DOI Heft:
October 27, 1860
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Octcbeb 27, i860.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
A CHANCE FOR DR. CULLEN.
uestions are more easily
asked than answered,
but we should like some
information upon a
curiosity of literature,
which we copy from the
Paris Correspondence of
the Daily Telegraph:—
“ The Esperance of Nantes
says that the director of
Covent Garden has ordered
eight luminous men of M,
Demangeot.”
Now, pray what are
these luminous men P
We must confess that
we are rather in the dark
about them, and should
consider it extremely
kind if some one would
enlighten us. We have
heard men sometimes
spoken of asbeing shining
lights, but we have never
before heard them des-
cribed as being luminous.
Moreover, from the man-
ner in which they have
been “ordered” of him,
one would think M.Demangeot had the power to manufacture them;
and one must regard him as a sort of phosphorescent Frankenstein,
endowed with the ability not merely to make men, but to make them
luminous.
If it were not almost too great a liberty to take, we might suggest
that were Archbishop Cullen to apply to fill the place of one of
these eight luminous individuals, the director of Covent Garden might
■be tempted to accept him. As one of the bright lights of the Roman
•Catholic Church, Dr. Cullen might put in a claim to being viewed as
luminous; and seeing how he has lately blazed away for his Brigade,
and what a farce he has been playing to celebrate their obsequies, we
■think the Doctor is just fit for a theatrical engagement, and would
•exactly fill a part where he is wanted to be luminous.
THE PRINCE AND THE PRESS.
“ Broadway, Midday liquorin' titne.
“ Tu that ar Critter Punch,
“ 1 Guess I wrote to you, old boss, a week or tu ago, about
“the way our scribblers du their scrawlin’ for the peaypers, and I sent
you a few extracts to show heow tall they talked ’beeout our reception
of Jack Heenan, when he come from having licked yar champion,
Tom Sayers. Wal, that was no small some in the way of A reception,
but it ’taint, no sorter up to what we’ve bin and guv yar Prince of
Wales, or Baron Renfrew as he calls himself—-though I sartinly
can’t see why he need go by that ar alias in A free country like ourn,
■where all titles air alike, same as all men (except niggers) is. Political
equality’s our motter in the States, and if a feller haeve a mind tu call
hisself a Doctor, or a Counsellor, or a Cardnal, or any other sort o’ ’risto
cratic appellation, why he jist goes and does it, and nobody don’t take
no notice of him any more than if he kep content to be plain Mister.
“ I dar say you’ve been surprised toe hear heow we've been cuttin’
carter Albert Edward, knowin’ as we don’t in gineral set no wally
■upon Riyalty. But this is heow a jarnal deown St. Louis way accounts
for this here fact:—
“ Man is by nature regal and princely. Democracy is the cordial recognition of
this fact, and seeks not to uncrown men except by crowning all men. Heaven
meant mankind for a race of kings and queens, princes and princesses; and to
realise that end is the aim of democracy. In ages of rudeness homage to the royal
character of some men was a step towards the general culture of such character.
lIn our time and in this country we claim to have emerged from that period of
pupilage, to have done adulating and to have become kings. * * * Without a
particle of undemocratic deference, our people may laudably gratify the wish to see
] the heir prospective of the British throne.”
“Wal, there sartinly worn t, much of ‘undemocratic deference’ in
the way them ar St. Louis bhoys behaved tu yur joung Prince, I
guess you’ve heerd heow at his landing they come a hustlin’ and a
lusslin’ and a hustlin’ reound his carriage, till they raly a’most bust it
off its wheels, and nearly knocked the Duke o’ Newcastle, or some
other swell flunkey slap inter the dock. But this here rowdedow it
seems just sarved to let the steam off; and since then we’ve been
more delicate in expressing tu the Prince heow ’nitioc glad we air to
see him. At least, this is what the scrawler in the New York Herald
says of us :—-
“ The turbulent irregularity of a mob, however well meant or dictated by good
feeling, could not fail to grate harshly upon one of so much natural and acquired
refinement. Therefore, the lower strata of the democratic element may prove some-
what uncongenial to him. But I am happy to say that the people of the United
States generally, and the superior order particularly, have studied his comfort,
pleasure, and wishes, with a delicacy dictated by that good sense which is their pre-
vailing characteristic, that has not failed to impress him and his suite with a very
favourable idea of American consideration and courtesy.”
“ Screamin’ fine that scribblin’, ain’t it P And to show heow true it
is, and heow courteously we haeve studied the comfort of the Prince,
and what delicate good sense haeve pervaded our behaviour tu
him, the writer gives us these here specimens of the remarks he overheard
let out by the spectators, when the Prince fust come in sight of em:—
“ His nose is Roman ! He seems fagged. Ho looks pleasant! I thought his
hair was lighter. Thex'e’s no harm in that face, sure. He’s regular Dutch ! ”
“Wal, there ain’t no smack o’ the ancient ‘age of rudeness’ ’beout
sich compliments as them! It must haeve added a good heap to the
‘ comfort ’ of the Prince to hear heow we tuk notice of him. Ours is A
free country, and we air mostly sorter free-and-easy in our talk. We
ain’t shy o’ findin’ fault neither, and I reckon as our writers can
criticise a ’coon as well as compliment him. At the Cincinnati Ball,
for example, we air told that ‘ at times the Prince, apparently, was very
much embarrassed,’ (Wal, I calc’late them air crinnyleans du
‘ embarrass ’ a chap kinder!), ‘ and it was noticed that he made several
mistakes, not being au fait in American style; hut he soon recovered
himself, and enjoyed himself in his usual style.’ Y’ see, our style ain’t
like yourn, old boss ; there ain’t no sliding over that. And what may
be the ‘usual’ go for yer young Riyal Highnesses don’t noways not
come up to our notions of what’s proper. Guess you oughter send us
yer young Princes and Princesses, jist that we might polish up their
etiquette a trifle, and put a finishing stroke or two upon their ball-room
edicat.ion.
“Wal, the mornin’ arter this, the Prince he went tu Chutch, and
you see such air our delicate attentions to his comfort that even there
he wom’t allowed to pass uncriticised. The papers sent thar specialest
reporters to obsarve him, and his ‘ movements ’ through the sarvice
were all minutely chronicled. By this here means we’re famished
with most interestin’ statistics of the number o’ times he coughed, and
whether he ever shut his eyes, and had to blow his nose to keep him-
self awake, or not, which in course it is important fur historians to
know. Of his appearance, too, we learn that he was ‘ dressed as usual,’
and to this the Herald adds, by way of courteous compliment, ‘ Some
people think he is looking seedy; but he is probably saving his best
clothes for his New York visit.’ In course the delicate inference from
this here writer’s statement is, that the Prince’s ‘usual dress’ is
git.ting seedy in the seams, and as he haeve on’y got one Sunday-going
suit, he’s forced to save it up for special state occasions, sich as that ar
forty thousand dollar ball as all our gals is screamin’ mad abeout.
“ Wal, arter all, there’s no gurt harm in what we’ve done. ’Tain’t
every day, old boss, we catches A live Prince. A King in chrysalis is
rayther a rarish insect here, and so you see our bhoys air all-fired
curious to see him. And duing as they du is jist to testify their
’fection. That’s A fact, Sir-ree, and guess I ’ll lick the skunk who
doubts it. Mayn’t be over pleasant, but it’s tu show heow fond we
air of him.
“Yours, Mister Punch, and the Prince’s tu (I’m right hoarse
neow from cheerin’ him),
“Jonathan Marcellus Josh Goliah Gong.”
“ IN VINO VERITAS’’-AND WHAT ELSE?
Here’s a new advantage to the buyer of cheap wines, which he
ought to thank us for bringing to his notice
REDUCED PRICES. Improved Quality.—Six gallons of SOUTH
-LY AFRICAN PORT or SHERRY for 50s., cask (which can be converted into two
pails) included.—Apply, &e.
Good wine, it has of old been said, requires no bush to be hung out
to show where one may get it. Whether, then, the fact of advertising
wine would lead one to infer that it is anything hut good, logicians, if
they please, may argue and decide. “ In vino veritas” is anothei
ancient motto; but one would fear there must be something else than
veritas in wine, which requires such an announcement as the foregoing
to sell it. We must own it seems to us a rather new idea, to think of
buying a lot of wine in order that we may “ convert ” a pair of pails out
of the cask. We suppose that we shall next be asked to buy a pheasant
for its feathers, or a hare that we may make some use or other of
its skin.
A Trifle from Tchern ayoda.—To open a Turkish Railroad^ it
seems that sheep must be sacrificed. In England we only sacrifice
shareholders. But in each case the victims are fleeced.
r
1
!
A CHANCE FOR DR. CULLEN.
uestions are more easily
asked than answered,
but we should like some
information upon a
curiosity of literature,
which we copy from the
Paris Correspondence of
the Daily Telegraph:—
“ The Esperance of Nantes
says that the director of
Covent Garden has ordered
eight luminous men of M,
Demangeot.”
Now, pray what are
these luminous men P
We must confess that
we are rather in the dark
about them, and should
consider it extremely
kind if some one would
enlighten us. We have
heard men sometimes
spoken of asbeing shining
lights, but we have never
before heard them des-
cribed as being luminous.
Moreover, from the man-
ner in which they have
been “ordered” of him,
one would think M.Demangeot had the power to manufacture them;
and one must regard him as a sort of phosphorescent Frankenstein,
endowed with the ability not merely to make men, but to make them
luminous.
If it were not almost too great a liberty to take, we might suggest
that were Archbishop Cullen to apply to fill the place of one of
these eight luminous individuals, the director of Covent Garden might
■be tempted to accept him. As one of the bright lights of the Roman
•Catholic Church, Dr. Cullen might put in a claim to being viewed as
luminous; and seeing how he has lately blazed away for his Brigade,
and what a farce he has been playing to celebrate their obsequies, we
■think the Doctor is just fit for a theatrical engagement, and would
•exactly fill a part where he is wanted to be luminous.
THE PRINCE AND THE PRESS.
“ Broadway, Midday liquorin' titne.
“ Tu that ar Critter Punch,
“ 1 Guess I wrote to you, old boss, a week or tu ago, about
“the way our scribblers du their scrawlin’ for the peaypers, and I sent
you a few extracts to show heow tall they talked ’beeout our reception
of Jack Heenan, when he come from having licked yar champion,
Tom Sayers. Wal, that was no small some in the way of A reception,
but it ’taint, no sorter up to what we’ve bin and guv yar Prince of
Wales, or Baron Renfrew as he calls himself—-though I sartinly
can’t see why he need go by that ar alias in A free country like ourn,
■where all titles air alike, same as all men (except niggers) is. Political
equality’s our motter in the States, and if a feller haeve a mind tu call
hisself a Doctor, or a Counsellor, or a Cardnal, or any other sort o’ ’risto
cratic appellation, why he jist goes and does it, and nobody don’t take
no notice of him any more than if he kep content to be plain Mister.
“ I dar say you’ve been surprised toe hear heow we've been cuttin’
carter Albert Edward, knowin’ as we don’t in gineral set no wally
■upon Riyalty. But this is heow a jarnal deown St. Louis way accounts
for this here fact:—
“ Man is by nature regal and princely. Democracy is the cordial recognition of
this fact, and seeks not to uncrown men except by crowning all men. Heaven
meant mankind for a race of kings and queens, princes and princesses; and to
realise that end is the aim of democracy. In ages of rudeness homage to the royal
character of some men was a step towards the general culture of such character.
lIn our time and in this country we claim to have emerged from that period of
pupilage, to have done adulating and to have become kings. * * * Without a
particle of undemocratic deference, our people may laudably gratify the wish to see
] the heir prospective of the British throne.”
“Wal, there sartinly worn t, much of ‘undemocratic deference’ in
the way them ar St. Louis bhoys behaved tu yur joung Prince, I
guess you’ve heerd heow at his landing they come a hustlin’ and a
lusslin’ and a hustlin’ reound his carriage, till they raly a’most bust it
off its wheels, and nearly knocked the Duke o’ Newcastle, or some
other swell flunkey slap inter the dock. But this here rowdedow it
seems just sarved to let the steam off; and since then we’ve been
more delicate in expressing tu the Prince heow ’nitioc glad we air to
see him. At least, this is what the scrawler in the New York Herald
says of us :—-
“ The turbulent irregularity of a mob, however well meant or dictated by good
feeling, could not fail to grate harshly upon one of so much natural and acquired
refinement. Therefore, the lower strata of the democratic element may prove some-
what uncongenial to him. But I am happy to say that the people of the United
States generally, and the superior order particularly, have studied his comfort,
pleasure, and wishes, with a delicacy dictated by that good sense which is their pre-
vailing characteristic, that has not failed to impress him and his suite with a very
favourable idea of American consideration and courtesy.”
“ Screamin’ fine that scribblin’, ain’t it P And to show heow true it
is, and heow courteously we haeve studied the comfort of the Prince,
and what delicate good sense haeve pervaded our behaviour tu
him, the writer gives us these here specimens of the remarks he overheard
let out by the spectators, when the Prince fust come in sight of em:—
“ His nose is Roman ! He seems fagged. Ho looks pleasant! I thought his
hair was lighter. Thex'e’s no harm in that face, sure. He’s regular Dutch ! ”
“Wal, there ain’t no smack o’ the ancient ‘age of rudeness’ ’beout
sich compliments as them! It must haeve added a good heap to the
‘ comfort ’ of the Prince to hear heow we tuk notice of him. Ours is A
free country, and we air mostly sorter free-and-easy in our talk. We
ain’t shy o’ findin’ fault neither, and I reckon as our writers can
criticise a ’coon as well as compliment him. At the Cincinnati Ball,
for example, we air told that ‘ at times the Prince, apparently, was very
much embarrassed,’ (Wal, I calc’late them air crinnyleans du
‘ embarrass ’ a chap kinder!), ‘ and it was noticed that he made several
mistakes, not being au fait in American style; hut he soon recovered
himself, and enjoyed himself in his usual style.’ Y’ see, our style ain’t
like yourn, old boss ; there ain’t no sliding over that. And what may
be the ‘usual’ go for yer young Riyal Highnesses don’t noways not
come up to our notions of what’s proper. Guess you oughter send us
yer young Princes and Princesses, jist that we might polish up their
etiquette a trifle, and put a finishing stroke or two upon their ball-room
edicat.ion.
“Wal, the mornin’ arter this, the Prince he went tu Chutch, and
you see such air our delicate attentions to his comfort that even there
he wom’t allowed to pass uncriticised. The papers sent thar specialest
reporters to obsarve him, and his ‘ movements ’ through the sarvice
were all minutely chronicled. By this here means we’re famished
with most interestin’ statistics of the number o’ times he coughed, and
whether he ever shut his eyes, and had to blow his nose to keep him-
self awake, or not, which in course it is important fur historians to
know. Of his appearance, too, we learn that he was ‘ dressed as usual,’
and to this the Herald adds, by way of courteous compliment, ‘ Some
people think he is looking seedy; but he is probably saving his best
clothes for his New York visit.’ In course the delicate inference from
this here writer’s statement is, that the Prince’s ‘usual dress’ is
git.ting seedy in the seams, and as he haeve on’y got one Sunday-going
suit, he’s forced to save it up for special state occasions, sich as that ar
forty thousand dollar ball as all our gals is screamin’ mad abeout.
“ Wal, arter all, there’s no gurt harm in what we’ve done. ’Tain’t
every day, old boss, we catches A live Prince. A King in chrysalis is
rayther a rarish insect here, and so you see our bhoys air all-fired
curious to see him. And duing as they du is jist to testify their
’fection. That’s A fact, Sir-ree, and guess I ’ll lick the skunk who
doubts it. Mayn’t be over pleasant, but it’s tu show heow fond we
air of him.
“Yours, Mister Punch, and the Prince’s tu (I’m right hoarse
neow from cheerin’ him),
“Jonathan Marcellus Josh Goliah Gong.”
“ IN VINO VERITAS’’-AND WHAT ELSE?
Here’s a new advantage to the buyer of cheap wines, which he
ought to thank us for bringing to his notice
REDUCED PRICES. Improved Quality.—Six gallons of SOUTH
-LY AFRICAN PORT or SHERRY for 50s., cask (which can be converted into two
pails) included.—Apply, &e.
Good wine, it has of old been said, requires no bush to be hung out
to show where one may get it. Whether, then, the fact of advertising
wine would lead one to infer that it is anything hut good, logicians, if
they please, may argue and decide. “ In vino veritas” is anothei
ancient motto; but one would fear there must be something else than
veritas in wine, which requires such an announcement as the foregoing
to sell it. We must own it seems to us a rather new idea, to think of
buying a lot of wine in order that we may “ convert ” a pair of pails out
of the cask. We suppose that we shall next be asked to buy a pheasant
for its feathers, or a hare that we may make some use or other of
its skin.
A Trifle from Tchern ayoda.—To open a Turkish Railroad^ it
seems that sheep must be sacrificed. In England we only sacrifice
shareholders. But in each case the victims are fleeced.
r
1
!