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August 24, 1861
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 24, 1861.
WOMAN!
Lines written more in Sorrow than in Anger.
Oh, cease at Woman’s pride to preach,
A truce to Press and mangle.
Say not the star she sighs to reach
Does from a Marquis dangle.
Who deems that Operas may win
The heart, which Worldlings harden,
Must own, like fruit, it ripens in
A Box at Covent Garden.
It may be her ambition dwells
In some cold Settlement,
Where. Truth lies, not in holy wells.
But in dividends and rent.
It may be subtle serpents lurk
Around her at her dear age,
Whispering softly, “ Study Burke
On the sublime old Peerage ! ”
If from her hook escape an Earl,
She hangs her pensive head,
As if—poor, disappointed girl!—
The vital Spark had fled.
Belgravia! mark her deep despair,
She speaks in accents tender,
“ My mother bids me bind my Heir,
And I must not offend her.”
“ Am I not a Mason and a Erother ? ”
According to the Herald's American Correspondent,
this question seems to have been asked, to small pur-
pose, on the race-course of Bull’s Run. A Master
Mason, floored, made “the sign of distress,” but a
brother with a bayonet declined to recognise the intima-
tion, and incontinently dismissed, the other “from
labour to repose.” Probably this would not have
happened under the Presidentship of “the judicious
Tyler.” Brother Bunch would like to know whether the
immunities of the Order of the Gridiron extend to civil
broils ?
FCENUM HABET IN CORNU.
DIVERSIONS OF DRILL.
Candid Comrade. “I tell you what I've been thinking, Buffles, It would be a cagxital
thing to be as Stout as you are in the event of an Invasion. ”
Buffles, who does not appear to see it, asks “ Why ? ”
Candid Comrade. “ Because no Regulation Bayonet could go through you.”
The grand Italian Exhibition about to be held at
Elorence, will comprise, it is officially stated, a show
of Cattle from all parts of the Peninsula. Mr. Punch
wonders whether it will contain a specimen of a mon-
strosity, happily about to become extinct—the Papal
Bull?
TE ARE M'S LAST.
Dog Tearem has once or twice of late been barking in such a key
that his voice has been mistaken for that of a turnspit, or some yet
more ignoble animal of the canine species. Tearem has now and then
been seen very busy with his tongue, apparently licking strange boots.
At least, however, Tearem has dogfuny asserted his breed. On the
occasion of the Archduke Eerdinand-MIaximilian’s late visit to
Southampton, Mr. Roebuck, at the Victoria Assembly Rooms, is
reported to have spoken the following words with reference to the
Emperor or Austria:—
“ I honour that great monarch who, from his high mountain, has seen that there
are things below him worthy of regard, and who has made the people the partici-
pants of his power. I believe the English people thoroughly and entirely appreciate
the value of what the Emperor of Austria has been doing. It has been growing
slowly upon them, and I think that the people of England at this hour believe they
understand what he is doing. He has not attempted to make one party superior to
another; he has not attempted to make one part of his great dominions superior to
another; but he has attempted to give all alike a constitutional government.”
Now, at first sight, or hearing, this specimen of Tearem’s bark,
would convey the erroneous impression that Tearem, instead of being
a staunch rough terrier, was a parlour spaniel. But, on consideration,
it will be seen that in opening lus mouth to pronounce the above quoted
panegyric, Tearem not only barked, but also bit, and that severely.
Tearem’s «ulogy of that “great monarch” to whom he alluded was,
in fact, apiece of biting satire. Tearem knows under whose rule
Venetia groans, and under the scourges of whose hangmen ladies have
bled. Tearem is fully aware of the circumstances under which the
sovereign whom lie ironically slavered, granted a constitutional govern-
ment to his subjects; the circumstances of a thorough defeat just suf-
fered, and the imminent disruption of bis empire. Tearem, attached to
bis own bone, knew what to think of that prince who is trying to take
away the Diet of others. Tearem knew also that he was speaking to
the people of Southampton, whose ears once,. when Andrews was
Mayor, within the memory of boy, resounded with each other’s accla-
mations of Kossuth, whom they were the first to welcome to the shores
of England. They, be was sure, would understand the hyperbole of bis
mock sycophantic bark, and well enough perceive that Tearem was
only pretending to be Lickem, and was really vindicating bis breed and
name by tearing ’em to pieces.
Homage to the Scotch Rifles.
BY A SPITEFUL COMPETITOR.
It seems that the Scots
Turn out much better shots
At long distance, than most of the Englishmen are:
But this we all knew
That a Scotchman could do—
Make a small piece of metal go awfully far.
SOYEZ SAGE—AND ONIONS.
“ If the Tories come in,” says the Journal des Debats, “ we shall
certainly see a Normanby at the Board of Ministers.” At it, dear M.
des Debats ? No, uo. On it, you mean, and this will happen whether
the Tories come in or not, and the date will be Michaelmas.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 24, 1861.
WOMAN!
Lines written more in Sorrow than in Anger.
Oh, cease at Woman’s pride to preach,
A truce to Press and mangle.
Say not the star she sighs to reach
Does from a Marquis dangle.
Who deems that Operas may win
The heart, which Worldlings harden,
Must own, like fruit, it ripens in
A Box at Covent Garden.
It may be her ambition dwells
In some cold Settlement,
Where. Truth lies, not in holy wells.
But in dividends and rent.
It may be subtle serpents lurk
Around her at her dear age,
Whispering softly, “ Study Burke
On the sublime old Peerage ! ”
If from her hook escape an Earl,
She hangs her pensive head,
As if—poor, disappointed girl!—
The vital Spark had fled.
Belgravia! mark her deep despair,
She speaks in accents tender,
“ My mother bids me bind my Heir,
And I must not offend her.”
“ Am I not a Mason and a Erother ? ”
According to the Herald's American Correspondent,
this question seems to have been asked, to small pur-
pose, on the race-course of Bull’s Run. A Master
Mason, floored, made “the sign of distress,” but a
brother with a bayonet declined to recognise the intima-
tion, and incontinently dismissed, the other “from
labour to repose.” Probably this would not have
happened under the Presidentship of “the judicious
Tyler.” Brother Bunch would like to know whether the
immunities of the Order of the Gridiron extend to civil
broils ?
FCENUM HABET IN CORNU.
DIVERSIONS OF DRILL.
Candid Comrade. “I tell you what I've been thinking, Buffles, It would be a cagxital
thing to be as Stout as you are in the event of an Invasion. ”
Buffles, who does not appear to see it, asks “ Why ? ”
Candid Comrade. “ Because no Regulation Bayonet could go through you.”
The grand Italian Exhibition about to be held at
Elorence, will comprise, it is officially stated, a show
of Cattle from all parts of the Peninsula. Mr. Punch
wonders whether it will contain a specimen of a mon-
strosity, happily about to become extinct—the Papal
Bull?
TE ARE M'S LAST.
Dog Tearem has once or twice of late been barking in such a key
that his voice has been mistaken for that of a turnspit, or some yet
more ignoble animal of the canine species. Tearem has now and then
been seen very busy with his tongue, apparently licking strange boots.
At least, however, Tearem has dogfuny asserted his breed. On the
occasion of the Archduke Eerdinand-MIaximilian’s late visit to
Southampton, Mr. Roebuck, at the Victoria Assembly Rooms, is
reported to have spoken the following words with reference to the
Emperor or Austria:—
“ I honour that great monarch who, from his high mountain, has seen that there
are things below him worthy of regard, and who has made the people the partici-
pants of his power. I believe the English people thoroughly and entirely appreciate
the value of what the Emperor of Austria has been doing. It has been growing
slowly upon them, and I think that the people of England at this hour believe they
understand what he is doing. He has not attempted to make one party superior to
another; he has not attempted to make one part of his great dominions superior to
another; but he has attempted to give all alike a constitutional government.”
Now, at first sight, or hearing, this specimen of Tearem’s bark,
would convey the erroneous impression that Tearem, instead of being
a staunch rough terrier, was a parlour spaniel. But, on consideration,
it will be seen that in opening lus mouth to pronounce the above quoted
panegyric, Tearem not only barked, but also bit, and that severely.
Tearem’s «ulogy of that “great monarch” to whom he alluded was,
in fact, apiece of biting satire. Tearem knows under whose rule
Venetia groans, and under the scourges of whose hangmen ladies have
bled. Tearem is fully aware of the circumstances under which the
sovereign whom lie ironically slavered, granted a constitutional govern-
ment to his subjects; the circumstances of a thorough defeat just suf-
fered, and the imminent disruption of bis empire. Tearem, attached to
bis own bone, knew what to think of that prince who is trying to take
away the Diet of others. Tearem knew also that he was speaking to
the people of Southampton, whose ears once,. when Andrews was
Mayor, within the memory of boy, resounded with each other’s accla-
mations of Kossuth, whom they were the first to welcome to the shores
of England. They, be was sure, would understand the hyperbole of bis
mock sycophantic bark, and well enough perceive that Tearem was
only pretending to be Lickem, and was really vindicating bis breed and
name by tearing ’em to pieces.
Homage to the Scotch Rifles.
BY A SPITEFUL COMPETITOR.
It seems that the Scots
Turn out much better shots
At long distance, than most of the Englishmen are:
But this we all knew
That a Scotchman could do—
Make a small piece of metal go awfully far.
SOYEZ SAGE—AND ONIONS.
“ If the Tories come in,” says the Journal des Debats, “ we shall
certainly see a Normanby at the Board of Ministers.” At it, dear M.
des Debats ? No, uo. On it, you mean, and this will happen whether
the Tories come in or not, and the date will be Michaelmas.