DOI Heft:
November 10, 1860
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November 10, I860.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
181
I
“A SELL.”
Street Boy (who is no friend to Punch and Judy Shows). “ Oh, S' please S' ain't a
Cove just a larruppin’ his Wife up the Court neither I"
THE SPANISH REFORMATION.
By all accounts the Spaniards are turning over a new
leaf in theirs, and are really taking steps towards re-
gaining their lost credit. From statistics lately published,
it appears that their home produce and their foreign
commerce have within the last ten years increased with
great rapidity; and as commerce can be scarcely deve-
loped without credit, we may presume that this has in like
measure been extended. “Better known than trusted”
was formerly the maxim in dealing with the Dons ; but
there now seems to be a hope that as they get less
“ knowing ” they will gain more trust.
To show that they are on the highway to prosperity,
and wish to smooth all obstacles which beset their path,
the Spanish Government last year obtained a vote of credit
for a milliard of reals, which they are applying to the
improvement of their roads. A milliard of their reals is ten
millions of our pounds—a goodish bit of money to throw
beneath one’s feet and trample into dust. However, we
may hope that all this milliard of reals will be really well
kid out; and that the welfare as well as the wayfare of
the country will progress the faster for them. We are
glad to see the Spaniards begin to mend their ways, for
the path they once pursued appeared the road to ruin. As
Englishmen, of course we take great interest in the
Spaniards, because for such a time we took so little interest
from them. Whether, now they have begun to see the
error of their ways, they may be viewed as being on the
road to reformation, and are likely to “ stump up ” the
debts they long have owed, we leave to sanguine specu-
lators, if they please, to calculate. For ourselves, we must
confess, that the last thing in the world we should expect
to get from Spain, would be, if we were bondholders, a
shipment of “ the Spanish.”
Strange Sea Fowl.
Under the head of “ Military and Naval Intelli-
gence,” we are apprised that—
“ The Landrail, 5, screw, Commander Martin, went ont of
Portsmouth harbour yesterday to Spithead on the completion of her
repairs.”
Here we have related two wonderful and unaccountable
facts. A Martin is placed in command of a Landrail, and
the Landrail walks the water! Surely, considered in a
locomotive capacity, a Landrail, properly so called, can
only travel on a railway.
OUR SISTERS IN AMERICA.
In the pages of the London American, we read that in New York
there has lately been opened a library for the exclusive use of women.
At first, we sarcastically thought that it must consist of nothing but
novels, but we never were more mistaken, the collection being as
varied as that of the London Library in St. James’s Square, only not
quite so numerous. The one is as yet only a baby,—a mere literary
infant,—whilst the other has arrived to the full-grown proportions of a
lusty intellectual manhood. The library has met with the greatest
success, and publishers and printsellers have vied with each other in
filling its walls and its shelves with presents. “ The subscription is a
dollar (4s. 2d.) a-vear, for those who can afford it, and nothing for
those who cannot.”
Would a similar Woman’s Library answer in London ? We strongly
believe it would, especially if opened in the evening, when the British
Museum and other libraries are closed. Besides, how many poor girls
are there who cannot afford fire and candle in the evening to enable
them to stop at home after their working-hours are over, and would
only be too glad of such a refuge, where they could improve and amuse
themselves, free from importunities, free from temptations, happy,
warm, and comfortable, until the clock warned them it was time to go
to bed ? If a similar institution be ever established, we beg leave to
propose Miss Bessie Parses as its noble librarian!
The Prince oe Wales visited the Woman’s Library. During the
interview, the following handsome tribute was paid:— '
“ The room was crowded with ladies. The Prince entered, leaning upon the arm
of the Chancellor of the University, and was received by Miss Powell (the
lbrarian), who, on behalf of the ladies, said, ‘ Baron, we are happy to welcome to a
Woman’s Library the son of a Royal Lady whom the women in America regard as
an honour and a pride to all womanhood.’ ”
Bravo! We little suspected that the Women of America could say
such generous things ; but then it was a live Prince who inspired the
graceful tribute. However, the compliment is all the more genuine
and valuable, as from the great gallantry, amounting to adoration, that
is shown to the female sex in America, the ladies are much more in f
the habit of receiving compliments than of paying them. Amongst the
many pleasant recollections the Prince has brought home from
America, none, we will be bound, will occupy a more prominent or
grateful place than the above. It is a recollection that, in his mind,
will be ever wrapped up in lavender.
A POLONAISE AND YARSOVIENNE.
Dancing appears to have been the principal occupation of the illus-
trious personages who chiefly figured in the late Conferences at War-
saw. “Everything,” of greater consequence, says a telegram from
Paris, “ was limited to short conversations upon two or three principal
points of the general state of affairs ; ” so that the intercommunications
exchanged by the three crowned heads may be supposed to have nearly
resembled those which usually pass between Brown, Jones, and
Robinson in the Commercial Room, when one of those travelling gen-
tlemen asks another, “ What’s your opinion of things in general ? ”
In admirable keeping with the light and lively drama which is now in
course of performance on the Theatre of Italy, the high conferring
parties engaged themselves chiefly in the dance. Ad hoc the Governor
of Warsaw, Prince Gortschakoee gave a ball; whereat, according to
the Post
“ The Emperor Alexander appeared about half-past ten, and remained until
half-past one. All took part in the ‘ Polonaise,’ and amongst the princely persons
who danced in it were the young Cesarewitch of Russia, Prince Charles of Prussia
and the Grand Duke of Saxe-Weimar. The number of invitations was between
300 and 400, but amongst these only about 25 ladies could be reckoned on as part-
ners. The Polish ladies were absent as far as possible. ’
The Royal and Imperial Absolutists, happily unable to agree in
any scheme to defeat the constitution of an United Italy, were
forced to content themselves with dancing over the grave of Polish
freedom. No wonder the ladies of Poland declined to assist in that
“ Polonaise.”
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
181
I
“A SELL.”
Street Boy (who is no friend to Punch and Judy Shows). “ Oh, S' please S' ain't a
Cove just a larruppin’ his Wife up the Court neither I"
THE SPANISH REFORMATION.
By all accounts the Spaniards are turning over a new
leaf in theirs, and are really taking steps towards re-
gaining their lost credit. From statistics lately published,
it appears that their home produce and their foreign
commerce have within the last ten years increased with
great rapidity; and as commerce can be scarcely deve-
loped without credit, we may presume that this has in like
measure been extended. “Better known than trusted”
was formerly the maxim in dealing with the Dons ; but
there now seems to be a hope that as they get less
“ knowing ” they will gain more trust.
To show that they are on the highway to prosperity,
and wish to smooth all obstacles which beset their path,
the Spanish Government last year obtained a vote of credit
for a milliard of reals, which they are applying to the
improvement of their roads. A milliard of their reals is ten
millions of our pounds—a goodish bit of money to throw
beneath one’s feet and trample into dust. However, we
may hope that all this milliard of reals will be really well
kid out; and that the welfare as well as the wayfare of
the country will progress the faster for them. We are
glad to see the Spaniards begin to mend their ways, for
the path they once pursued appeared the road to ruin. As
Englishmen, of course we take great interest in the
Spaniards, because for such a time we took so little interest
from them. Whether, now they have begun to see the
error of their ways, they may be viewed as being on the
road to reformation, and are likely to “ stump up ” the
debts they long have owed, we leave to sanguine specu-
lators, if they please, to calculate. For ourselves, we must
confess, that the last thing in the world we should expect
to get from Spain, would be, if we were bondholders, a
shipment of “ the Spanish.”
Strange Sea Fowl.
Under the head of “ Military and Naval Intelli-
gence,” we are apprised that—
“ The Landrail, 5, screw, Commander Martin, went ont of
Portsmouth harbour yesterday to Spithead on the completion of her
repairs.”
Here we have related two wonderful and unaccountable
facts. A Martin is placed in command of a Landrail, and
the Landrail walks the water! Surely, considered in a
locomotive capacity, a Landrail, properly so called, can
only travel on a railway.
OUR SISTERS IN AMERICA.
In the pages of the London American, we read that in New York
there has lately been opened a library for the exclusive use of women.
At first, we sarcastically thought that it must consist of nothing but
novels, but we never were more mistaken, the collection being as
varied as that of the London Library in St. James’s Square, only not
quite so numerous. The one is as yet only a baby,—a mere literary
infant,—whilst the other has arrived to the full-grown proportions of a
lusty intellectual manhood. The library has met with the greatest
success, and publishers and printsellers have vied with each other in
filling its walls and its shelves with presents. “ The subscription is a
dollar (4s. 2d.) a-vear, for those who can afford it, and nothing for
those who cannot.”
Would a similar Woman’s Library answer in London ? We strongly
believe it would, especially if opened in the evening, when the British
Museum and other libraries are closed. Besides, how many poor girls
are there who cannot afford fire and candle in the evening to enable
them to stop at home after their working-hours are over, and would
only be too glad of such a refuge, where they could improve and amuse
themselves, free from importunities, free from temptations, happy,
warm, and comfortable, until the clock warned them it was time to go
to bed ? If a similar institution be ever established, we beg leave to
propose Miss Bessie Parses as its noble librarian!
The Prince oe Wales visited the Woman’s Library. During the
interview, the following handsome tribute was paid:— '
“ The room was crowded with ladies. The Prince entered, leaning upon the arm
of the Chancellor of the University, and was received by Miss Powell (the
lbrarian), who, on behalf of the ladies, said, ‘ Baron, we are happy to welcome to a
Woman’s Library the son of a Royal Lady whom the women in America regard as
an honour and a pride to all womanhood.’ ”
Bravo! We little suspected that the Women of America could say
such generous things ; but then it was a live Prince who inspired the
graceful tribute. However, the compliment is all the more genuine
and valuable, as from the great gallantry, amounting to adoration, that
is shown to the female sex in America, the ladies are much more in f
the habit of receiving compliments than of paying them. Amongst the
many pleasant recollections the Prince has brought home from
America, none, we will be bound, will occupy a more prominent or
grateful place than the above. It is a recollection that, in his mind,
will be ever wrapped up in lavender.
A POLONAISE AND YARSOVIENNE.
Dancing appears to have been the principal occupation of the illus-
trious personages who chiefly figured in the late Conferences at War-
saw. “Everything,” of greater consequence, says a telegram from
Paris, “ was limited to short conversations upon two or three principal
points of the general state of affairs ; ” so that the intercommunications
exchanged by the three crowned heads may be supposed to have nearly
resembled those which usually pass between Brown, Jones, and
Robinson in the Commercial Room, when one of those travelling gen-
tlemen asks another, “ What’s your opinion of things in general ? ”
In admirable keeping with the light and lively drama which is now in
course of performance on the Theatre of Italy, the high conferring
parties engaged themselves chiefly in the dance. Ad hoc the Governor
of Warsaw, Prince Gortschakoee gave a ball; whereat, according to
the Post
“ The Emperor Alexander appeared about half-past ten, and remained until
half-past one. All took part in the ‘ Polonaise,’ and amongst the princely persons
who danced in it were the young Cesarewitch of Russia, Prince Charles of Prussia
and the Grand Duke of Saxe-Weimar. The number of invitations was between
300 and 400, but amongst these only about 25 ladies could be reckoned on as part-
ners. The Polish ladies were absent as far as possible. ’
The Royal and Imperial Absolutists, happily unable to agree in
any scheme to defeat the constitution of an United Italy, were
forced to content themselves with dancing over the grave of Polish
freedom. No wonder the ladies of Poland declined to assist in that
“ Polonaise.”