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June 23, 1860
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June 23, i860.] PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Old Gentleman. “ Hoy, Conductor, are you full inside ? ”
Cad (in by no means an undertone). “ Not I, Sir ; ’tisn’t likely with such a set o’ nasty shabby spiteful timekeepers as we ’a got down this road,
asicouldn’tletapoormanpullupforaglasso’aleorasandwichnottosavehislifcthey wouldn’t—Oh the Bus is, if you mean that. All right!"
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MR. PUNCH AT THE FLORAL HALL.
Everybody knows that the Floral Hall last Tuesday was first used
for floral purposes, in the presence of Her Majesty the Queen and
Mr. Punch; but everybody possibly is not so well aware that on
Thursday Mr. Punch revisited the hall, that, as his friend the Wiscount
hinted, he might say hall about it when his next number came liout.
Having on the first night an engagement in the ballet (being honoured
with a command to dance attendance on his Sovereign), Mr. Punch
was scarcely able to enjoy the floral banquet which had so daintily
been spread for the Royal eyes to feast upon. A second visit therefore
seemed a national necessity, for whenever a new sight is opened to the
■nation, of course the nation wants to hear what its Punch may have to
say of it. TJdite, then, rustici, and give ear too, ye cockneys, and Punch
will tell you how he feasted in the fairy-land of Bow Street, while
Puck and Ariel were playing hide-and-seek among the flower-pots, or
■dancing on the slack ropes of roses ’neath the roof.
A flower-show by daylight is a common thing enough, and in these
dismal drenching days when half the visitors arrive in damp spirits and
goloshes, a flower-show or shower-flow is not a merry meeting. But a
flower-show by gaslight, where the visitors are all in opera costume, is
■quite a novel kind of floral feast in England, and Mr. Punch thinks it
quite pardonable to own he felt a glutton at it. He could hardly fail
However to satisfy his appetite; for the pieces de resistance were
pyramids of geraniums twenty feet in height, and these were flanked
with solid entrees of hydrangeas and azaleas, on which the greediest eye
might feast until it was quite satiated. But the plat which chiefly
tickled Mr. Punch's visual palate was a sort of a raised pie made of the
choicest of bouquets, whose white papers formed the lightest and the
flakiest of crust. Mr. Punch was so bewitched by this enchanting
structure, that he felt his bump of burglary alarmingly developed, and
having just seen Fra Biavolo, and admired the clever way in which one
Tagliafico Beppo stole the landlord’s spoons, it was as much as he
could do to keep from pocketing the pie, which, as it measured ten
yards round, and Mr. Punch had his dress-coat on, would have been no
easy feat. Mr. Punch, however, would in charity suggest, that when
Mr. Gye again invites the public to a floral feast, he should insist
upon his guests having their nands all tied behind them, and thus help
them to remember a part of the Church Catechism, which Mr. Punch
for once felt tempted to forget.
But for this temptation (which exposed him to -the risk of passing
the whole night in Bow Street—not at Mr. Gye’s, but at the house
over the way) Mr. Punch might with great confidence advise his
readers—that is, everybody —to get cards for these flower-feasts.
With due precautions to prevent one (to speak in vulgar metaphor)
from pocketing the spoons, such banquets are in every way deliciously
enjoyable and delightful to each one of the five senses which are
ravished by them. Taste is thoroughly attended to, as well as smell
and sight: and there is the feeling, too, of pleasure in taking Lovely
Woman to a place she looks so pretty in. IN or is the sense of hearing
at all less well consulted, although (to throw a sprinkle of cold water
on the Coldstream) a band which is so good might play something
better than Hoopdedooden doo, which to ears polite, must sound a
little savage after Auber and Rossini.
Husbands who wish, then, to give their dear ones a cheap treat,
cannot well do better than take them to the Floral “ Hall of dazzling
light,” when next the Covent Gardeners have it lighted up. If
summer comes this 'year (it may, perhaps, by Christmas), a rose-feast
will of course be given in the Hall, and a rose-spread is the best of
flowery blows-out. With the treats that are in store for them, Mr.
Punch then may congratulate his friends, the ladies, generally, that his
friend, Mr. Gye, is now possessed of a good Hall, and he hopes that
Mr. Gye may make many a good haul by it.
The Crank and Oakum Cure.
Prophet Prince, the Superior of the Agapemone, who gives out
that the Christian dispensation is completed in his person, may be fond
of such exercise as that of playing at hockey, but appears to be averse
to hard labour. There can, however, be very little doubt that six
months of it would be a very good thing for him.
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Old Gentleman. “ Hoy, Conductor, are you full inside ? ”
Cad (in by no means an undertone). “ Not I, Sir ; ’tisn’t likely with such a set o’ nasty shabby spiteful timekeepers as we ’a got down this road,
asicouldn’tletapoormanpullupforaglasso’aleorasandwichnottosavehislifcthey wouldn’t—Oh the Bus is, if you mean that. All right!"
U
i’
j
5
.
MR. PUNCH AT THE FLORAL HALL.
Everybody knows that the Floral Hall last Tuesday was first used
for floral purposes, in the presence of Her Majesty the Queen and
Mr. Punch; but everybody possibly is not so well aware that on
Thursday Mr. Punch revisited the hall, that, as his friend the Wiscount
hinted, he might say hall about it when his next number came liout.
Having on the first night an engagement in the ballet (being honoured
with a command to dance attendance on his Sovereign), Mr. Punch
was scarcely able to enjoy the floral banquet which had so daintily
been spread for the Royal eyes to feast upon. A second visit therefore
seemed a national necessity, for whenever a new sight is opened to the
■nation, of course the nation wants to hear what its Punch may have to
say of it. TJdite, then, rustici, and give ear too, ye cockneys, and Punch
will tell you how he feasted in the fairy-land of Bow Street, while
Puck and Ariel were playing hide-and-seek among the flower-pots, or
■dancing on the slack ropes of roses ’neath the roof.
A flower-show by daylight is a common thing enough, and in these
dismal drenching days when half the visitors arrive in damp spirits and
goloshes, a flower-show or shower-flow is not a merry meeting. But a
flower-show by gaslight, where the visitors are all in opera costume, is
■quite a novel kind of floral feast in England, and Mr. Punch thinks it
quite pardonable to own he felt a glutton at it. He could hardly fail
However to satisfy his appetite; for the pieces de resistance were
pyramids of geraniums twenty feet in height, and these were flanked
with solid entrees of hydrangeas and azaleas, on which the greediest eye
might feast until it was quite satiated. But the plat which chiefly
tickled Mr. Punch's visual palate was a sort of a raised pie made of the
choicest of bouquets, whose white papers formed the lightest and the
flakiest of crust. Mr. Punch was so bewitched by this enchanting
structure, that he felt his bump of burglary alarmingly developed, and
having just seen Fra Biavolo, and admired the clever way in which one
Tagliafico Beppo stole the landlord’s spoons, it was as much as he
could do to keep from pocketing the pie, which, as it measured ten
yards round, and Mr. Punch had his dress-coat on, would have been no
easy feat. Mr. Punch, however, would in charity suggest, that when
Mr. Gye again invites the public to a floral feast, he should insist
upon his guests having their nands all tied behind them, and thus help
them to remember a part of the Church Catechism, which Mr. Punch
for once felt tempted to forget.
But for this temptation (which exposed him to -the risk of passing
the whole night in Bow Street—not at Mr. Gye’s, but at the house
over the way) Mr. Punch might with great confidence advise his
readers—that is, everybody —to get cards for these flower-feasts.
With due precautions to prevent one (to speak in vulgar metaphor)
from pocketing the spoons, such banquets are in every way deliciously
enjoyable and delightful to each one of the five senses which are
ravished by them. Taste is thoroughly attended to, as well as smell
and sight: and there is the feeling, too, of pleasure in taking Lovely
Woman to a place she looks so pretty in. IN or is the sense of hearing
at all less well consulted, although (to throw a sprinkle of cold water
on the Coldstream) a band which is so good might play something
better than Hoopdedooden doo, which to ears polite, must sound a
little savage after Auber and Rossini.
Husbands who wish, then, to give their dear ones a cheap treat,
cannot well do better than take them to the Floral “ Hall of dazzling
light,” when next the Covent Gardeners have it lighted up. If
summer comes this 'year (it may, perhaps, by Christmas), a rose-feast
will of course be given in the Hall, and a rose-spread is the best of
flowery blows-out. With the treats that are in store for them, Mr.
Punch then may congratulate his friends, the ladies, generally, that his
friend, Mr. Gye, is now possessed of a good Hall, and he hopes that
Mr. Gye may make many a good haul by it.
The Crank and Oakum Cure.
Prophet Prince, the Superior of the Agapemone, who gives out
that the Christian dispensation is completed in his person, may be fond
of such exercise as that of playing at hockey, but appears to be averse
to hard labour. There can, however, be very little doubt that six
months of it would be a very good thing for him.
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