DOI issue:
September 8, 1860
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16866#0108
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 8, 1860.
Passenger (Rowin' Man). “ I say, Porter, just look after my Luggage, will you l—Small Carpet-bag and Four-Oared Cutter— and look sharp,
I don't leant to Lose this Train.'"
DWARFS AND GIANTS.
What a blunder to talk of Napoleon the Great !
No offence to the head of a neighbouring state;
The Napoleon here meant is Napoleon the First,
By whose plague of war-locusts all Europe was cursed.
Napoleon the Slayer, Napoleon the Thief,
His idol was glory, which brought him to grief;
Great mischief he did—there his greatness I own.
Must we honour old Nick for his fiery throne ?
If the spirit that did, in the flesh, demon’s work,
Is under our tables permitted to lurk,
There’s a question to which I would bid it reply,
By raps, if it could, and not rap out a lie.
I’d ask if, now glory’s true worth it has known,
Would it have Garibaldi’s renown or its own;
Its career yet to run, if its choice it could make
Between fighting for Conquest and Liberty’s sake ?
The Hero who battles for Freedom and Right,
Is Day to the self-seeking Conqueror’s Night;
Of the first let the memory be sweet as the rose:
Of the other, a deathless offence to the nose.
I’m content with my cudgel and proud of my hunch,
But I’d be Garibaldi if I were not Punch.
Despise, World, the monsters that filled thee with groans;
Extol the subverter of tyrannous thrones!
What a Fool he must be!
A Small punster of our acquaintance who seems to know more of
French history than he does of English spelling, says the battle which
has recently been fought upon the Paper Duties, in some degree,
reminds him of the famous Siege of Reams.
A PINCH OF CURRAGH POWDER.
Correspondents from the Curragh Camp keep on painting their
position in the wateriest of water-colours, and write as though their
military ardour were quite damped by it. It seems, their tents are full
of water, while their hearts are full of fire, burning as they are with
t he desire for drier quarters. As little, except sickness, can be gained
by three months’ soaking, we think the venue of the trial they have had
might now be changed, and the heroes be allowed the chance of wear-
ing a dry shirt, which is a luxury that lately they have not been
indulged with. At any rate we think that while the soldiers have to |
soak, they ought to be supplied with an extra go of grog, which
perhaps might counteract the evil of wet feet, and save the troops from
catching influenza and sore throat. Could the old Duke of Norfolk
have been consulted in the matter, he would doubtless have prescribed
a pinch of Curragh powder, as a means of giving warmth, and warding
off the chills which even soldier’s flesh is heir to. But a glass of grog
“hot with” would better serve to keep the cold out, and would
palatably raise the pecker of our troops. A soldier cares not for wet
feet if lie can but wet his whistle; but we think his thirst for glory is i
likely to be lessened, when the glory is presented to him as a doubtful
sort of negus, consisting of a mixture of bad Tent and water.
The Vatican in Leicester Square.
We understand that negotiations are on foot for purchasing the
premises and building of the Great Globe in Leicester Square, in order
to the conversion of that celebrated structure into a Palace for the
Pope, who is shortly expected to emigrate from Italy, and, as we
announced some time ago, take up Ids residence in this capital, and thp
above-named quarter thereof. The Great Globe will be just the place j
Rr his Holiness, as he will be able to get out in front, of it over the
door whenever he likes, and impart a benediction “ Ur hi et OrbiP
The Game of Chance at the Divorce Court. — Double, or
Quits.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 8, 1860.
Passenger (Rowin' Man). “ I say, Porter, just look after my Luggage, will you l—Small Carpet-bag and Four-Oared Cutter— and look sharp,
I don't leant to Lose this Train.'"
DWARFS AND GIANTS.
What a blunder to talk of Napoleon the Great !
No offence to the head of a neighbouring state;
The Napoleon here meant is Napoleon the First,
By whose plague of war-locusts all Europe was cursed.
Napoleon the Slayer, Napoleon the Thief,
His idol was glory, which brought him to grief;
Great mischief he did—there his greatness I own.
Must we honour old Nick for his fiery throne ?
If the spirit that did, in the flesh, demon’s work,
Is under our tables permitted to lurk,
There’s a question to which I would bid it reply,
By raps, if it could, and not rap out a lie.
I’d ask if, now glory’s true worth it has known,
Would it have Garibaldi’s renown or its own;
Its career yet to run, if its choice it could make
Between fighting for Conquest and Liberty’s sake ?
The Hero who battles for Freedom and Right,
Is Day to the self-seeking Conqueror’s Night;
Of the first let the memory be sweet as the rose:
Of the other, a deathless offence to the nose.
I’m content with my cudgel and proud of my hunch,
But I’d be Garibaldi if I were not Punch.
Despise, World, the monsters that filled thee with groans;
Extol the subverter of tyrannous thrones!
What a Fool he must be!
A Small punster of our acquaintance who seems to know more of
French history than he does of English spelling, says the battle which
has recently been fought upon the Paper Duties, in some degree,
reminds him of the famous Siege of Reams.
A PINCH OF CURRAGH POWDER.
Correspondents from the Curragh Camp keep on painting their
position in the wateriest of water-colours, and write as though their
military ardour were quite damped by it. It seems, their tents are full
of water, while their hearts are full of fire, burning as they are with
t he desire for drier quarters. As little, except sickness, can be gained
by three months’ soaking, we think the venue of the trial they have had
might now be changed, and the heroes be allowed the chance of wear-
ing a dry shirt, which is a luxury that lately they have not been
indulged with. At any rate we think that while the soldiers have to |
soak, they ought to be supplied with an extra go of grog, which
perhaps might counteract the evil of wet feet, and save the troops from
catching influenza and sore throat. Could the old Duke of Norfolk
have been consulted in the matter, he would doubtless have prescribed
a pinch of Curragh powder, as a means of giving warmth, and warding
off the chills which even soldier’s flesh is heir to. But a glass of grog
“hot with” would better serve to keep the cold out, and would
palatably raise the pecker of our troops. A soldier cares not for wet
feet if lie can but wet his whistle; but we think his thirst for glory is i
likely to be lessened, when the glory is presented to him as a doubtful
sort of negus, consisting of a mixture of bad Tent and water.
The Vatican in Leicester Square.
We understand that negotiations are on foot for purchasing the
premises and building of the Great Globe in Leicester Square, in order
to the conversion of that celebrated structure into a Palace for the
Pope, who is shortly expected to emigrate from Italy, and, as we
announced some time ago, take up Ids residence in this capital, and thp
above-named quarter thereof. The Great Globe will be just the place j
Rr his Holiness, as he will be able to get out in front, of it over the
door whenever he likes, and impart a benediction “ Ur hi et OrbiP
The Game of Chance at the Divorce Court. — Double, or
Quits.