^ t&?*l™L
where the space is so great in the centre that opposite knees shall no
longer saind ; a 'bus iu which the ventilation shall turn even the sand-
wiches in the stout lady's basket into ambiosia, and give to the face of
the bah, all the effect of " the milk of Paradise." A 'bus the outside unaK 10 f RIM0NT 1 „ , .,
of which is to be reached by an ingenious abridgment of J acob's ladder. , r q l uT^Lwhli^l »m™H
A 'bus so light, so springy, that the horses while they drag it will \ Together. \ |00Q sl» be Z „ ™2 ZZlrd
never be made to believe that they are doing work, but are merely out South * L Saon sha11 be done up and browned-
upon pleasure, seems* life from Bays water to the Bank.
No, uo; we are no longer credulous. We believed in the advent of
a French company who were to take the whip hand of our ignorance,
and teach us what civic travelling mittht be. Where have the com-
pany vanished? Does Cayenne know anything about them? Will
Louis Blanc—(who has evidently offended Louis Napoleon, see the
Moniteur)—will the philosophic historian make inquiries? He will
oblige us. Nor, that we have any faith whatever in any possible or
probable improvement in our old constitutional 'bus. No: its very
mustiness is a venerable institution. Its wet straw is a thing to be
taken to our bosoms. Its forced pressure of seat brings us into a
Difficulty of Hippophagy.
The introduction of horse-flesh, as an article of consumption, into
P'ivate families, will not tend to promote domestic happioess. Those
who live on that description of food must, necessarily, live a cat and
dog sort of life.
An American Tra.it.—Emerson calls the slave? '' the black spota
on the Sun of American Freedom."