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September 14, 1861
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 14, 1861.
112
A RUSE.
POET CLOSE RAGETH AGAIN.
And so you thought, my noble Swells,
You ’(I done with Poet Close ;
But he’s not done, my haughty ones,
So brown as you suppose.
The Poet’s fire, as you shall see,
N eeds but a little stir.
And up it burns, m glorious scorn
Of your extinguisher.
If mean Lord Pam has used me ill,
My fingers I will snap
At all the rancid rancorousness
Of that effete old chap.
Unless he cuts my fingers off
They still can wield the pen,
And make my name admired and loved
By all deserving men.
What care I for his jaunty laugh,
While I possess the smile
Of one as good again by half.
My noble Lord Carlisle.
He is a Poet like myself.
That’s more than Pam can say.
And very pleasing verse has wrote
In his fastidious way.
I ’d rather have such men as him
To praise my honest rhymes.
Than talking statesmen (?) like old Pam,
(Though lauded in the Times).
Then there’s the noble Lonsdale too,
Who is a real Earl,
And tells the world that he has found
In Poet Close a pearl.
They sign their testimonials free,
And praise my native worth.
And say I am a glory to
The country of my birth.
And if they have not read my works,
’Twas nobler to have signed;
A nobleman ought not to have
A mean suspicious mind.
I’ve had my paltry hundred pounds,
(To stop the same was hard)
And where the flag of England flies
I’m known as England’s Bard.
Nailed like a carrion crow, ’tis said,
I stick, but fools may rail,
No matter, for I’ve had my tin
Paid down upon that nail.
John Close.
An Awkward Selection.
Thts is the Serene Party we (Charlotte and I) made out of a Sofa Pillow and Hearth-broom, (be.,
whose obstinate apathy so disgusted all the Organ-Grinders the first day of our trip to Spraymouth
{we taking a little drive out the while), that they shied Prospect Place for the rest of our month.
a Dog with Two Tales.
Mr. Roebuck has shown himself very properly proud of Mr. Punch’s notice of him in a
Cartoon, but asked in a Sheffield speech, “ how the Emperor of Austria could be said to
have run away with Tearem, when he, Tearem, was there, before his friends.” We have
heard more brilliant epigrams, in the way of retort, but it is no disgrace to a bigger man than
i)0H? .TI1TJ;R to be utterly crushed and quelled by an avalanche Lorn the hand of Punch.
ierhaps it was a big stone to throw at a little dog, but he was making such a blessed noise
that we took the first that came to hand. He ’ll be quiet enough, now.
The I-alm ,0:F Columbia.”—Has no one the generosity to send over to America a
bottle of this celebra ted mixture ? for we are sure that Columbia, after her recent reverses,
must need a Balm of some sort to heal her wounded feelings.
A New journal is announced under the title
of The Queen. The godfathers were bunglers,
and the name is against the success of the
publication. A little harmless cheating the
Government (especially in the matter of recti-
fying Income-Tax) may be overlooked, but who,
save a disloyal wretch, would think of taking in
the Queen ? _
[Advertisement.]
Removing from Over the Way.
l/TESSRS. DERBY, DIZZIE & Co. respectfully
IVJL announce to their friends and the public, that they (
are in negotiation for the Reform business so long con-
ducted by the late John Russell & Co., and that early !
in the season they hope to he able to offer a variety of
novelties hitherto unattainable except upon unreasonable !
terms. Further particulars will be announced. Several !
good Touts wanted.
[September 14, 1861.
112
A RUSE.
POET CLOSE RAGETH AGAIN.
And so you thought, my noble Swells,
You ’(I done with Poet Close ;
But he’s not done, my haughty ones,
So brown as you suppose.
The Poet’s fire, as you shall see,
N eeds but a little stir.
And up it burns, m glorious scorn
Of your extinguisher.
If mean Lord Pam has used me ill,
My fingers I will snap
At all the rancid rancorousness
Of that effete old chap.
Unless he cuts my fingers off
They still can wield the pen,
And make my name admired and loved
By all deserving men.
What care I for his jaunty laugh,
While I possess the smile
Of one as good again by half.
My noble Lord Carlisle.
He is a Poet like myself.
That’s more than Pam can say.
And very pleasing verse has wrote
In his fastidious way.
I ’d rather have such men as him
To praise my honest rhymes.
Than talking statesmen (?) like old Pam,
(Though lauded in the Times).
Then there’s the noble Lonsdale too,
Who is a real Earl,
And tells the world that he has found
In Poet Close a pearl.
They sign their testimonials free,
And praise my native worth.
And say I am a glory to
The country of my birth.
And if they have not read my works,
’Twas nobler to have signed;
A nobleman ought not to have
A mean suspicious mind.
I’ve had my paltry hundred pounds,
(To stop the same was hard)
And where the flag of England flies
I’m known as England’s Bard.
Nailed like a carrion crow, ’tis said,
I stick, but fools may rail,
No matter, for I’ve had my tin
Paid down upon that nail.
John Close.
An Awkward Selection.
Thts is the Serene Party we (Charlotte and I) made out of a Sofa Pillow and Hearth-broom, (be.,
whose obstinate apathy so disgusted all the Organ-Grinders the first day of our trip to Spraymouth
{we taking a little drive out the while), that they shied Prospect Place for the rest of our month.
a Dog with Two Tales.
Mr. Roebuck has shown himself very properly proud of Mr. Punch’s notice of him in a
Cartoon, but asked in a Sheffield speech, “ how the Emperor of Austria could be said to
have run away with Tearem, when he, Tearem, was there, before his friends.” We have
heard more brilliant epigrams, in the way of retort, but it is no disgrace to a bigger man than
i)0H? .TI1TJ;R to be utterly crushed and quelled by an avalanche Lorn the hand of Punch.
ierhaps it was a big stone to throw at a little dog, but he was making such a blessed noise
that we took the first that came to hand. He ’ll be quiet enough, now.
The I-alm ,0:F Columbia.”—Has no one the generosity to send over to America a
bottle of this celebra ted mixture ? for we are sure that Columbia, after her recent reverses,
must need a Balm of some sort to heal her wounded feelings.
A New journal is announced under the title
of The Queen. The godfathers were bunglers,
and the name is against the success of the
publication. A little harmless cheating the
Government (especially in the matter of recti-
fying Income-Tax) may be overlooked, but who,
save a disloyal wretch, would think of taking in
the Queen ? _
[Advertisement.]
Removing from Over the Way.
l/TESSRS. DERBY, DIZZIE & Co. respectfully
IVJL announce to their friends and the public, that they (
are in negotiation for the Reform business so long con-
ducted by the late John Russell & Co., and that early !
in the season they hope to he able to offer a variety of
novelties hitherto unattainable except upon unreasonable !
terms. Further particulars will be announced. Several !
good Touts wanted.