DOI issue:
March 9, 1861
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16867#0107
March 9, 1801.]
PUNCH, OH THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
99
A SHAVE FOR THE SOLDIER.
REFORMING THE REFORMER.
of t.he service as destined to take place
UBtroiNEB is an an-
nouncement which has
been made on the best
authority:—
“ The Guards.—We hear
it mentioned as most pro-
bable that Major-General
Craufurd, late of the Gre-
nadier Guards, will succeed
to the command, of the Bri-
gade of Guards which will
be vacated by Lord Rokeby
on the 1st of April next.”
The First of April is
a day on which unsus-
pecting juvenile inno-
cence is wont to be de-
spatched, by the prac-
tical jocularity of school-
fellows, on errands for
the purchase of those
imaginary commodities,
“strap-oil” and “pi-
geon’s milk.” It may
be feared that the
above-quoted paragraph
is the invention of reck-
less waggery; and, with
the wisdom which has
been purchased by ex-
perience, the serious
portion of the British
Army will no doubt
hesitate in accepting a
statement representing
important changes in
the highest branches
the anniversary of All Fools.
{Improved fflom “ Original Poems for Infant Minds.")
O, Who’ll come and play Agitation with me.
My Cobden has left me alone ?
Industrious Working men, won’t you be Free ?
Let us get up a row of our own.
0 no, Mr. Bright, Sir, we can’t come indeed,
We ’ve no time to idle away;
We’ve got all our dear little children to feed.
And can do it, we ’re happy to say.
Small Tradesmen, don’t stick to beef, candles, and flour,
But kick up a row with me, do;
Those grubs will, not fight for political power.
But say, thinking men, will not you?
Q no, Mr. Bright, Sir, for do you not see
By our shops we’re enabled to thrive ;
The way to get on is to work like a bee.
And always be storing the hive.
Intelligent Middle-class, rise at the blast
Of the trumpet of Freedom I play :
1 hope I shall find a disciple at last,
You are not so busy as they.
O no, Mr. Bright, Sir, we shan’t come to you,
We ’re not made to cry but to labour;
We always have something or other to do—
If not for oneself, for a neighbour.
What then, they’re all busy and happy but me,
Aud I ’m bawling here like a dunce :
O then I’ll be off to where Members should be,
And attend to my business at once.
[And, my dears, being a strong and clever boy, he
ran down to his place of business, and helped
to move and carry several things that were
wanted in the Mouse.
NOSE AN I) EAR IN HARMONY.
The following paragraph appears in a contemporary
‘ A Noveltyun Imitative Harmony.—After having introduced the Champagne
>GaIop, the Kisses Polka, the Cattle Show Quadrille, and other descriptive dance
music, accompanied with appropriate sounds, M. Musard produced on Wednesday
last, at St. James’s'Hall, a Floral Valse, called “Sweet Briar,” during which Mr.
Rimmed, the well-known perfumer of the Strand, diffused the scent of that flower
by means of the new process ho has already employed for perfuming the Lyceum
Theatre.”
Thus, whilst the ears are regaled by M. Musard, Mr. Rimmel,
administers a corresponding treat to the nose. This is a great advance
in dance music. Beethoven might perhaps have indicated a particular
perfume by some exquisite movement which would have inspired the
same serenity and joy, or other delightful state, as that which the per-
fume induces on sensitive minds. But Beethoven himself never, with
j all his genius, could have composed music simultaneously breathing the
odour of sweet briar, and constituting a measure for the multitude to
dance to. Beethoven could never thus have mingled sweet briar with
j capers, hieither, probably, could even M. Musard without the aid of
Mr. Rimmel. But if, whilst a waltz is being played, a scent-pot is
j opened, then by that means the connection of sound with sense is fully
established, and we know precisely what the composition means besides
tiddy-tum-tum, or whatever else it might signify expressed in speech.
A-Sweet Briar Waltz, illustrated by the disengagement of real sweet
briar, bavingbeen successfully produced, every species of scent apper-
taining to the toilet will soon be fitted wit,It a dance-musical repre-
sentative. Not to mention the necessary rose and the indispensable
violet, we shall shortly recognise in every ball-room the aroma of the
, hop, and be made distinctly aware that youth and beauty are toe-and-
heeling it to heliotrope.
However, dance music is not the only music that might he appro-
priately and advantageously perfumed. There are many popular airs
that might, be thereby rendered very gratifying to the olfactory nerves.
For instance, there is “ Drops of Brandy,” there is the “ Roast Beef of
1 01 f England." Culinary fragrance, and the bouquet of wines and
spirits, please some nostrils more highly than the emanations of the
sweetest flowers. Alimentary and Terpsichorean music might be com-
bined. The Irish Stew Waltz would doubtless be a great success—
the performance of the waltz being accompanied by the liberation of
the fumes of the stew. It has long been objected to the lighter kinds
I of music, that they merely captivate the public ear. Now, being per-
fumed whilst they are played, they will also lead people by the nose.
Since writing the above observations 't has occurred to us, that the
accompaniment to hunting songs might be so scented as to savour of
the stable, to which many are partial. Also that when M. Musard at
St. James’s Hall introduced the Cattle Show, Mr. Rimmel might have
assisted him in expressing the idea of it. The breath of the cow is
proverbially sweet. A useful caution might be conveyed in the odour
of a quadrille, which might be called “ The Crinoline,” and whereof the
olfactory illustration might be the smell of fire.
HAUSSE ET BAISSE.
BAUSSE.
I see a Brass Colossus, thinly gilt,
Upon two feet of varnished clay up-built,
Holding a huge mud-bubble, where doth waver.
The iridescence of Imperial favour.
BAISSE.
The gold upon the brass is rent and tarnished.
The lacquer cracks with which the clay was varnished,
A sudden cloud blots out the Imperial Iris,
The huge mud-bubble bursts, and Mires mire is.
“An Abode of Earthly Pliss Admirably adapted for a
Gentleman of Taste and Fortune.”
It seems from the Police Reports that not less than 300 burglars
and ticket-of-leave men are enjoying themselves in Manchester at this
particular moment. That industrious town, with its azure sky and
sweet pastoral walks, always struck us as the most charming spot in
the world for a residence, and just now that it is so full of company, it
must have still greater attractions than ever. We did think of going to
Hastings, or Brighton, at this dull time of the year, just lor a change
of air and scene for three or four weeks, but shall decidedly give the
preference now to Manchester.
Imperial Reverses.
When Louis Napoleon put down the Red Republic, lie was?
according to the priest party, the “ Saviour of Society.” Now the
Bishop of Poitiers calls him Pontius Pilate. According to that
Prelate he is the Pilate of the Creed; whereas only the other day
the French clergy regarded him as the pilot who weathered the
torm.
PUNCH, OH THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
99
A SHAVE FOR THE SOLDIER.
REFORMING THE REFORMER.
of t.he service as destined to take place
UBtroiNEB is an an-
nouncement which has
been made on the best
authority:—
“ The Guards.—We hear
it mentioned as most pro-
bable that Major-General
Craufurd, late of the Gre-
nadier Guards, will succeed
to the command, of the Bri-
gade of Guards which will
be vacated by Lord Rokeby
on the 1st of April next.”
The First of April is
a day on which unsus-
pecting juvenile inno-
cence is wont to be de-
spatched, by the prac-
tical jocularity of school-
fellows, on errands for
the purchase of those
imaginary commodities,
“strap-oil” and “pi-
geon’s milk.” It may
be feared that the
above-quoted paragraph
is the invention of reck-
less waggery; and, with
the wisdom which has
been purchased by ex-
perience, the serious
portion of the British
Army will no doubt
hesitate in accepting a
statement representing
important changes in
the highest branches
the anniversary of All Fools.
{Improved fflom “ Original Poems for Infant Minds.")
O, Who’ll come and play Agitation with me.
My Cobden has left me alone ?
Industrious Working men, won’t you be Free ?
Let us get up a row of our own.
0 no, Mr. Bright, Sir, we can’t come indeed,
We ’ve no time to idle away;
We’ve got all our dear little children to feed.
And can do it, we ’re happy to say.
Small Tradesmen, don’t stick to beef, candles, and flour,
But kick up a row with me, do;
Those grubs will, not fight for political power.
But say, thinking men, will not you?
Q no, Mr. Bright, Sir, for do you not see
By our shops we’re enabled to thrive ;
The way to get on is to work like a bee.
And always be storing the hive.
Intelligent Middle-class, rise at the blast
Of the trumpet of Freedom I play :
1 hope I shall find a disciple at last,
You are not so busy as they.
O no, Mr. Bright, Sir, we shan’t come to you,
We ’re not made to cry but to labour;
We always have something or other to do—
If not for oneself, for a neighbour.
What then, they’re all busy and happy but me,
Aud I ’m bawling here like a dunce :
O then I’ll be off to where Members should be,
And attend to my business at once.
[And, my dears, being a strong and clever boy, he
ran down to his place of business, and helped
to move and carry several things that were
wanted in the Mouse.
NOSE AN I) EAR IN HARMONY.
The following paragraph appears in a contemporary
‘ A Noveltyun Imitative Harmony.—After having introduced the Champagne
>GaIop, the Kisses Polka, the Cattle Show Quadrille, and other descriptive dance
music, accompanied with appropriate sounds, M. Musard produced on Wednesday
last, at St. James’s'Hall, a Floral Valse, called “Sweet Briar,” during which Mr.
Rimmed, the well-known perfumer of the Strand, diffused the scent of that flower
by means of the new process ho has already employed for perfuming the Lyceum
Theatre.”
Thus, whilst the ears are regaled by M. Musard, Mr. Rimmel,
administers a corresponding treat to the nose. This is a great advance
in dance music. Beethoven might perhaps have indicated a particular
perfume by some exquisite movement which would have inspired the
same serenity and joy, or other delightful state, as that which the per-
fume induces on sensitive minds. But Beethoven himself never, with
j all his genius, could have composed music simultaneously breathing the
odour of sweet briar, and constituting a measure for the multitude to
dance to. Beethoven could never thus have mingled sweet briar with
j capers, hieither, probably, could even M. Musard without the aid of
Mr. Rimmel. But if, whilst a waltz is being played, a scent-pot is
j opened, then by that means the connection of sound with sense is fully
established, and we know precisely what the composition means besides
tiddy-tum-tum, or whatever else it might signify expressed in speech.
A-Sweet Briar Waltz, illustrated by the disengagement of real sweet
briar, bavingbeen successfully produced, every species of scent apper-
taining to the toilet will soon be fitted wit,It a dance-musical repre-
sentative. Not to mention the necessary rose and the indispensable
violet, we shall shortly recognise in every ball-room the aroma of the
, hop, and be made distinctly aware that youth and beauty are toe-and-
heeling it to heliotrope.
However, dance music is not the only music that might he appro-
priately and advantageously perfumed. There are many popular airs
that might, be thereby rendered very gratifying to the olfactory nerves.
For instance, there is “ Drops of Brandy,” there is the “ Roast Beef of
1 01 f England." Culinary fragrance, and the bouquet of wines and
spirits, please some nostrils more highly than the emanations of the
sweetest flowers. Alimentary and Terpsichorean music might be com-
bined. The Irish Stew Waltz would doubtless be a great success—
the performance of the waltz being accompanied by the liberation of
the fumes of the stew. It has long been objected to the lighter kinds
I of music, that they merely captivate the public ear. Now, being per-
fumed whilst they are played, they will also lead people by the nose.
Since writing the above observations 't has occurred to us, that the
accompaniment to hunting songs might be so scented as to savour of
the stable, to which many are partial. Also that when M. Musard at
St. James’s Hall introduced the Cattle Show, Mr. Rimmel might have
assisted him in expressing the idea of it. The breath of the cow is
proverbially sweet. A useful caution might be conveyed in the odour
of a quadrille, which might be called “ The Crinoline,” and whereof the
olfactory illustration might be the smell of fire.
HAUSSE ET BAISSE.
BAUSSE.
I see a Brass Colossus, thinly gilt,
Upon two feet of varnished clay up-built,
Holding a huge mud-bubble, where doth waver.
The iridescence of Imperial favour.
BAISSE.
The gold upon the brass is rent and tarnished.
The lacquer cracks with which the clay was varnished,
A sudden cloud blots out the Imperial Iris,
The huge mud-bubble bursts, and Mires mire is.
“An Abode of Earthly Pliss Admirably adapted for a
Gentleman of Taste and Fortune.”
It seems from the Police Reports that not less than 300 burglars
and ticket-of-leave men are enjoying themselves in Manchester at this
particular moment. That industrious town, with its azure sky and
sweet pastoral walks, always struck us as the most charming spot in
the world for a residence, and just now that it is so full of company, it
must have still greater attractions than ever. We did think of going to
Hastings, or Brighton, at this dull time of the year, just lor a change
of air and scene for three or four weeks, but shall decidedly give the
preference now to Manchester.
Imperial Reverses.
When Louis Napoleon put down the Red Republic, lie was?
according to the priest party, the “ Saviour of Society.” Now the
Bishop of Poitiers calls him Pontius Pilate. According to that
Prelate he is the Pilate of the Creed; whereas only the other day
the French clergy regarded him as the pilot who weathered the
torm.