DOI issue:
September 14, 1861
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16868#0122
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 14, 1861.
V achting Man. “Well, I always said you were a plucky fellow, Splinter; but really,
new, I did not give you credit-”
Splinter (not displeased). “ How do you mean ? ’’
Yachting Man. “ Why, with your Spars to put out in such a Gale o' Wind as this."
ANCIENT AND MODERN QUACKS.
The Builder says that among the relics of the ancient
Romans who inhabited Uriconium, lately dug up at
Wroxeter, is included “ an advertising medium of one
of their quack doctors.” According to our constructive
contemporary: —
“There is a stamp bearing a Latin inscription to tho follow-
ing effect:—1 The Dialibanum of Tiberius Claudius, the phy-
sician, for all complaints of the eyes, to be used with egg."
The likeness between ancient and modern quackery,
evidenced by the foregoing specimen of an antique
Roman puff, is striking. A hard name, which, stand-
ing alone, might be supposed to have been coined in
the mint of a British patent-medicine-monger, is given
to the specific advertised. It is alleged to be a remedy
for all complaints of the eyes, without exception. The
proprietor styles himself “the physician,” exactly, no
doubt, as our worthy friend Griffiths Jones, now in
trouble on the charge of having forged a will, dubbed
himself doctor, and as other impostors, unfortunately
at large, also pretend to a medical degree, which, it
they have any such tiling, was bought at a disreputable
German University. Then the quack calls himself
Tiberius Claudius. He was of course as much a
member of the family of the Claudii as the fellow
whose vile puffs pollute so many of our contempo-
raries, especially the country papers, is connected with
that which is the oldest in the English Peerage. As of
old, so now, Quack is Quack and Rogue is Rog
self-branded with the same indications of infamy
the world over.
A Gratis Suggestion.
Mu. Punch wonders why in these imitative days
nobody has taken a hint from the queer title of one
remarkable book, “ Why Paul Ferroll killed his Wife.”
Could not a good Adelphi farce be founded on the
inquiry “ Why Paul Bedford killed his Pig.”
A REFORMER WHERE LEAST EXPECTED.
Might we inquire what has become of the Financial
Reform Association ? The only surviving member of it
seems to be the Sultan, for he is apparently the only
person of the present day who is going in seriously
for financial reforms.
ue,
all
Patience is a female virtue, nowhere so conspicuous
as at the dressing-table.
BOSH FROM THE BALTIC.
It is said that the King of Sweden, Charles the Fifteenth, has
been induced by our Elected friend the Pamphleteer of Paris to enter
into an alliance, offensive and defensive, with France. That the King’s
late visit to the Pamphleteer had this object, and that in order to make
things look serene, King Charles ran over to London, and received
the cold shoulder from our Court, which was up to the dodge. That
Lord Palmerston, being somehow compelled to attend a dinner at
the Swedish ambassador’s, at which Rex was present, was “ icy,” and
actually cut the King, who was very nearly pitching into the Constable.
Now, it is permitted to the world to believe as much, or as little as it
likes, of the details of this history, but Mr. Punch is happy to state that
Earl Russell, in order to provide a counterpoise against the new
alliance, and to secure an equivalent friend for England, has concluded
an alliance offensive and defensive, with his Majesty King H. P. W.
Fum, the King of the Cannibal Islands, who has solemnly promised to
eat all the Swedish prisoners we may take in the war, provided we send
a sound. Swedish turnip with each individual, as the King is particular
about his vegetables. Ha! ha! Sweden turn against us, Northmen!
we ’ll have better evidence before we believe that, and in the meantime
we say ha! ha! once more, and pledge “ a Brage-Beaker to the
Swedes.”
Anecdote Quite Fresh from Vienna.
(Per the Trt^te and Qalway line, that- is to be.)
A Courtier was decrying Mr. Roebuck in the presence of the
Emperor of Austria, when the latter indignantly rebuked him by
saying, “No—no—if you love me, love my dog.”
OMINOUS !
“ We have heard (we cannot say what truth is in the rumour) that a
hunt was made last week in the palace of the Vatican, which ended in
the finding of not one single rat ! The hunt was followed high and
low, from the cellars to the garrets, but not one creature of the species
in quest could be discovered. It was, however, ascertained, by ques-
tioning the neighbours, that large numbers of the animals bad been
recently observed hurrying out ot holes at the bottom of the building;
and as most of the emigrants had brought their children with them, it
was surmised that they had no intention of return.
“ There is a proverb about rats being said to leave a falling house;
but whether this saying be verified in the case which we have men-
tioned, we at present wait the opportunity to learn.”—Special Corre-
spondent of “ Le CanardFrench Paper.
All the Difference, by Gum !
Scene—A most elegant shop in Piccadilly.
A Vulgar Customer (evidently). No—no—no—these are not the kind
of envelopes. I tell you I want some adhesive ones.
Aristocratic Shopman (tenderly chiding him). You must excuse me,
Sir. It is an article we do not keep—it is so very seldom called for.
{In a tone of the gentlest correction.) Our customers. Sir, never use,
anything but wax! [Politely shows him to the door.
Proper Precaution.—“The Federal Army is to be uniformed in
blue.” So says the last mail. It is a step in the right direction, an
blue does not run.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 14, 1861.
V achting Man. “Well, I always said you were a plucky fellow, Splinter; but really,
new, I did not give you credit-”
Splinter (not displeased). “ How do you mean ? ’’
Yachting Man. “ Why, with your Spars to put out in such a Gale o' Wind as this."
ANCIENT AND MODERN QUACKS.
The Builder says that among the relics of the ancient
Romans who inhabited Uriconium, lately dug up at
Wroxeter, is included “ an advertising medium of one
of their quack doctors.” According to our constructive
contemporary: —
“There is a stamp bearing a Latin inscription to tho follow-
ing effect:—1 The Dialibanum of Tiberius Claudius, the phy-
sician, for all complaints of the eyes, to be used with egg."
The likeness between ancient and modern quackery,
evidenced by the foregoing specimen of an antique
Roman puff, is striking. A hard name, which, stand-
ing alone, might be supposed to have been coined in
the mint of a British patent-medicine-monger, is given
to the specific advertised. It is alleged to be a remedy
for all complaints of the eyes, without exception. The
proprietor styles himself “the physician,” exactly, no
doubt, as our worthy friend Griffiths Jones, now in
trouble on the charge of having forged a will, dubbed
himself doctor, and as other impostors, unfortunately
at large, also pretend to a medical degree, which, it
they have any such tiling, was bought at a disreputable
German University. Then the quack calls himself
Tiberius Claudius. He was of course as much a
member of the family of the Claudii as the fellow
whose vile puffs pollute so many of our contempo-
raries, especially the country papers, is connected with
that which is the oldest in the English Peerage. As of
old, so now, Quack is Quack and Rogue is Rog
self-branded with the same indications of infamy
the world over.
A Gratis Suggestion.
Mu. Punch wonders why in these imitative days
nobody has taken a hint from the queer title of one
remarkable book, “ Why Paul Ferroll killed his Wife.”
Could not a good Adelphi farce be founded on the
inquiry “ Why Paul Bedford killed his Pig.”
A REFORMER WHERE LEAST EXPECTED.
Might we inquire what has become of the Financial
Reform Association ? The only surviving member of it
seems to be the Sultan, for he is apparently the only
person of the present day who is going in seriously
for financial reforms.
ue,
all
Patience is a female virtue, nowhere so conspicuous
as at the dressing-table.
BOSH FROM THE BALTIC.
It is said that the King of Sweden, Charles the Fifteenth, has
been induced by our Elected friend the Pamphleteer of Paris to enter
into an alliance, offensive and defensive, with France. That the King’s
late visit to the Pamphleteer had this object, and that in order to make
things look serene, King Charles ran over to London, and received
the cold shoulder from our Court, which was up to the dodge. That
Lord Palmerston, being somehow compelled to attend a dinner at
the Swedish ambassador’s, at which Rex was present, was “ icy,” and
actually cut the King, who was very nearly pitching into the Constable.
Now, it is permitted to the world to believe as much, or as little as it
likes, of the details of this history, but Mr. Punch is happy to state that
Earl Russell, in order to provide a counterpoise against the new
alliance, and to secure an equivalent friend for England, has concluded
an alliance offensive and defensive, with his Majesty King H. P. W.
Fum, the King of the Cannibal Islands, who has solemnly promised to
eat all the Swedish prisoners we may take in the war, provided we send
a sound. Swedish turnip with each individual, as the King is particular
about his vegetables. Ha! ha! Sweden turn against us, Northmen!
we ’ll have better evidence before we believe that, and in the meantime
we say ha! ha! once more, and pledge “ a Brage-Beaker to the
Swedes.”
Anecdote Quite Fresh from Vienna.
(Per the Trt^te and Qalway line, that- is to be.)
A Courtier was decrying Mr. Roebuck in the presence of the
Emperor of Austria, when the latter indignantly rebuked him by
saying, “No—no—if you love me, love my dog.”
OMINOUS !
“ We have heard (we cannot say what truth is in the rumour) that a
hunt was made last week in the palace of the Vatican, which ended in
the finding of not one single rat ! The hunt was followed high and
low, from the cellars to the garrets, but not one creature of the species
in quest could be discovered. It was, however, ascertained, by ques-
tioning the neighbours, that large numbers of the animals bad been
recently observed hurrying out ot holes at the bottom of the building;
and as most of the emigrants had brought their children with them, it
was surmised that they had no intention of return.
“ There is a proverb about rats being said to leave a falling house;
but whether this saying be verified in the case which we have men-
tioned, we at present wait the opportunity to learn.”—Special Corre-
spondent of “ Le CanardFrench Paper.
All the Difference, by Gum !
Scene—A most elegant shop in Piccadilly.
A Vulgar Customer (evidently). No—no—no—these are not the kind
of envelopes. I tell you I want some adhesive ones.
Aristocratic Shopman (tenderly chiding him). You must excuse me,
Sir. It is an article we do not keep—it is so very seldom called for.
{In a tone of the gentlest correction.) Our customers. Sir, never use,
anything but wax! [Politely shows him to the door.
Proper Precaution.—“The Federal Army is to be uniformed in
blue.” So says the last mail. It is a step in the right direction, an
blue does not run.