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July 14, 1860
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16866#0019
July 14, 18G0.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
11
DIVERSIONS OF DRILL.
Come Man of the Company (in a stentorian whisper). 11 Eyes left! There's a Ba.llo
on!"
PUNCH’S ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.
July 2. Monday. Mr. Punch, not now speaking in lightness, but
on the contrary, as the Wiscount says, seriatim, observes that this has
been a remarkable Parliamentary week, and that mention of what took
place on its penultimate and antepenultimate days will he made in the
Constitutional Histories that will be read when Punch himself shall
be the only surviving representative of t he Victorian Age. Lord j
Macaulay’s New Zealander—no, let us give the eternal and unborn
heathen a little peace—but this is a week to be remembered, and there-
fore Mr. Punch erects to it a memorial, cereperennius, and though now
purchaseable for a ludicrously small amount of that metal, will one day
be worth the weight, in gold, of the three largest George the Third
pennies that were ever shied at a mudlark at Greenwich.
On the Monday the noticeable incident in the Lords was the extra-
ordinary obstinacy of the Duke of Marlborough. When small men
deal with great subjects they usually display an arrogance proportioned
to their incapacity. The Duke of Marlborough conceives that he has
a mission to direct England as to the mode in which she shall educate
India. Wise men have thought that during the present state of the
minds of the natives of India it is better that we should gradually pre-
pare those minds for the reception of Christian teaching, than at once
begin with the Bible. The Duke thinks differently, and insisted
to-night on bringing forward a motion on the subject. The leading
Representative Men in the. Lords begged him not to do so. Lord
Shaftesbury, for Evangelicalism and Missionary Societies, Lord
Ellenborough, for Indian Governments, Lord Granville, for the
Queen’s Government, Lord Derby, for the Queen’s Opposition, and
Lord Brougham, for Common Sense and Experience, all urged this
request, but in vain. The Duke was stubborn, and made a long
speech, and his motion. The severest rebuke which can be read to a
gentleman was then administered. No answer was made him, but
Lord Brougham without a needless word moved the Previous
Question, which means (vide your Dod) that a formal method was
taken of getting rid of a subject which a meeting has no intention of
discussing. The Duke was dropped as flat as his own speech.
In the Commons, the first move was made in the Important Game
to which Mr. Punch has adverted, Lord Palmerston giving notice
that he should on the Thursday call attention to the Report of the
Committee on the interference of the Lords with Tax Bills, and should
propose certain Resolutions.
The debate on the Indian Army Fusion Bill was resumed and con-
tinued by Mr. Rich (the late Mr. Henry Drummond’s Little Pig
that squeaked because lacteal nourishment was not attainable by it),
Sir De Lacy Evans, who stood up for the loyalty of the English
soldiers in India, and urged that they had been treated unfairly and
ungraciously in the arrangements of the transfer of the Army to the
Queen, Mr. Monckton Milnes, who protested against our Lust of
Centralisation, and divers other military and layligures, and the second
reading of the Bill was finally carried by 282 to 53. There was a
nursery rhyme of Mr. Punch's demigodlike infancy, a rhyme descended
from the time of the Civil Wars, but which he never has been able to
connect with the history of the period:—
“ High diddle diddle and high diddle ding,
The Parliament soldiers are going to the King.”
Infants of the present generation may have this transfer and fusion
business stamped upon their butter-like memories by a variation upon
the above beautiful couplet:—
“ High diddle, diddle the soldier so green,
The Company’s Soldiers are sold to the Queen.”
Tuesday. The Bill for providing means for settling disputes between
Masters and Operatives (this does not mean Maestri and Opera-singers,
Wiscount) was read a second time in the Lords, but declared very
unsatisfactory. A Bill for creating a Native Council in New Zealand,
for settling Land disputes, was read a second time, on the Govern-
ment’s motion. It is to be hoped that it provides for civil and polite
conduct on the part of the Members towards each other. We shall
perhaps read of references to “the Honourable Member with the Blue
Tattoo,” and that “ the Speaker then retired and eat his grandmother;
after which the Council resumed.”
After some military debates in the Commons, they got themselves
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
11
DIVERSIONS OF DRILL.
Come Man of the Company (in a stentorian whisper). 11 Eyes left! There's a Ba.llo
on!"
PUNCH’S ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.
July 2. Monday. Mr. Punch, not now speaking in lightness, but
on the contrary, as the Wiscount says, seriatim, observes that this has
been a remarkable Parliamentary week, and that mention of what took
place on its penultimate and antepenultimate days will he made in the
Constitutional Histories that will be read when Punch himself shall
be the only surviving representative of t he Victorian Age. Lord j
Macaulay’s New Zealander—no, let us give the eternal and unborn
heathen a little peace—but this is a week to be remembered, and there-
fore Mr. Punch erects to it a memorial, cereperennius, and though now
purchaseable for a ludicrously small amount of that metal, will one day
be worth the weight, in gold, of the three largest George the Third
pennies that were ever shied at a mudlark at Greenwich.
On the Monday the noticeable incident in the Lords was the extra-
ordinary obstinacy of the Duke of Marlborough. When small men
deal with great subjects they usually display an arrogance proportioned
to their incapacity. The Duke of Marlborough conceives that he has
a mission to direct England as to the mode in which she shall educate
India. Wise men have thought that during the present state of the
minds of the natives of India it is better that we should gradually pre-
pare those minds for the reception of Christian teaching, than at once
begin with the Bible. The Duke thinks differently, and insisted
to-night on bringing forward a motion on the subject. The leading
Representative Men in the. Lords begged him not to do so. Lord
Shaftesbury, for Evangelicalism and Missionary Societies, Lord
Ellenborough, for Indian Governments, Lord Granville, for the
Queen’s Government, Lord Derby, for the Queen’s Opposition, and
Lord Brougham, for Common Sense and Experience, all urged this
request, but in vain. The Duke was stubborn, and made a long
speech, and his motion. The severest rebuke which can be read to a
gentleman was then administered. No answer was made him, but
Lord Brougham without a needless word moved the Previous
Question, which means (vide your Dod) that a formal method was
taken of getting rid of a subject which a meeting has no intention of
discussing. The Duke was dropped as flat as his own speech.
In the Commons, the first move was made in the Important Game
to which Mr. Punch has adverted, Lord Palmerston giving notice
that he should on the Thursday call attention to the Report of the
Committee on the interference of the Lords with Tax Bills, and should
propose certain Resolutions.
The debate on the Indian Army Fusion Bill was resumed and con-
tinued by Mr. Rich (the late Mr. Henry Drummond’s Little Pig
that squeaked because lacteal nourishment was not attainable by it),
Sir De Lacy Evans, who stood up for the loyalty of the English
soldiers in India, and urged that they had been treated unfairly and
ungraciously in the arrangements of the transfer of the Army to the
Queen, Mr. Monckton Milnes, who protested against our Lust of
Centralisation, and divers other military and layligures, and the second
reading of the Bill was finally carried by 282 to 53. There was a
nursery rhyme of Mr. Punch's demigodlike infancy, a rhyme descended
from the time of the Civil Wars, but which he never has been able to
connect with the history of the period:—
“ High diddle diddle and high diddle ding,
The Parliament soldiers are going to the King.”
Infants of the present generation may have this transfer and fusion
business stamped upon their butter-like memories by a variation upon
the above beautiful couplet:—
“ High diddle, diddle the soldier so green,
The Company’s Soldiers are sold to the Queen.”
Tuesday. The Bill for providing means for settling disputes between
Masters and Operatives (this does not mean Maestri and Opera-singers,
Wiscount) was read a second time in the Lords, but declared very
unsatisfactory. A Bill for creating a Native Council in New Zealand,
for settling Land disputes, was read a second time, on the Govern-
ment’s motion. It is to be hoped that it provides for civil and polite
conduct on the part of the Members towards each other. We shall
perhaps read of references to “the Honourable Member with the Blue
Tattoo,” and that “ the Speaker then retired and eat his grandmother;
after which the Council resumed.”
After some military debates in the Commons, they got themselves