DOI issue:
March 14, 1857
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16619#0118
10 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [March 14. 1S57.
VOCAL QUARTETT ENDS (LAMELY).
Juvenile 1st Treble (in great wrath). " Out of Tune? and no iconder at it. I'll defy you to sing in tune with the Guvnor snoring away on
that confounded E $ of his all the time."
POISONED TEA.
British public, look to your tea-pots! Great would be our remorse
to give needless alarm to the meanest individual, if, in his own opinion,
there exists such a person. Nevertheless, we iterate our warning, and
cry to the British world, look to your tea-pots! The Chinese, with
their almond eyes, are a far-seeing people. By many centuries, accord-
a traveller, he had always much delighted in tea. But—-perhaps it was
the thought of what they would say at Aylesbury—the tea of the fourth
inst. went shockingly against his stomach.
Lord J. Bussell's tea was by no means to his liking. He never-
theless believed it would do him good; and purely out of respect to a
much-loved constitution, gulped it.
Mr. Tite's tea, although as weak as water, and milked with ass';
ing to Mr. Cobden, they anticipated Aristotle; and had nameless ^ilk, appeared to him, even as a liberal architect, to be a tea of the
Bacons, plentiful as Chiuese hogs, ages before the time of the Novum.
Organon. Long before his time, they had driven herds and herds of
philosophic pigs to market, weaning rising generations upon the succu-
lent fatness of moral rashers. Well, these gifted Chinese foresaw the
coming atrocities to be inflicted upon them by the barbarian English
strangest composition.
Mr. Cobden paused a moment, upon swallowing half a cupfulL
However, remembering the Chinese precursor of Aristotle, the Hon.
Member for the West Biding, confidently stirred his Bohea, and calmly
took it down, calmly as Socrates swallowed his poison.
and were predetermined. With the inborn power of looking into the I \- Williams the liberal Member for Lambeth, gulped his tea
very centre of a mill-stone, they had had a prospective view of the core siding hot; having but little sense of palate and no bowels
of Sir John Bowring's heart, and steadfastly resolved upon retribution.
To this end, some time ago—we reserve to ourselves the privilege of
withholding the^ precise date—the Chinese poisoned a few thousand
chests of tea shipped for the English market. At this very hour, we
believe that that deadly tea is mortally operating. Lord Derby's
profound, philosophic people, who knead death kTbread, and craftily
qualify the public springs with poison, arc, as we verily believe,
triumphing at this hour in very many houses, besides the House of
Commons. We are quite open to correction if we are in error; but
weare rather confident that the subjoined alarming intelligence may be
relied upon.
At breakfast, following the division on Mr, Cobden's motion, Mr.
W. J. Fox felt very curious qualms upon swallowing his first cup of tea.
Lord Goderich, revolving the result of the motion, thought the
tea tasted very oddly. The question darted through the liberal brain-
Had he been hocussed ?
Mr. Boebuck, before he had swallowed a mouthful of the cup that
was wont to cheer, detected as he believed, a flavour of susrar of lead.
He felt a strange sensation, but at the time could not determine whether
caused by remorse or the colic.
Mr. La yard found his morning Pekoe very bitter in the mouth. As
These are a few of the cases. We could add to the number. But
at this alarming time, it is our duty again solemnly to repeat to t he
British people—Look to your tea-pots !
In Re Parte Disraeli, Ex Parte Gladstone and others.
Disraeli wdiines over the death of Party. However, he can con-
gratulate himself upon one party being still in existence. Eor, since
Russell, Roebuck, and Gladstone have joined him on the China
question, he may indeed be proud of being at the head of a Small Tea
Party!
the coalition flag.
We understand that a splendid banner is being worked at Man-
chester, by order of the Peace Society, that Mr. Cobden and his party
may go to the country under it. Its material is superior calico, printed
with the device of a willow pattern and the motto of " Cant On."
Nickname eor Gladstone's Coalition.—" The Oxford Sausage."
VOCAL QUARTETT ENDS (LAMELY).
Juvenile 1st Treble (in great wrath). " Out of Tune? and no iconder at it. I'll defy you to sing in tune with the Guvnor snoring away on
that confounded E $ of his all the time."
POISONED TEA.
British public, look to your tea-pots! Great would be our remorse
to give needless alarm to the meanest individual, if, in his own opinion,
there exists such a person. Nevertheless, we iterate our warning, and
cry to the British world, look to your tea-pots! The Chinese, with
their almond eyes, are a far-seeing people. By many centuries, accord-
a traveller, he had always much delighted in tea. But—-perhaps it was
the thought of what they would say at Aylesbury—the tea of the fourth
inst. went shockingly against his stomach.
Lord J. Bussell's tea was by no means to his liking. He never-
theless believed it would do him good; and purely out of respect to a
much-loved constitution, gulped it.
Mr. Tite's tea, although as weak as water, and milked with ass';
ing to Mr. Cobden, they anticipated Aristotle; and had nameless ^ilk, appeared to him, even as a liberal architect, to be a tea of the
Bacons, plentiful as Chiuese hogs, ages before the time of the Novum.
Organon. Long before his time, they had driven herds and herds of
philosophic pigs to market, weaning rising generations upon the succu-
lent fatness of moral rashers. Well, these gifted Chinese foresaw the
coming atrocities to be inflicted upon them by the barbarian English
strangest composition.
Mr. Cobden paused a moment, upon swallowing half a cupfulL
However, remembering the Chinese precursor of Aristotle, the Hon.
Member for the West Biding, confidently stirred his Bohea, and calmly
took it down, calmly as Socrates swallowed his poison.
and were predetermined. With the inborn power of looking into the I \- Williams the liberal Member for Lambeth, gulped his tea
very centre of a mill-stone, they had had a prospective view of the core siding hot; having but little sense of palate and no bowels
of Sir John Bowring's heart, and steadfastly resolved upon retribution.
To this end, some time ago—we reserve to ourselves the privilege of
withholding the^ precise date—the Chinese poisoned a few thousand
chests of tea shipped for the English market. At this very hour, we
believe that that deadly tea is mortally operating. Lord Derby's
profound, philosophic people, who knead death kTbread, and craftily
qualify the public springs with poison, arc, as we verily believe,
triumphing at this hour in very many houses, besides the House of
Commons. We are quite open to correction if we are in error; but
weare rather confident that the subjoined alarming intelligence may be
relied upon.
At breakfast, following the division on Mr, Cobden's motion, Mr.
W. J. Fox felt very curious qualms upon swallowing his first cup of tea.
Lord Goderich, revolving the result of the motion, thought the
tea tasted very oddly. The question darted through the liberal brain-
Had he been hocussed ?
Mr. Boebuck, before he had swallowed a mouthful of the cup that
was wont to cheer, detected as he believed, a flavour of susrar of lead.
He felt a strange sensation, but at the time could not determine whether
caused by remorse or the colic.
Mr. La yard found his morning Pekoe very bitter in the mouth. As
These are a few of the cases. We could add to the number. But
at this alarming time, it is our duty again solemnly to repeat to t he
British people—Look to your tea-pots !
In Re Parte Disraeli, Ex Parte Gladstone and others.
Disraeli wdiines over the death of Party. However, he can con-
gratulate himself upon one party being still in existence. Eor, since
Russell, Roebuck, and Gladstone have joined him on the China
question, he may indeed be proud of being at the head of a Small Tea
Party!
the coalition flag.
We understand that a splendid banner is being worked at Man-
chester, by order of the Peace Society, that Mr. Cobden and his party
may go to the country under it. Its material is superior calico, printed
with the device of a willow pattern and the motto of " Cant On."
Nickname eor Gladstone's Coalition.—" The Oxford Sausage."