January 18, 1862.1
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
21
ARTFUL!
Dodge, of Little Sperks, showing how Parties below the Middle Height, by the me of Miniature BaHcgrovnd Fumitwre, may gain a more
Imposing Stature in the Carte de Visite.
THE YAHOOS OF THE YANKEE PRESS.
The ridiculous want of conscientiousness, consistency, and shame,
evinced by the American Press in discussing the Trent affair has
led the Times to the conclusion that the articles in certain Yankee
journals most remarkable for deficiency in morality, modesty, and logic,
are. the work of other than American hands; of hands such as those
which may be conceived to have registered the autobiography of Harry
Lyndon ; hands which appear to have exchanged the shillelagh for the
pen. That this view is partially, at least, correct, nobody can doubt
who considers the subjoined extract from that highly respectable family
newspaper, the New York Herald:—
“ There are five millions of Irish ready to throw off the British yoke, and to aid
the American republic when she gives the signal for the retribution of British
wrongs, never to be forgiven till they are redressed and avenged.”
The wrongs described as never to be forgiven till they are avenged
can possibly have been so described by nobody but a frantic Irishman.
Any other savage, the stupidest in the world, would have known that a
wrong could not be avenged first and forgiven afterwards. The passage
above quoted is as genuine a specimen of a Bull as ever was exhibited
by an Irish Member in the House of Commons. It is a purely Irish
bull, not Americanised in the least; a bull without a cross of the buffalo.
It proclaims the nationality of its author as plainly as it could if he had
uttered it, by word of mouth, in the richest brogue. It denotes him to
be an Irishman of a peculiar class ; one which exists, and is more or
less numerous in every nation, but is much less numerous in Ireland now
than it was before its numbers had been greatly reduced by emigration
to the United States. This particularly mad bull, and all the other
characteristic effusions of Irish malignity which render the Federal
papers ludicrous, can only be regarded—or disregarded—as the utter-
ances of Irish blackguards.
However, we must recollect that it was a genuine American states-
man who in haranguing on the fisheries question some years ago,
assigned, as one reason why his countrymen should persist in poaching
in our waters, the circumstance that “ they were very valuable.” That
paralysis or absence of the moral sense, which is so diverting when
exhibited by a Clown in a pantomime, is a complaint or a defect at least
as prevalent among native Yankees as it is among the reinforcements
which the American populace derives from the refuse of Ireland.
Would that the complaint may be always curable without bleeding !
MAGIC SAILORS.
We have for some weeks past been haunted by a certain “ Magic
Sailor,” who has stared us m the face in almost every newspaper,, and
even nas been present to us in our own fly-leaf. He is said therein to
be “ a cbaracteristic figure, which dances, keeping time to music”
(and that’s more than some young swells do) “creating roars of
laughter, defying detection; ” and another of his good qualities is, that
he “ can be sent post free for eighteen stamps.” But for this latter
statement we might have thought this Magic Sailor formed one of
those belonging to our Naval Reserve; for this body really seems to
have sprung up by magic, so. suddenly and swiftly has it grown to a
great force. It “ defies detection,” too, of any want of loyalty, as has
been shown by the alacrity with which it. has stepped forward, and has
made the Government an offer of its services, whenever there be need
to call them forth. Indeed this insult to our flag has flown like magic
through our fleet, and there is no doubt that at any time, should it
be repeated, our sailors one and all will act as Magic Sailors, and,
as though touched by wizard’s wand, will do whatever bidding may be
needful for our honour, as well as for their own.
After-Dinner Playfulness.
Innocent Wife. How very beautiful those American apples are!
What a lovely complexion they have to be sure ! Do you know what
part of America they come from ?
Wag of a Husband. Annapolis, dear.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
21
ARTFUL!
Dodge, of Little Sperks, showing how Parties below the Middle Height, by the me of Miniature BaHcgrovnd Fumitwre, may gain a more
Imposing Stature in the Carte de Visite.
THE YAHOOS OF THE YANKEE PRESS.
The ridiculous want of conscientiousness, consistency, and shame,
evinced by the American Press in discussing the Trent affair has
led the Times to the conclusion that the articles in certain Yankee
journals most remarkable for deficiency in morality, modesty, and logic,
are. the work of other than American hands; of hands such as those
which may be conceived to have registered the autobiography of Harry
Lyndon ; hands which appear to have exchanged the shillelagh for the
pen. That this view is partially, at least, correct, nobody can doubt
who considers the subjoined extract from that highly respectable family
newspaper, the New York Herald:—
“ There are five millions of Irish ready to throw off the British yoke, and to aid
the American republic when she gives the signal for the retribution of British
wrongs, never to be forgiven till they are redressed and avenged.”
The wrongs described as never to be forgiven till they are avenged
can possibly have been so described by nobody but a frantic Irishman.
Any other savage, the stupidest in the world, would have known that a
wrong could not be avenged first and forgiven afterwards. The passage
above quoted is as genuine a specimen of a Bull as ever was exhibited
by an Irish Member in the House of Commons. It is a purely Irish
bull, not Americanised in the least; a bull without a cross of the buffalo.
It proclaims the nationality of its author as plainly as it could if he had
uttered it, by word of mouth, in the richest brogue. It denotes him to
be an Irishman of a peculiar class ; one which exists, and is more or
less numerous in every nation, but is much less numerous in Ireland now
than it was before its numbers had been greatly reduced by emigration
to the United States. This particularly mad bull, and all the other
characteristic effusions of Irish malignity which render the Federal
papers ludicrous, can only be regarded—or disregarded—as the utter-
ances of Irish blackguards.
However, we must recollect that it was a genuine American states-
man who in haranguing on the fisheries question some years ago,
assigned, as one reason why his countrymen should persist in poaching
in our waters, the circumstance that “ they were very valuable.” That
paralysis or absence of the moral sense, which is so diverting when
exhibited by a Clown in a pantomime, is a complaint or a defect at least
as prevalent among native Yankees as it is among the reinforcements
which the American populace derives from the refuse of Ireland.
Would that the complaint may be always curable without bleeding !
MAGIC SAILORS.
We have for some weeks past been haunted by a certain “ Magic
Sailor,” who has stared us m the face in almost every newspaper,, and
even nas been present to us in our own fly-leaf. He is said therein to
be “ a cbaracteristic figure, which dances, keeping time to music”
(and that’s more than some young swells do) “creating roars of
laughter, defying detection; ” and another of his good qualities is, that
he “ can be sent post free for eighteen stamps.” But for this latter
statement we might have thought this Magic Sailor formed one of
those belonging to our Naval Reserve; for this body really seems to
have sprung up by magic, so. suddenly and swiftly has it grown to a
great force. It “ defies detection,” too, of any want of loyalty, as has
been shown by the alacrity with which it. has stepped forward, and has
made the Government an offer of its services, whenever there be need
to call them forth. Indeed this insult to our flag has flown like magic
through our fleet, and there is no doubt that at any time, should it
be repeated, our sailors one and all will act as Magic Sailors, and,
as though touched by wizard’s wand, will do whatever bidding may be
needful for our honour, as well as for their own.
After-Dinner Playfulness.
Innocent Wife. How very beautiful those American apples are!
What a lovely complexion they have to be sure ! Do you know what
part of America they come from ?
Wag of a Husband. Annapolis, dear.