DOI issue:
November 22, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16618#0210
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 22, 1856.
LORD MAYOR'S SHOW.
First Derisive Blackguard Boy. " Hooror I here 'a a jolly old Guy I"
Second Do. Do. (on lamp-post). "Hi !—John !—■ You ain't shaved this mornin'!'
PERSECUTION IN MADEIRA.
The Tablet will no doubt burn with indignation at the
subjoined case of Protestant bigotry and intolerance, taken
from the of "Deaths" daily published by the Times.
Even that record of mortality is perverted by heretical malice
to the vile and odious purpose of persecution. Behold the
insidious and malignant announcement!—
" At the end of October, at Funchal, Madeira, Rita Gomez, a Portuguese
Pro estant. The Roman Catholic authorities refusing permission for inter-
ment, the body was thrown into the sea."
In the first place, here are the relatives of the deceased,
Protestants of course, insulting the feelings of Etonian Catholics
by trying; to procure Christian burial in a Roman Catholic
country for a heretic. Defeafed in this c;uel and uncharitable
ohjec", the b,;gots next endeavour to wound the susceptibilities
of the faithful, and bring the holy discipline of the true Church
into odium, by publishing the failure of their impious design in
the leading journal of Europe. This is all of a piece with an
annual commemoration of Gdy Fawkes, and occasional
allusions to the stakes of Smithfield.
"'Till so gently Stealing."
It seems that Manager Cameron, before opening the Bank,
was in 1 he habit of reading prayers. Of such hypocrites, who
bring disrepute on the name of Religion, it may be truthfully
said, in Goldsmith's line, that:
" Those who came to scoff, remained to prey."
what the FRENCH ARE dependent on !
The on dit luns through the City that the French Govern-
ment is so intimately connected with gambling, that its veiy
existence may be said to hang on the old c/y of Cartouche's :
—" La Bourse, ou La Vie ! "
THE .MAWWORM LIBRARY.
To any of our readers who may be in the habit of smoking, and who
sometimes, perhaps, experience a want of "spills" to light their c'gars
with, we can confidently recommend a quantity of paper extremely fit
to be cut up for that purpose. It is contained in two little trac's with
iisgusting titles now in course of being offered, by the subjoined adver-
tisement, to the hypocritical and canting portion of the community :—
" May I go to the Ballf By the late Rev. J. Macdonald, with an Introduction by the
Rev. J. Clabkson, Ipswich. Price 2d. Also, by the same Author and Editor, Fourteen
Seasons why we should Not Go to the Theatre. 2d"
Before applying these publications to the purpose for which they are
above recommended, it might be a3 well if the purchaser would read
them to his sisters, or any other young ladies with whom he may be
intimate, for the purpose of imparting, and sharing, the enjoyment of a
good laugh at what will be doubtless found a parcel of imbecile and.
drivelling twaddle—if that twaddle i3 not too melancholy. But works
of this sort greatly tend to corrupt the mind of youth, by generating
therein a contempt for all religion whatever, which they exhibit in the
light of a despicable and maudlin fanaticism. They do the same
mischief as the demeanour, particularly in the pulpit, of the reverend
gents who write and edit them. They abound, for the most part, in a
kind of sanctified slang, which corresponds to the moaning, and mouth-
ing, and snuffling, and other nauseous and vulgar mannerisms by which
preachers of the class alluded to usually make themselves ridiculous.
";May I go to the ball ?" is a question which exclusively concerns
the Mamma, who is the only "person to whom it can, except in a few
unhappy cases, be addressed. The cases we allude to are those of a
morbid enthusiasm which commonly, to a certain extent, vents itself in
working large slippers, adapted to'contain and cherish the bunions of
popular, and mostly nonconformist, divines. There may be fourteen,
or more reasons, why we should not go to the theatre, and one of them
js the probability that we should be bored there by a dull and repulsive
drama, translated from the French, with deteriorations. But bad as
Jie stage may, in some instances, be, it is not, at the lowest, so bad as
the histrionic pulpit, in which the performance is acting of the worst
tendency, and veiy bad acting, of the most snobbish kind, ludicrous
without being comic.
PUBLIC NOTICE.— This is to give notice that, for the security of
passengers, from and after the 17th instant, sedan-chairs will ply every night after
Burnet across Paddingtcm Green. The Chairmen will be duly registered, and not less
than two approved Guards, with cutlasses and loaded blunderbusses, will attend each
chair. An allowance made to persons whose lives are insured.
THE SWAN ON THE CHESS-BOARD.
A New edition of Shakspeare is announced. It is to be edited by
1 Mr. Staunton, the champion of the Chess-ring. Our great chess-
player has doubtless many other qualifications for the work besides his
specialite ; but we are credibly informed that this also will be available
in his dealings with "the divine Williams.'' We hear that Mr.
Staunton has in his possession a diagram containing the game at chess
which Ferdinand and Miranda were "discovered" playing, in the
Enchanted Island. Without forestalling the editorial revelafions,_we
may mention that Ferdinand was playing the Allgaier or Algiers
Gambit, which he had learned from one of the Tunis noblemen who
came to fetch the Princess Claribel. Miranda, startled by the readiness
with which her lover throws away his king's bishop's pawn, exclaims:
" Sweet Lord, you play me false."
To which Ferdinand, in Mr. Staunton's restored text, replies :
" No, my dear love,
I would not for the world. You took my pawn,
As I intended, and I now advance
My king's knight, darling, to my bishop's third ;
You push your pawn up to your king's knight's fourth,
And i respond by shoving up my pawn
To the fourth square in front of my king's rook ;
The best thing jou, admired Miranda, now
Can do, (except to look at me, your slave,)
Is to push on your pawn to king's knight's firth
True, my attack is strong, but, play you false,
As i have said, I would not for the world."
And then the innocently playful girl goes on, as in the received
editions, to tell him that for a score of kingdoms he might cheat her*
Ttiis is but one of many valuable additions which we may expect from
Mr. Staunton, and we shall be very happy to receive his first volume.
A Delusive 'Bus.
Reports are rife of the appearance of a new and comfortable 'Bus ia
the streets. The London public a-e requested not to believe in any
such reality. What has seemed a 'bus is only the Flying Dutchman on
wheels—a thing of smoke drawn by horses of moonshine.
an act cp real benevolence.
On Fxiday last, Mr. Dallas, the American Minister, visited thg
Haymarket te see Mr. Murdoch's Charles Surface, Like a true
philaathropist, the minister stayed, to the las\
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 22, 1856.
LORD MAYOR'S SHOW.
First Derisive Blackguard Boy. " Hooror I here 'a a jolly old Guy I"
Second Do. Do. (on lamp-post). "Hi !—John !—■ You ain't shaved this mornin'!'
PERSECUTION IN MADEIRA.
The Tablet will no doubt burn with indignation at the
subjoined case of Protestant bigotry and intolerance, taken
from the of "Deaths" daily published by the Times.
Even that record of mortality is perverted by heretical malice
to the vile and odious purpose of persecution. Behold the
insidious and malignant announcement!—
" At the end of October, at Funchal, Madeira, Rita Gomez, a Portuguese
Pro estant. The Roman Catholic authorities refusing permission for inter-
ment, the body was thrown into the sea."
In the first place, here are the relatives of the deceased,
Protestants of course, insulting the feelings of Etonian Catholics
by trying; to procure Christian burial in a Roman Catholic
country for a heretic. Defeafed in this c;uel and uncharitable
ohjec", the b,;gots next endeavour to wound the susceptibilities
of the faithful, and bring the holy discipline of the true Church
into odium, by publishing the failure of their impious design in
the leading journal of Europe. This is all of a piece with an
annual commemoration of Gdy Fawkes, and occasional
allusions to the stakes of Smithfield.
"'Till so gently Stealing."
It seems that Manager Cameron, before opening the Bank,
was in 1 he habit of reading prayers. Of such hypocrites, who
bring disrepute on the name of Religion, it may be truthfully
said, in Goldsmith's line, that:
" Those who came to scoff, remained to prey."
what the FRENCH ARE dependent on !
The on dit luns through the City that the French Govern-
ment is so intimately connected with gambling, that its veiy
existence may be said to hang on the old c/y of Cartouche's :
—" La Bourse, ou La Vie ! "
THE .MAWWORM LIBRARY.
To any of our readers who may be in the habit of smoking, and who
sometimes, perhaps, experience a want of "spills" to light their c'gars
with, we can confidently recommend a quantity of paper extremely fit
to be cut up for that purpose. It is contained in two little trac's with
iisgusting titles now in course of being offered, by the subjoined adver-
tisement, to the hypocritical and canting portion of the community :—
" May I go to the Ballf By the late Rev. J. Macdonald, with an Introduction by the
Rev. J. Clabkson, Ipswich. Price 2d. Also, by the same Author and Editor, Fourteen
Seasons why we should Not Go to the Theatre. 2d"
Before applying these publications to the purpose for which they are
above recommended, it might be a3 well if the purchaser would read
them to his sisters, or any other young ladies with whom he may be
intimate, for the purpose of imparting, and sharing, the enjoyment of a
good laugh at what will be doubtless found a parcel of imbecile and.
drivelling twaddle—if that twaddle i3 not too melancholy. But works
of this sort greatly tend to corrupt the mind of youth, by generating
therein a contempt for all religion whatever, which they exhibit in the
light of a despicable and maudlin fanaticism. They do the same
mischief as the demeanour, particularly in the pulpit, of the reverend
gents who write and edit them. They abound, for the most part, in a
kind of sanctified slang, which corresponds to the moaning, and mouth-
ing, and snuffling, and other nauseous and vulgar mannerisms by which
preachers of the class alluded to usually make themselves ridiculous.
";May I go to the ball ?" is a question which exclusively concerns
the Mamma, who is the only "person to whom it can, except in a few
unhappy cases, be addressed. The cases we allude to are those of a
morbid enthusiasm which commonly, to a certain extent, vents itself in
working large slippers, adapted to'contain and cherish the bunions of
popular, and mostly nonconformist, divines. There may be fourteen,
or more reasons, why we should not go to the theatre, and one of them
js the probability that we should be bored there by a dull and repulsive
drama, translated from the French, with deteriorations. But bad as
Jie stage may, in some instances, be, it is not, at the lowest, so bad as
the histrionic pulpit, in which the performance is acting of the worst
tendency, and veiy bad acting, of the most snobbish kind, ludicrous
without being comic.
PUBLIC NOTICE.— This is to give notice that, for the security of
passengers, from and after the 17th instant, sedan-chairs will ply every night after
Burnet across Paddingtcm Green. The Chairmen will be duly registered, and not less
than two approved Guards, with cutlasses and loaded blunderbusses, will attend each
chair. An allowance made to persons whose lives are insured.
THE SWAN ON THE CHESS-BOARD.
A New edition of Shakspeare is announced. It is to be edited by
1 Mr. Staunton, the champion of the Chess-ring. Our great chess-
player has doubtless many other qualifications for the work besides his
specialite ; but we are credibly informed that this also will be available
in his dealings with "the divine Williams.'' We hear that Mr.
Staunton has in his possession a diagram containing the game at chess
which Ferdinand and Miranda were "discovered" playing, in the
Enchanted Island. Without forestalling the editorial revelafions,_we
may mention that Ferdinand was playing the Allgaier or Algiers
Gambit, which he had learned from one of the Tunis noblemen who
came to fetch the Princess Claribel. Miranda, startled by the readiness
with which her lover throws away his king's bishop's pawn, exclaims:
" Sweet Lord, you play me false."
To which Ferdinand, in Mr. Staunton's restored text, replies :
" No, my dear love,
I would not for the world. You took my pawn,
As I intended, and I now advance
My king's knight, darling, to my bishop's third ;
You push your pawn up to your king's knight's fourth,
And i respond by shoving up my pawn
To the fourth square in front of my king's rook ;
The best thing jou, admired Miranda, now
Can do, (except to look at me, your slave,)
Is to push on your pawn to king's knight's firth
True, my attack is strong, but, play you false,
As i have said, I would not for the world."
And then the innocently playful girl goes on, as in the received
editions, to tell him that for a score of kingdoms he might cheat her*
Ttiis is but one of many valuable additions which we may expect from
Mr. Staunton, and we shall be very happy to receive his first volume.
A Delusive 'Bus.
Reports are rife of the appearance of a new and comfortable 'Bus ia
the streets. The London public a-e requested not to believe in any
such reality. What has seemed a 'bus is only the Flying Dutchman on
wheels—a thing of smoke drawn by horses of moonshine.
an act cp real benevolence.
On Fxiday last, Mr. Dallas, the American Minister, visited thg
Haymarket te see Mr. Murdoch's Charles Surface, Like a true
philaathropist, the minister stayed, to the las\