DOI issue:
April 2, 1859
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16623#0141
Apeil 2, 1859., PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Whde Stuart Wortley, like a lawyer, tries
To lead opinion to a compromise,—
Suggests the House agree to keep the measure,
Reserving right to botch it at their pleasure.
A rougher champion, Russell, comes in view—
Now hold thine own, here stands tbe bold Sir Hugh.
Small reverence, John, that brave Hibernian owns
For Holland Houses and old Whig dry bones.
That awful dynasty, those gloomy nods,
And the small utterance of your frigid gods Then, deeming that 'tis time the train to shunt,
He laughs to scorn, and tells you, to your face, Stands the tall Viscount in the battle's front.
Your motion's but a trick to grab at place. The^House is hushed to calm, and crushed to jam,
That England don't like " dodges," that just now ■ As fixed it listens to the wily Pam.
When all the world is waiting for a row, Good-natured insolence, but lightly veiled,
Statesmen shoidd be forbearing, candid, true, Marks each gay period with "sensation" hailed.
Not hatching small devices, John, like you : He votes with Russell, nay, his Noble Friend
And all your flummery won't disguise your aim :
To get Lord Derby's seat's your Little Game.
How like you that from one of Erin's bairns,
(Scotch-Irish by his name) Mac Calmont Cairns ?
The smart debate's adjourned, the Senate drives
Off to its toddies, clubs, weeds, whist, or wives.
The day of Woden passes ; that of Thor
Had shown him his Amendment, freshly penned,
And he had told his Noble Eriend the same
Was the most perfect thing that he could frame.
The Bill was very bad, without a doubt,
But that's no reason Derby should go out:
He must not tear his Bill, nor yet resign,
Nor must a Dissolution be his line.
(In fact, he can't dissolve—the House must choose
On that: he '11 want Supplies, which they '11 refuse.
Beholds resumed the fight so hungered for. Lord Derby to the Commons must submit
The fluent Milner Gibson takes the plain, And pass the measure they may vote is fit;
And shouts to have the Bill untimely slain. And, lor the aid he has been pleased to lend,
The graver Adderley the House invites Lord Derby ought to thank his Noble Eriend.
To stand by property's acknowledged rights.
Headlam condemns—the Tory Bentinck sees miPleased that his speech had every Party riled,
Much in the Bid with which he disagrees; The virtuous Palmerston sat down and smded.
But, adds our Georgey, sooner than consort „ „T . ., n ,,, , ,
With Bright's confederate, Russell, he '11 support.• . Then fiery Yv hiteside to the battle rushed,
Young William Denison, Lord Londesborough's heir, And red-hot eloquence like lava gushed _
Opposes in a speech that's brief and fair: ? £° was Lord Palmerston to give advice ?
Locke King's enraged that Ministers adopt A blundering player, though he loads his dice
His Franchise Bid, but mangled, spoiled, and chopped; &rZk? w6re ^ord John Russell and his tools ?
While Heneage Dutton, as a Boodle should, The Bdl was splendid and they all were fools !
Supports the Bill because it is not good. He scorn d the counsel meant the scheme to kill:
Fat Fox asserts the popidar demand, Ihe Q^EEIJ s Advisers would uphold their Bill.
Hope thinks the Bid, as practical, should stand. The t dehate i adjourned the Senate Mv&
Home to its toddies, clubs, weeds, whist, or wives.
Nought else of Parliamentary marks the week,
Nought else of which the poet Punch wid speak:
Save that the Lords, who say thev 're Ladies' Men,
Smashed the Wife's Sister Bill; 'by (only) 10.
And Bernal Osborne, breaking sdence, pokes
At various parties various weU-meant jokes,
Condemns the measure in his off-hand way,
And blows up Cairns for blowing-up Lord J.
Then Walpole rises, and with anxious pain«,
Why his portfolio he resigned, explains.
Raises objections to the Derby scheme,
The rights of property his strongest theme.
He hopes the Government wid not be floored.
But adds that it were much to be deplored,
Were they so badly bold, so void of vovs,
At such a crisis to dissolve the House.
Then on the yawning Commons' wearying sight,
Refreshing, looms the stalwart form of Bright,
Coughs cease, mouths close, and men sit up to hear
The bold invective, and the teldng jeer.
They look for show of gladiatorial force,
For direst slaughter, dealt without remorse,
For that best blow which gives the deepest pain,
For these the Commons look—and look in vain.
Non qualis erat. Calmly he declares
The Bid a mockery of his clients' prayers,
Derides the fears of those who fear the Crowd,
Asserts its rights, in language bold and proud,
Foretells its certain victorv o'er the few,
Demands Reform that shad be large and true,
And promises our guerdon shall be seen—
In what ? Mob rule ? No. Strength to State and Queen.
Nor taunt nor threat escaped him while he spoke,
Nor from his eye the gladiator broke.
difficulty of recognising one's friends—inconvenience cf
The long debate's adjourned, the Senate drives the new pipes.
Off to its toddies, clubs, weeds, whist, or wives._______
Thrice hath the sun upon their conflict set, X)ID YOU EVER, ?
And the fourth day beholds them grappling yet.
Northcote, for Government, in piteous strains, There can be no doubt that Jenkins still occasionally looks in at
Of cruel treatment by its foes complains, j the office of the Morning Post, and polishes a pair of boots or does a
And pleads its willingness to alter much ! paragraph. His hand is evident in the subjoined extract from a critical
That's inexpedient, or is fancied such. notice, in that journal, of a print representing some ladies, and named
At this sneers Cardwell: Angel Drummond states The Bouquet of Beauty .—
The Bill contains what he intensely hates, „ Few roodera artists know better than Mr. Charles Baxter how to paint ' the
.But votes a second reading. mr. dent . sleepy eye that speaks the melting soul,' to imitate the fascinating unduiations <
To such a course refuses his assent. ; the female form, or give voluptuous glow and solid softness to youthful flesh and
Semi-defends the measure Mu. Packe ; j blood-"
Lord Ha rut Vane comes down upon it, whacK ; 1 La! Mr. Jenkins, what a man you are '.—says Betsy.
Whde Stuart Wortley, like a lawyer, tries
To lead opinion to a compromise,—
Suggests the House agree to keep the measure,
Reserving right to botch it at their pleasure.
A rougher champion, Russell, comes in view—
Now hold thine own, here stands tbe bold Sir Hugh.
Small reverence, John, that brave Hibernian owns
For Holland Houses and old Whig dry bones.
That awful dynasty, those gloomy nods,
And the small utterance of your frigid gods Then, deeming that 'tis time the train to shunt,
He laughs to scorn, and tells you, to your face, Stands the tall Viscount in the battle's front.
Your motion's but a trick to grab at place. The^House is hushed to calm, and crushed to jam,
That England don't like " dodges," that just now ■ As fixed it listens to the wily Pam.
When all the world is waiting for a row, Good-natured insolence, but lightly veiled,
Statesmen shoidd be forbearing, candid, true, Marks each gay period with "sensation" hailed.
Not hatching small devices, John, like you : He votes with Russell, nay, his Noble Friend
And all your flummery won't disguise your aim :
To get Lord Derby's seat's your Little Game.
How like you that from one of Erin's bairns,
(Scotch-Irish by his name) Mac Calmont Cairns ?
The smart debate's adjourned, the Senate drives
Off to its toddies, clubs, weeds, whist, or wives.
The day of Woden passes ; that of Thor
Had shown him his Amendment, freshly penned,
And he had told his Noble Eriend the same
Was the most perfect thing that he could frame.
The Bill was very bad, without a doubt,
But that's no reason Derby should go out:
He must not tear his Bill, nor yet resign,
Nor must a Dissolution be his line.
(In fact, he can't dissolve—the House must choose
On that: he '11 want Supplies, which they '11 refuse.
Beholds resumed the fight so hungered for. Lord Derby to the Commons must submit
The fluent Milner Gibson takes the plain, And pass the measure they may vote is fit;
And shouts to have the Bill untimely slain. And, lor the aid he has been pleased to lend,
The graver Adderley the House invites Lord Derby ought to thank his Noble Eriend.
To stand by property's acknowledged rights.
Headlam condemns—the Tory Bentinck sees miPleased that his speech had every Party riled,
Much in the Bid with which he disagrees; The virtuous Palmerston sat down and smded.
But, adds our Georgey, sooner than consort „ „T . ., n ,,, , ,
With Bright's confederate, Russell, he '11 support.• . Then fiery Yv hiteside to the battle rushed,
Young William Denison, Lord Londesborough's heir, And red-hot eloquence like lava gushed _
Opposes in a speech that's brief and fair: ? £° was Lord Palmerston to give advice ?
Locke King's enraged that Ministers adopt A blundering player, though he loads his dice
His Franchise Bid, but mangled, spoiled, and chopped; &rZk? w6re ^ord John Russell and his tools ?
While Heneage Dutton, as a Boodle should, The Bdl was splendid and they all were fools !
Supports the Bill because it is not good. He scorn d the counsel meant the scheme to kill:
Fat Fox asserts the popidar demand, Ihe Q^EEIJ s Advisers would uphold their Bill.
Hope thinks the Bid, as practical, should stand. The t dehate i adjourned the Senate Mv&
Home to its toddies, clubs, weeds, whist, or wives.
Nought else of Parliamentary marks the week,
Nought else of which the poet Punch wid speak:
Save that the Lords, who say thev 're Ladies' Men,
Smashed the Wife's Sister Bill; 'by (only) 10.
And Bernal Osborne, breaking sdence, pokes
At various parties various weU-meant jokes,
Condemns the measure in his off-hand way,
And blows up Cairns for blowing-up Lord J.
Then Walpole rises, and with anxious pain«,
Why his portfolio he resigned, explains.
Raises objections to the Derby scheme,
The rights of property his strongest theme.
He hopes the Government wid not be floored.
But adds that it were much to be deplored,
Were they so badly bold, so void of vovs,
At such a crisis to dissolve the House.
Then on the yawning Commons' wearying sight,
Refreshing, looms the stalwart form of Bright,
Coughs cease, mouths close, and men sit up to hear
The bold invective, and the teldng jeer.
They look for show of gladiatorial force,
For direst slaughter, dealt without remorse,
For that best blow which gives the deepest pain,
For these the Commons look—and look in vain.
Non qualis erat. Calmly he declares
The Bid a mockery of his clients' prayers,
Derides the fears of those who fear the Crowd,
Asserts its rights, in language bold and proud,
Foretells its certain victorv o'er the few,
Demands Reform that shad be large and true,
And promises our guerdon shall be seen—
In what ? Mob rule ? No. Strength to State and Queen.
Nor taunt nor threat escaped him while he spoke,
Nor from his eye the gladiator broke.
difficulty of recognising one's friends—inconvenience cf
The long debate's adjourned, the Senate drives the new pipes.
Off to its toddies, clubs, weeds, whist, or wives._______
Thrice hath the sun upon their conflict set, X)ID YOU EVER, ?
And the fourth day beholds them grappling yet.
Northcote, for Government, in piteous strains, There can be no doubt that Jenkins still occasionally looks in at
Of cruel treatment by its foes complains, j the office of the Morning Post, and polishes a pair of boots or does a
And pleads its willingness to alter much ! paragraph. His hand is evident in the subjoined extract from a critical
That's inexpedient, or is fancied such. notice, in that journal, of a print representing some ladies, and named
At this sneers Cardwell: Angel Drummond states The Bouquet of Beauty .—
The Bill contains what he intensely hates, „ Few roodera artists know better than Mr. Charles Baxter how to paint ' the
.But votes a second reading. mr. dent . sleepy eye that speaks the melting soul,' to imitate the fascinating unduiations <
To such a course refuses his assent. ; the female form, or give voluptuous glow and solid softness to youthful flesh and
Semi-defends the measure Mu. Packe ; j blood-"
Lord Ha rut Vane comes down upon it, whacK ; 1 La! Mr. Jenkins, what a man you are '.—says Betsy.