DOI Heft:
November 7, 1857
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196 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 7, 1857.
sisters and if you have any curiosity to know what we are like, some of us sat for the faces
in the drawings I send with this letter-we were wearing round hats, which we thought, very
becoming; but we found to our astonishment that it was considered quite improper to go to
church in them.
" Now I wish to ask you, M*-. Punch, to compare No. 1 and No. 2 of the accompanying
sketches.
" Now, if it is quite out of the question r,o wear, in church, the same hat we may wear on
the cliff, or the castle-walks, or the sands, or anywhere else out of doors, I do think one might
invent a more church-going style of bonnet than the frail and flashy little chignon of flowers,
lace, ribbons, and bugles, which I have tried to sketch in No. 2.
" It ought to be something demure, modest, and nun-like. At the same time, you know,
dear Mr. Punch, it needn't be absolutely ugly.
" I can't help thinking this would be very devotional, and decidedly becoming:—
"I have put in both the front and side-face, that you may judge of the effect, as a whole.
I am wild to try one of my ' Coiffures a la Carmelite? if you say you think it the right
style of thing. „ Y()ur devoted ^ „
[We congratulate " Luy " on hei invention, and heartily recommend it to milliners, with a
church-going connection.]
Cheering for the Spanish Bondholders.
It seems that the great man of the new Spanish Ministry is our old friend Mon. We do
not think that Mon will feel comfortable, or be able to do justice to himself as well as others,
until lie gets Ton by his side. We all know if there is a greater characteristic than another
of a Spanish Ministry it is its special talent for looking after the Meum and Tuum; and Mon
and Ton, we imagine, will be an agreeable suggestion of the fate that is in store for Le Mien
and Le Tien. That is decidedly the Alpha and Omega of a Spanish Ministry. Every other
interest is a complete dead letter.
CIVES ROMANI.
In Quod—recthis, we shall probably be informed. In guo
We are two Homan Citizens,
Two Englishmen, we mean,
Confined in one of Bomba's dens,
In scorn of England's Queen.
No cause for our imprisonment
Can Bourbon Bomba show ;
And why in dungeon we are pent.
Is what we wish to know.
On board the steamer Cagliari,
We happened to be found,
Upon our lawful business, we
Were in that vessel bound,
When by insurgents she was seized,
Against our wish and will.
So here we are. Is England pleased
That we should lie here still ?
We ask that Bomba would our case
To open trial bring;
Against that claim he sets his face,
Unjust, despotic King !
Has England nothing like a fleet,
And no such things as guns,
To teach a tyrant not to treat
In such a sort, her sons ?
There was a Don Pacieico,
A subject of the Crown,
Your teeth for him you did but show,
And Otiio knuckled down.
Quite true it is that Greece was weak ;
Is Naples then so strong,
That, with submission tame and meek,
You '11 pocket Bomba's wrong ?
A TALE OF A TIGER.
A Eew clays ago (the narrative is in all the
journals) a Bengal Tiger, on its way from the
docks, where it had been landed, to the premises
of Mr. Jamrach, an importer of such luxuries,
broke loose, and after running crouchingly along
the street, sprang upon a poor child, and mangled
him cruelly. Mr. Jamrach rushed to the rescue
with a crowbar, and was dealing the savage
animal a series of heavy blows, in order to deliver
the boy, when the editor of a penny humanitarian
paper came up, and begged Mr. J. not to be hard
on the poor beast, who knew no better than to
mangle children, and had also a grievance, in
being restrained from his wild liberty. But Mr.
Jamrach rudely shoved the mediator out of the
way, and with a few more vigorous strokes dis-
comfited the brute, and saved the child's life.
The editor is virtuously indignant, and declares
that Jamrach is no better than Havelock and
Wilson.
To Disraeli.
Big Ben is cracked, we needs must own,
Small Ben is sane, past disputation;
Yet we should like to know whose tone
Is most offensive to the nation.
What Shall we Do with our Convicts!'
In answer to the above question—and it has
been waiting long enough for an answer—we beg
to say: " Send your convicts out to India"—and
make them associate with the natives. It cannot
possibly do them any harm, and there is just a
chance that they may civilise the Sepoys. They
may teach them acts of gentleness, and other
lessons of humanity ; for really, compared to the
Sepoys, our convicts are respectable human
beings. Our blackest criminal, by the side of
Nena Sahib, would appear of an angelical
whiteness.
sisters and if you have any curiosity to know what we are like, some of us sat for the faces
in the drawings I send with this letter-we were wearing round hats, which we thought, very
becoming; but we found to our astonishment that it was considered quite improper to go to
church in them.
" Now I wish to ask you, M*-. Punch, to compare No. 1 and No. 2 of the accompanying
sketches.
" Now, if it is quite out of the question r,o wear, in church, the same hat we may wear on
the cliff, or the castle-walks, or the sands, or anywhere else out of doors, I do think one might
invent a more church-going style of bonnet than the frail and flashy little chignon of flowers,
lace, ribbons, and bugles, which I have tried to sketch in No. 2.
" It ought to be something demure, modest, and nun-like. At the same time, you know,
dear Mr. Punch, it needn't be absolutely ugly.
" I can't help thinking this would be very devotional, and decidedly becoming:—
"I have put in both the front and side-face, that you may judge of the effect, as a whole.
I am wild to try one of my ' Coiffures a la Carmelite? if you say you think it the right
style of thing. „ Y()ur devoted ^ „
[We congratulate " Luy " on hei invention, and heartily recommend it to milliners, with a
church-going connection.]
Cheering for the Spanish Bondholders.
It seems that the great man of the new Spanish Ministry is our old friend Mon. We do
not think that Mon will feel comfortable, or be able to do justice to himself as well as others,
until lie gets Ton by his side. We all know if there is a greater characteristic than another
of a Spanish Ministry it is its special talent for looking after the Meum and Tuum; and Mon
and Ton, we imagine, will be an agreeable suggestion of the fate that is in store for Le Mien
and Le Tien. That is decidedly the Alpha and Omega of a Spanish Ministry. Every other
interest is a complete dead letter.
CIVES ROMANI.
In Quod—recthis, we shall probably be informed. In guo
We are two Homan Citizens,
Two Englishmen, we mean,
Confined in one of Bomba's dens,
In scorn of England's Queen.
No cause for our imprisonment
Can Bourbon Bomba show ;
And why in dungeon we are pent.
Is what we wish to know.
On board the steamer Cagliari,
We happened to be found,
Upon our lawful business, we
Were in that vessel bound,
When by insurgents she was seized,
Against our wish and will.
So here we are. Is England pleased
That we should lie here still ?
We ask that Bomba would our case
To open trial bring;
Against that claim he sets his face,
Unjust, despotic King !
Has England nothing like a fleet,
And no such things as guns,
To teach a tyrant not to treat
In such a sort, her sons ?
There was a Don Pacieico,
A subject of the Crown,
Your teeth for him you did but show,
And Otiio knuckled down.
Quite true it is that Greece was weak ;
Is Naples then so strong,
That, with submission tame and meek,
You '11 pocket Bomba's wrong ?
A TALE OF A TIGER.
A Eew clays ago (the narrative is in all the
journals) a Bengal Tiger, on its way from the
docks, where it had been landed, to the premises
of Mr. Jamrach, an importer of such luxuries,
broke loose, and after running crouchingly along
the street, sprang upon a poor child, and mangled
him cruelly. Mr. Jamrach rushed to the rescue
with a crowbar, and was dealing the savage
animal a series of heavy blows, in order to deliver
the boy, when the editor of a penny humanitarian
paper came up, and begged Mr. J. not to be hard
on the poor beast, who knew no better than to
mangle children, and had also a grievance, in
being restrained from his wild liberty. But Mr.
Jamrach rudely shoved the mediator out of the
way, and with a few more vigorous strokes dis-
comfited the brute, and saved the child's life.
The editor is virtuously indignant, and declares
that Jamrach is no better than Havelock and
Wilson.
To Disraeli.
Big Ben is cracked, we needs must own,
Small Ben is sane, past disputation;
Yet we should like to know whose tone
Is most offensive to the nation.
What Shall we Do with our Convicts!'
In answer to the above question—and it has
been waiting long enough for an answer—we beg
to say: " Send your convicts out to India"—and
make them associate with the natives. It cannot
possibly do them any harm, and there is just a
chance that they may civilise the Sepoys. They
may teach them acts of gentleness, and other
lessons of humanity ; for really, compared to the
Sepoys, our convicts are respectable human
beings. Our blackest criminal, by the side of
Nena Sahib, would appear of an angelical
whiteness.