DOI issue:
June 15, 1861
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16867#0256
248 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [June 15, 1861.
THE DELHI PRIZE-MONEY.
Maimed Soldier (with a sigh). “ Then, if I come again in Ticelve Months you think you'll he able to
Clerk. “ Tell you when to Call Again, dessay."
THE COMPROMISE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS.
Those of the higher classes whose altitude is exhibited principally
in “riding the high horse,” will be glad to see that, in spite ofthe
unanimous outcries of pedestrian snobs, Mr. Cowper has determined
on re-introducing that noble animal and bis rider into Kensington
Gardens. All, however, who entertain a proper contempt for the
common people, will deplore the weakness which has induced Mr.
Cowper to yield so far to clamour as io change the direction of the
ride. It is now no longer to cross the path of a flower-garden fre-
quented by the despicable walking community, and to run in the form
of a long wide excoriation of bare ground, hedged with hurdles, athwart
the turf of what the wretches consider one of the most picturesque
parts of the Gardens. “ The entrance to the ride,” said the Chief
Commissioner of Works, the other night, “would be under the dry
arch of the bridge which divided Kensington Gardens from Hyde
Park, on the south side.” He also confessed that it “ would not
interfere with the privacy, such as it was, of a great portion of the
Gardens.” These statements may give the superior equestrians too
j much reason to apprehend that the new horse-ride will be somewhat
| out of the people’s way. The select will be disgusted with Mr.
i Cowper for conceding too much to the mob. We may, however, be
| mistaken. The new ride may be so arranged as still to constitute a
considerable eyesore, as the rabble are accustomed to call any kind of
object which, they fancy, spoils their prospect, interposed between it
and their mobility. As if they had any capacity to appreciate a view,
or, having any, as if it could be entitled to the least respect,!
Mr.Cowper professes to have been induced to transfer the Kensington
; horse-ride chiefly by objections “proceeding from certain fond parents
and timid nurse-maids in regard to the clangers to children which
' might result from the want of experience or adroitness on the part of
the equestrians.” This is all very well to say; but the horse-ride
would no doubt have remained where it was, if all the noise that had
been made against it had proceeded from timid nursemaids and fond
parents. A petition signed by some 40,000 people in the habit of
visiting Kensington Gardens, and quietly enjoying themselves there in
their own low way, would, if the present horse-ride should prove a
nuisance in their stupid eyes, too probably again defeat a gentleman-
like attempt to enable the aristocracy of Rotten Row to disport them-
selves in the face, and to the annoyance, of the plebeians who frequent,
Kensington Gardens, and presume to object to the disturbance of their
quietude by the animated spectacle of splendid horsemanship gratui-
tously presented to them by the higher classes.
One who Draws it Beautifully Mild.
An American was asking, “ who was the greatest stump-orator in
England?” when a gentleman, who looked something like an artist,
for he had long hair, and his collar was gracefully thrown back to
display the artistic arrangement of his beard, said, “Taking a ‘stump,’
Sir, as an instrument that is used in drawing, I should say that Sir
Charles Eastlake, Sir, was the greatest ‘stump-orator’ of this, or
any other country. Eor the distribution of light and shade, and the
delicacy of beautiful little touches, as well as for his firmness of tone, I
■am sure that not even in America, Sir, rich as it, is in stump-orators,
is there any one who can possibly come near him.”
A Long Siege, but no Surrender.
Tiie siege of the War-Office for the distribution of the Delhi prize-
money promises to become one of the longest on record, but there doesn’t
appear to be the most distant hope of a surrender. The authorities
endeavour to screen themselves by taking refuge behind Charles
Mathew’s celebrated saying: “Never to do to-day that which you
can conveniently put off till to-morrow.”
Electric Intelligence.—Mr. Reuter now competes with Lloyds’.
All the clerks in his Telegraph Offices are facetiously known as “ Under-
Reuters.” Under-writers, do you see ?
THE DELHI PRIZE-MONEY.
Maimed Soldier (with a sigh). “ Then, if I come again in Ticelve Months you think you'll he able to
Clerk. “ Tell you when to Call Again, dessay."
THE COMPROMISE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS.
Those of the higher classes whose altitude is exhibited principally
in “riding the high horse,” will be glad to see that, in spite ofthe
unanimous outcries of pedestrian snobs, Mr. Cowper has determined
on re-introducing that noble animal and bis rider into Kensington
Gardens. All, however, who entertain a proper contempt for the
common people, will deplore the weakness which has induced Mr.
Cowper to yield so far to clamour as io change the direction of the
ride. It is now no longer to cross the path of a flower-garden fre-
quented by the despicable walking community, and to run in the form
of a long wide excoriation of bare ground, hedged with hurdles, athwart
the turf of what the wretches consider one of the most picturesque
parts of the Gardens. “ The entrance to the ride,” said the Chief
Commissioner of Works, the other night, “would be under the dry
arch of the bridge which divided Kensington Gardens from Hyde
Park, on the south side.” He also confessed that it “ would not
interfere with the privacy, such as it was, of a great portion of the
Gardens.” These statements may give the superior equestrians too
j much reason to apprehend that the new horse-ride will be somewhat
| out of the people’s way. The select will be disgusted with Mr.
i Cowper for conceding too much to the mob. We may, however, be
| mistaken. The new ride may be so arranged as still to constitute a
considerable eyesore, as the rabble are accustomed to call any kind of
object which, they fancy, spoils their prospect, interposed between it
and their mobility. As if they had any capacity to appreciate a view,
or, having any, as if it could be entitled to the least respect,!
Mr.Cowper professes to have been induced to transfer the Kensington
; horse-ride chiefly by objections “proceeding from certain fond parents
and timid nurse-maids in regard to the clangers to children which
' might result from the want of experience or adroitness on the part of
the equestrians.” This is all very well to say; but the horse-ride
would no doubt have remained where it was, if all the noise that had
been made against it had proceeded from timid nursemaids and fond
parents. A petition signed by some 40,000 people in the habit of
visiting Kensington Gardens, and quietly enjoying themselves there in
their own low way, would, if the present horse-ride should prove a
nuisance in their stupid eyes, too probably again defeat a gentleman-
like attempt to enable the aristocracy of Rotten Row to disport them-
selves in the face, and to the annoyance, of the plebeians who frequent,
Kensington Gardens, and presume to object to the disturbance of their
quietude by the animated spectacle of splendid horsemanship gratui-
tously presented to them by the higher classes.
One who Draws it Beautifully Mild.
An American was asking, “ who was the greatest stump-orator in
England?” when a gentleman, who looked something like an artist,
for he had long hair, and his collar was gracefully thrown back to
display the artistic arrangement of his beard, said, “Taking a ‘stump,’
Sir, as an instrument that is used in drawing, I should say that Sir
Charles Eastlake, Sir, was the greatest ‘stump-orator’ of this, or
any other country. Eor the distribution of light and shade, and the
delicacy of beautiful little touches, as well as for his firmness of tone, I
■am sure that not even in America, Sir, rich as it, is in stump-orators,
is there any one who can possibly come near him.”
A Long Siege, but no Surrender.
Tiie siege of the War-Office for the distribution of the Delhi prize-
money promises to become one of the longest on record, but there doesn’t
appear to be the most distant hope of a surrender. The authorities
endeavour to screen themselves by taking refuge behind Charles
Mathew’s celebrated saying: “Never to do to-day that which you
can conveniently put off till to-morrow.”
Electric Intelligence.—Mr. Reuter now competes with Lloyds’.
All the clerks in his Telegraph Offices are facetiously known as “ Under-
Reuters.” Under-writers, do you see ?