DOI issue:
March 9, 1861
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16867#0114
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[March 9, 1861.
Cotton Lord (“coming” the Noble Patron). “Haw—7 was indooced to buy a little Picture oj yours, the other day, Stodge, haw
Artist (who does not seem to see it). “ Lucky Fellow //”
THE BERKELEY PEERACE.
Judgment.
The Law Lords have given judgment in this case, which Mr.
Punch has taken under his especial patronage, on account of the funny
plea on which his friend the Old Sailor of Berkeley demanded a
Peerage.
The Lord Chancellor said that Sir Maurice Berkeley, brother
of the late exemplary Lord Fitzhardinge, and as brave and dashing
a sailor as ever lived, had taken into his old head, that because he had
got Berkeley Castle, lie ought to be a Peer, having some notion that
castles and coronets went together. He, the Lord Chancellor, was
not going to enter into an historical essay upon the Berkeleys, for by
some accident or other, his historical efforts were not generally thought
so valuable as he himself knew them to be. But he would proceed to
the painful duty of informing the Old Sailor, that if he particularly
j wanted a coronet, he must try after it in some other way. It was not
for the Lord Chancellor to point out that way, though he him-
! self, having professed the most democratic principles, and nevertheless
having got two coronets into his family, might be supposed an
authority upon the subject. He had only to apprise Sir Maurice
that his endeavour to “cut out” a peerage as he cut out the enemy’s
schooner in 1830-
Sir Maurice Berkeley requested the noble Lord and lubber to
avast there. It was 1803.
The Lord Chancellor thought that it was hardly worth while to
interrupt him on a trifling misarrangement of figures. The Old Sailor
must be content with his laurels, and with having been publicly thanked
by the Duke oe Marlborough—Marlborough was it?—no, Wel-
lington. Besides, he had been a sort of Lord, a Lord of the Admi-
ralty, which was a good deal better than nothing. The judgment was,
that Sir Maurice had not made out his claim.
Lord St. Leonards concurred, for once, with the Chancellor,
though of course the reasons which the latter had given for his judg-
ment, if reasons they might be called, were, as usual, utterly futile. The
legal reason why the claim of Sir Maurice must be rejected was, that he
had failed to show the discontinuance of the outstanding term contin-
gent upon the enfeoffment of the non-entailed cessio bonorum pour autre
vie after the conveyance de droit under the charter-party of Edward
the Third had merged the laches m a general tenancy by the courtesy
with cross remainders over.
Sir Maurice Berkeley said that it made a fellow’s lee-scuppers
run over, to hear a cove coil and belay such High Dutch lingo.
Lord Cran worth said that he did not suppose his learned friends
cared very much whether he concurred with them or not, but he was
entirely of their opinion, and thought that it would be a bad precedent
1o confer a peerage upon a gentleman merely because he possessed an
old house in which one of the British sovereigns had been killed.
Sir Maurice Berkeley said, that if that lubber meant to insinuate
that he who had eat his sovereign’s junk--
The Lord Chancellor must interpose. Eat a junk. Come, come—
they could not swallow that. He had. himself seen a junk in the river
Thames, and though he did not profess to understand nautical matters,
if a man asserted that he could eat such a thing as that, lie, the Chan-
cellor, must reluctantly classify him among those who did not attach
due value to accurate representation of circumstances.
Sir Maurice Berkeley said that the Chancellor was a sea-
lawyer, and he only wished he had had him on board the Thunderer.
What, lie meant to say was, that he had been in the Queen’s service, or
the King’s, which was all the same, leastways different, all his life, and
he should like to hear anybody say he wasn’t loyal. His dear eyes!
Lord Wensleydale had had such a squeak for his own coronet
that he felt natural pity for an unsuccessful claimant. He had not heard
the arguments in the case, but quite concurred with his learned friends.
Sir Maurice Berkeley intimated his irremovable convictioa that
they were all a pack of humbugs, and he should speak to the Queen,
bless her ! on the subject. He then departed, furiously sending a quid
of tobacco into the left eye of the Chancellor, as a valediction.
A Great Improvement on the Old Saying or “Taking Coals
to Newcastle.”—Carrying Milk to Cowes.
A very Consuming Habit.—Nessus’s Shirt.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[March 9, 1861.
Cotton Lord (“coming” the Noble Patron). “Haw—7 was indooced to buy a little Picture oj yours, the other day, Stodge, haw
Artist (who does not seem to see it). “ Lucky Fellow //”
THE BERKELEY PEERACE.
Judgment.
The Law Lords have given judgment in this case, which Mr.
Punch has taken under his especial patronage, on account of the funny
plea on which his friend the Old Sailor of Berkeley demanded a
Peerage.
The Lord Chancellor said that Sir Maurice Berkeley, brother
of the late exemplary Lord Fitzhardinge, and as brave and dashing
a sailor as ever lived, had taken into his old head, that because he had
got Berkeley Castle, lie ought to be a Peer, having some notion that
castles and coronets went together. He, the Lord Chancellor, was
not going to enter into an historical essay upon the Berkeleys, for by
some accident or other, his historical efforts were not generally thought
so valuable as he himself knew them to be. But he would proceed to
the painful duty of informing the Old Sailor, that if he particularly
j wanted a coronet, he must try after it in some other way. It was not
for the Lord Chancellor to point out that way, though he him-
! self, having professed the most democratic principles, and nevertheless
having got two coronets into his family, might be supposed an
authority upon the subject. He had only to apprise Sir Maurice
that his endeavour to “cut out” a peerage as he cut out the enemy’s
schooner in 1830-
Sir Maurice Berkeley requested the noble Lord and lubber to
avast there. It was 1803.
The Lord Chancellor thought that it was hardly worth while to
interrupt him on a trifling misarrangement of figures. The Old Sailor
must be content with his laurels, and with having been publicly thanked
by the Duke oe Marlborough—Marlborough was it?—no, Wel-
lington. Besides, he had been a sort of Lord, a Lord of the Admi-
ralty, which was a good deal better than nothing. The judgment was,
that Sir Maurice had not made out his claim.
Lord St. Leonards concurred, for once, with the Chancellor,
though of course the reasons which the latter had given for his judg-
ment, if reasons they might be called, were, as usual, utterly futile. The
legal reason why the claim of Sir Maurice must be rejected was, that he
had failed to show the discontinuance of the outstanding term contin-
gent upon the enfeoffment of the non-entailed cessio bonorum pour autre
vie after the conveyance de droit under the charter-party of Edward
the Third had merged the laches m a general tenancy by the courtesy
with cross remainders over.
Sir Maurice Berkeley said that it made a fellow’s lee-scuppers
run over, to hear a cove coil and belay such High Dutch lingo.
Lord Cran worth said that he did not suppose his learned friends
cared very much whether he concurred with them or not, but he was
entirely of their opinion, and thought that it would be a bad precedent
1o confer a peerage upon a gentleman merely because he possessed an
old house in which one of the British sovereigns had been killed.
Sir Maurice Berkeley said, that if that lubber meant to insinuate
that he who had eat his sovereign’s junk--
The Lord Chancellor must interpose. Eat a junk. Come, come—
they could not swallow that. He had. himself seen a junk in the river
Thames, and though he did not profess to understand nautical matters,
if a man asserted that he could eat such a thing as that, lie, the Chan-
cellor, must reluctantly classify him among those who did not attach
due value to accurate representation of circumstances.
Sir Maurice Berkeley said that the Chancellor was a sea-
lawyer, and he only wished he had had him on board the Thunderer.
What, lie meant to say was, that he had been in the Queen’s service, or
the King’s, which was all the same, leastways different, all his life, and
he should like to hear anybody say he wasn’t loyal. His dear eyes!
Lord Wensleydale had had such a squeak for his own coronet
that he felt natural pity for an unsuccessful claimant. He had not heard
the arguments in the case, but quite concurred with his learned friends.
Sir Maurice Berkeley intimated his irremovable convictioa that
they were all a pack of humbugs, and he should speak to the Queen,
bless her ! on the subject. He then departed, furiously sending a quid
of tobacco into the left eye of the Chancellor, as a valediction.
A Great Improvement on the Old Saying or “Taking Coals
to Newcastle.”—Carrying Milk to Cowes.
A very Consuming Habit.—Nessus’s Shirt.