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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Mat 22, 1858.
for the good of his kind ; to what you have devoted yours I leave the j " Dear Sir
Bussv Rabutin of the nineteenth century to chronicle. It may be that PhvBi(.ian
Neat bu^no^gaudy °1^>0ra 8 urSeon • ° ■ "en try a Sergeant a
you intend to fill that character yourself, and thus to become your ' ' « qdack
own autobiographer. I know no one better qualified. But, if you do,! « Mr pUN0H;
I would recommend the omission of all reference to your attack on " if, while eating my second, you speak French for fun,
Dr. Jenner.
Believe me, my dear Tommt,
Yours, very truly,
mr. punch's derby prophecies.
You '11 utter my first if you ask ' what' has won.
If they answer my whole, I don't think you '11 be done.
"Paul Bedford."
" Dear Mr. Punch,
" It begins vith a knee, and it hends with a hen.
Have you put un the quids? Veil then, do it again.
" Abraham Isaac Jacobs."
" My Worthy Man,
" The late Lord Byron wrote,
' By Jordan's banks the Arab camels st'ay,'
I know a horse that may not be an Arab, but I am blowed if be's a camel, and now
you know my mind.
" Yours, A Cow by the Ganges."
" Really, Dear Punch,
" I am not much in the habit of telling what I know, but if the jockey who
has to ride my choice should say, ' Go, deceiver, go,' and show that be means going,
a Scotch Cockney friend of mine says tbat the mon Gratwioke will just win a grat
wictory. Eh, Sirs, think o' that.
" Yours obediently, The Lord Advocate."
tjccess has always attended
Mr. Punch's Prophecies for
theDerby, iuprecedingyears,
and has caused a cloud of
Correspondents to beset him
with supplications to vatici-
nate for the 1858 race. His
good nature is proverbial,
and therefore, in accordance
I with the custom of his sport-1 To the above prophecies, and in order that nothing may be wanting
ing^ contemporaries, he has to pilot his friends to triumph and glory, Mr. Punch begs to subjoin a
desired his various young prediction of his own, which is as follows :—
i men to furnish him with „ „
f their notions about the race. Take the first letter op the name of the Derby Winner
By carefully attending to F0:R 1858, and the last letter of the name of the Derby
the hints of Punch, every Winner for 1857, and throw in the first letter of the name
reader may make himself of the Derby Winner for 1856, and you will find something
Safe. that every lady is very fond of.
"MY »etar Punch- , , I Winner in 1856 .....Ellington.
"i am a man of few _
words. i am also a classically j Winner ill 1857 .....blink bonny.
«Mi educated man. I am a man who
\V AMW admires Lord Derby. Therefore
-VS n§ _ I sa,y, To'X.—et prceterea nihil.
\\f aagSi^gg^^' " Yours truly, Vox."
" Dear Punch,
" Childe Roland to the dark
tower came.
The words were fi-fo-fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman."
{Both prophesied by Mr. Punch, alone.)
Winner in 1858 .....Told above.
GRAND TABLEAU VIVANT.
On the favoured day that this illustrious work is published, there
If that cap Fitz, why, wear it, old fellow. wiU be exhibited on the Derby Race-course a grand and faithful
" Always yours, The Sphynx of soho. : ]iving represerjfat,ion of Mr. Frith's celebrated picture of the Epsom
" My dear Punch, Downs. It will be the largest and most truthful Tableau Fivant ever
"Who's to win? Is there a doubt of it ? I've none. When the winner is : , Thnvmqnrk nf nprsntis Vtplrvno-mcr tn nil plnqop«_first- nlaas
at the post I shall say to you 'Hadji there, old 'un,' and if you have betted with Known, inou&anas oi persons belonging to all classes—inst class,
me i shall have had ye. Eh? Brmg your own bottles, and your own Champagne ; second, and third, and parliamentary class, as well as many other
in them. » ■• classes who have never yet been classed in society at all—have
"Truly yours, Salaam Almkoom." promise(i themselves the pleasure of attending. Most of the dresses
" Adored Old Boy,
" ' Hail Columbia.' That's the cue. Whate'er my fate in life may be, you
understand, you understand, I '11 put the pot on thee.
" Yours respectfully, A Christian Minstrel."
" Dear Mr. Punch,
" Says I to Scott,
' I '11 take a shot.'
Says he, ' That's strange,
But try- ,
" I can't remember the rhyme, but I know where I've put my money, my boy.
" Your sincere friend, Aphis Vastator."
" My good Friend,
"A Great many years ago there lived a party who was called the Vknkrable
Bede. I do not know whether he kept a man or not, but if Jae did, and there had
been a Derby in those days, I should have backed him to win it,
" Yours obediently, CEdipus."
" Dear Punch,
" I Believe the eminent Mr. Farren once insisted on Iago's dressing like
an old man, because he was Othello's 'ancient.' There was an antiquary named
Britton, who wrote on ancient architecture. Put all that together, and if you don't
see the horse you are an ass.
" Yours perpetually, Cornelius Nefos."
[The above contributor is discharged for his impertinence. He will find his
£ i000 at the Office on Saturday.—Ed.]
" punchov1us, •
" You are a Shakespearian. After the Witches had put in the liver of the
blaspheming Jew, and the gall of the goat, they put in slips of yew. When was
that yew slivered ? Keep it dark.
" Yours truly, Macbeth."
" My Boy,
" My first is a but, and you can't do my second without getting into a hole.
Bu you won't, if you back my whole.
" Ever yours, Nimblb Ninepence."
Dearest Punch,
What is his name,
Pudding and tame,
Ask me again,
And I '11 tell you The Same.
" Yours always, Semper Idem.
will be new for the occasion. Several policemen, in the same way as
there is one stationed at the side of the original picture, will also be
present to protect the Tableau Fivant from injury. Everything bids
fair to secure a delightful animated scene, such as cannot be witnessed
anywhere else in the world, excepting this year at the Royal Academy.
The only uncertainty is about the beauty of the weather. There can be
no dependence upon that fickle agent, whose absence is so often
deplored on similar national occasions ; and it is very clear that, in the
event of its raining, Mr. Frith's picture will indubitably carry off the
shine in that respect, as it may probably in many others, not less
brilliant. In fairness, we should mention that there will be several
absentees, though the absence of these distinguished individuals will
not be owing to any diffidence or unwillingness on their parts. We
allude to the respected body of thimble-riggers and gambling-booth
keepers, who are represented in all their glory carrying on their
shuffling manoeuvres on the mimic course, that has been started into
popular favour by our pictorial historian of sea-side habits and race-
course manners.
It is perfectly correct that the racy gentlemen above alluded to
were extremely anxious to be present; but the Police, faithful for once
to their duty, refused them permission upon any terms, monetary, edible,
or verbal. With these exceptions, which are rather improvements,
as their omission gives an additional air of truth to the present period,
the living representation of Mr. Frith's Epsom Downs will be remark-
able for its fidelity to nature, for the brilliant variety of its grouping,
for the liveliness of its colours (many of them "warranted to wash"),
for the cireumambient transparency of its atmosphere, and for the loan
of enchantment which the distance will certainly impart, as far as the
dust will allow it, to the general view. For these merits, and various
others, which it would require a microscope and a whole afternoon to
discover, there will be a friendly competition between the picture and
the original, so that the eye of the oldest turfite will be puzzled to
say which is the most life-like, or which one is the winner of the closely-
contested race. We are positive there will scarcely be the difference
of a lobster's claw to choose between the two.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Mat 22, 1858.
for the good of his kind ; to what you have devoted yours I leave the j " Dear Sir
Bussv Rabutin of the nineteenth century to chronicle. It may be that PhvBi(.ian
Neat bu^no^gaudy °1^>0ra 8 urSeon • ° ■ "en try a Sergeant a
you intend to fill that character yourself, and thus to become your ' ' « qdack
own autobiographer. I know no one better qualified. But, if you do,! « Mr pUN0H;
I would recommend the omission of all reference to your attack on " if, while eating my second, you speak French for fun,
Dr. Jenner.
Believe me, my dear Tommt,
Yours, very truly,
mr. punch's derby prophecies.
You '11 utter my first if you ask ' what' has won.
If they answer my whole, I don't think you '11 be done.
"Paul Bedford."
" Dear Mr. Punch,
" It begins vith a knee, and it hends with a hen.
Have you put un the quids? Veil then, do it again.
" Abraham Isaac Jacobs."
" My Worthy Man,
" The late Lord Byron wrote,
' By Jordan's banks the Arab camels st'ay,'
I know a horse that may not be an Arab, but I am blowed if be's a camel, and now
you know my mind.
" Yours, A Cow by the Ganges."
" Really, Dear Punch,
" I am not much in the habit of telling what I know, but if the jockey who
has to ride my choice should say, ' Go, deceiver, go,' and show that be means going,
a Scotch Cockney friend of mine says tbat the mon Gratwioke will just win a grat
wictory. Eh, Sirs, think o' that.
" Yours obediently, The Lord Advocate."
tjccess has always attended
Mr. Punch's Prophecies for
theDerby, iuprecedingyears,
and has caused a cloud of
Correspondents to beset him
with supplications to vatici-
nate for the 1858 race. His
good nature is proverbial,
and therefore, in accordance
I with the custom of his sport-1 To the above prophecies, and in order that nothing may be wanting
ing^ contemporaries, he has to pilot his friends to triumph and glory, Mr. Punch begs to subjoin a
desired his various young prediction of his own, which is as follows :—
i men to furnish him with „ „
f their notions about the race. Take the first letter op the name of the Derby Winner
By carefully attending to F0:R 1858, and the last letter of the name of the Derby
the hints of Punch, every Winner for 1857, and throw in the first letter of the name
reader may make himself of the Derby Winner for 1856, and you will find something
Safe. that every lady is very fond of.
"MY »etar Punch- , , I Winner in 1856 .....Ellington.
"i am a man of few _
words. i am also a classically j Winner ill 1857 .....blink bonny.
«Mi educated man. I am a man who
\V AMW admires Lord Derby. Therefore
-VS n§ _ I sa,y, To'X.—et prceterea nihil.
\\f aagSi^gg^^' " Yours truly, Vox."
" Dear Punch,
" Childe Roland to the dark
tower came.
The words were fi-fo-fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman."
{Both prophesied by Mr. Punch, alone.)
Winner in 1858 .....Told above.
GRAND TABLEAU VIVANT.
On the favoured day that this illustrious work is published, there
If that cap Fitz, why, wear it, old fellow. wiU be exhibited on the Derby Race-course a grand and faithful
" Always yours, The Sphynx of soho. : ]iving represerjfat,ion of Mr. Frith's celebrated picture of the Epsom
" My dear Punch, Downs. It will be the largest and most truthful Tableau Fivant ever
"Who's to win? Is there a doubt of it ? I've none. When the winner is : , Thnvmqnrk nf nprsntis Vtplrvno-mcr tn nil plnqop«_first- nlaas
at the post I shall say to you 'Hadji there, old 'un,' and if you have betted with Known, inou&anas oi persons belonging to all classes—inst class,
me i shall have had ye. Eh? Brmg your own bottles, and your own Champagne ; second, and third, and parliamentary class, as well as many other
in them. » ■• classes who have never yet been classed in society at all—have
"Truly yours, Salaam Almkoom." promise(i themselves the pleasure of attending. Most of the dresses
" Adored Old Boy,
" ' Hail Columbia.' That's the cue. Whate'er my fate in life may be, you
understand, you understand, I '11 put the pot on thee.
" Yours respectfully, A Christian Minstrel."
" Dear Mr. Punch,
" Says I to Scott,
' I '11 take a shot.'
Says he, ' That's strange,
But try- ,
" I can't remember the rhyme, but I know where I've put my money, my boy.
" Your sincere friend, Aphis Vastator."
" My good Friend,
"A Great many years ago there lived a party who was called the Vknkrable
Bede. I do not know whether he kept a man or not, but if Jae did, and there had
been a Derby in those days, I should have backed him to win it,
" Yours obediently, CEdipus."
" Dear Punch,
" I Believe the eminent Mr. Farren once insisted on Iago's dressing like
an old man, because he was Othello's 'ancient.' There was an antiquary named
Britton, who wrote on ancient architecture. Put all that together, and if you don't
see the horse you are an ass.
" Yours perpetually, Cornelius Nefos."
[The above contributor is discharged for his impertinence. He will find his
£ i000 at the Office on Saturday.—Ed.]
" punchov1us, •
" You are a Shakespearian. After the Witches had put in the liver of the
blaspheming Jew, and the gall of the goat, they put in slips of yew. When was
that yew slivered ? Keep it dark.
" Yours truly, Macbeth."
" My Boy,
" My first is a but, and you can't do my second without getting into a hole.
Bu you won't, if you back my whole.
" Ever yours, Nimblb Ninepence."
Dearest Punch,
What is his name,
Pudding and tame,
Ask me again,
And I '11 tell you The Same.
" Yours always, Semper Idem.
will be new for the occasion. Several policemen, in the same way as
there is one stationed at the side of the original picture, will also be
present to protect the Tableau Fivant from injury. Everything bids
fair to secure a delightful animated scene, such as cannot be witnessed
anywhere else in the world, excepting this year at the Royal Academy.
The only uncertainty is about the beauty of the weather. There can be
no dependence upon that fickle agent, whose absence is so often
deplored on similar national occasions ; and it is very clear that, in the
event of its raining, Mr. Frith's picture will indubitably carry off the
shine in that respect, as it may probably in many others, not less
brilliant. In fairness, we should mention that there will be several
absentees, though the absence of these distinguished individuals will
not be owing to any diffidence or unwillingness on their parts. We
allude to the respected body of thimble-riggers and gambling-booth
keepers, who are represented in all their glory carrying on their
shuffling manoeuvres on the mimic course, that has been started into
popular favour by our pictorial historian of sea-side habits and race-
course manners.
It is perfectly correct that the racy gentlemen above alluded to
were extremely anxious to be present; but the Police, faithful for once
to their duty, refused them permission upon any terms, monetary, edible,
or verbal. With these exceptions, which are rather improvements,
as their omission gives an additional air of truth to the present period,
the living representation of Mr. Frith's Epsom Downs will be remark-
able for its fidelity to nature, for the brilliant variety of its grouping,
for the liveliness of its colours (many of them "warranted to wash"),
for the cireumambient transparency of its atmosphere, and for the loan
of enchantment which the distance will certainly impart, as far as the
dust will allow it, to the general view. For these merits, and various
others, which it would require a microscope and a whole afternoon to
discover, there will be a friendly competition between the picture and
the original, so that the eye of the oldest turfite will be puzzled to
say which is the most life-like, or which one is the winner of the closely-
contested race. We are positive there will scarcely be the difference
of a lobster's claw to choose between the two.