DOI Heft:
March 29, 1862
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16869#0138
A SPIRIT RAPPING SEANCE!
Mr. Foxer (a Medium). “ Oh dear ! There’s a Spirit named Walker writing on my Arm !
DEATH OE A NONOGENARI AN.
Died, on Wednesday, March 19, at her residence in the Strand,
Mbs. Morning Chronicle. Born in 1769, the deceased has had a
long and a varied career. Her father was the celebrated William
Woodfall. who did ali that a fond parent could do for a child, and
after her alliance with Mr. James Perry, she became a notoriety for
her wit and spirit. Por many years she was connected with many of
the most distinguished politicians of the Liberal side, and her album
boasts the autographs of Lord Brougham, Lord Campbell, Mr.
Thomas Moore, and numerous other illustrious persons. Later in
life, her connections became of a somewhat different kind, and she was
understood to have imbibed some of the then fashionable religious
t enets of what was called Puseyism, but it is due to the shrewd sense of
the departed lady to add that these never led her into absurdities in
connection with secular matters, in which she was always true to her
’ ancient convictions. During this period of her history she lived very
expensively, and took great pleasure in surrounding herself with
younger persons of intellect, whose prospects she forwarded very
materially. With the close of this epoch in her life ended the bright-
ness of her career, and it would have been well for her reputation had
her career itself then terminated. But she became connected with a
lawyer of no great eminence or talents, and her position in society was
materially deteriorated, after which the senile caprices of old age made
her addict herself to a favourite who happened to be a foreigner, and
under whose dictation she did not scruple to avow shameless and un-
English sentiments. Abandoned by her Trench protege, the unfortunate
old lady fell into the hands of the owner of a penny picture-paper, and
it is painful to linger over the later scenes of her lil'e. Her debility
became excessive, and she would delight to tell long and dreary stories
acquired from the journal belonging to her last connection. It was felt
that the end was coming, and this person’s bankruptcy was the final
blow. On Wednesday the poor old lady spoke for the last time. We
are not aware that any persons are placed m mourning by her demise,
but what relics of fortune she may have possessed will probably fall to
M. Starr, Esq., formerly her neighbour, or to D. Tellygraef, Esq.,
of Eleet Street. It would be pleasant could we draw the curtain over
the last part of her life, as we should then have only to biographise her
as of honourable parentage and marriage, and as having acquitted
herself with courage, honour, and intellect, in the difficult relatious of
her life. But her misfortunes were not her faults, and many are Living
who will preserve a respectful recollection of the departed. Her
mortal remains will be interred in Basinghall Street after a post mortem
examination.
PRAISE WHERE LEAST EXPECTED.
The New York Herald has been kind enough to allude to us in terms
that we feel to be almost too complimentary. It talks of our “ shabby
wit, low sarcasm, and serious caricatures.” We hardly know what we
have done to deserve so much kindness, for to be abused by the New
York Herald we consider as the very highest praise that any conscien-
tious journalist, who does not scruple boldly to speak the truth and
expose humbug, can possibly receive in this ungrateful world. We
accept it as the fitting reward of a long life honestly spent. After
having been abused by James Gordon Bennett, Punch feels with
glowing pride that he hasn’t lived in vain ! We could wish for no greater
eulogium than the above abuse to be inscribed on our tombstone. But
only fancy if this Barnard Gregory of the Yankee Press had malig-
nantly presumed to praise us ! What mortal, with any degree of self-
respect, could have survived the humiliation ? What number of cow-
hides could possibly have avenged the burning insult ? May all the
little cherubs that sit up aloft save us from so degrading a calamity !
Extreme Blackness of the Cloth.
The Clergy have been up in a large body to the Lord Chamberlain
to protest against the opening of the theatres during Passion week.
We call this extremely ungrateful on the part of our clergymen, con-
sidering that not one of the London Managers made any fuss about
lending them their theatres to preach in on the Sunday. No one would
think of characterising this clerical movement as emanating from the
Liberal Church.
Mr. Foxer (a Medium). “ Oh dear ! There’s a Spirit named Walker writing on my Arm !
DEATH OE A NONOGENARI AN.
Died, on Wednesday, March 19, at her residence in the Strand,
Mbs. Morning Chronicle. Born in 1769, the deceased has had a
long and a varied career. Her father was the celebrated William
Woodfall. who did ali that a fond parent could do for a child, and
after her alliance with Mr. James Perry, she became a notoriety for
her wit and spirit. Por many years she was connected with many of
the most distinguished politicians of the Liberal side, and her album
boasts the autographs of Lord Brougham, Lord Campbell, Mr.
Thomas Moore, and numerous other illustrious persons. Later in
life, her connections became of a somewhat different kind, and she was
understood to have imbibed some of the then fashionable religious
t enets of what was called Puseyism, but it is due to the shrewd sense of
the departed lady to add that these never led her into absurdities in
connection with secular matters, in which she was always true to her
’ ancient convictions. During this period of her history she lived very
expensively, and took great pleasure in surrounding herself with
younger persons of intellect, whose prospects she forwarded very
materially. With the close of this epoch in her life ended the bright-
ness of her career, and it would have been well for her reputation had
her career itself then terminated. But she became connected with a
lawyer of no great eminence or talents, and her position in society was
materially deteriorated, after which the senile caprices of old age made
her addict herself to a favourite who happened to be a foreigner, and
under whose dictation she did not scruple to avow shameless and un-
English sentiments. Abandoned by her Trench protege, the unfortunate
old lady fell into the hands of the owner of a penny picture-paper, and
it is painful to linger over the later scenes of her lil'e. Her debility
became excessive, and she would delight to tell long and dreary stories
acquired from the journal belonging to her last connection. It was felt
that the end was coming, and this person’s bankruptcy was the final
blow. On Wednesday the poor old lady spoke for the last time. We
are not aware that any persons are placed m mourning by her demise,
but what relics of fortune she may have possessed will probably fall to
M. Starr, Esq., formerly her neighbour, or to D. Tellygraef, Esq.,
of Eleet Street. It would be pleasant could we draw the curtain over
the last part of her life, as we should then have only to biographise her
as of honourable parentage and marriage, and as having acquitted
herself with courage, honour, and intellect, in the difficult relatious of
her life. But her misfortunes were not her faults, and many are Living
who will preserve a respectful recollection of the departed. Her
mortal remains will be interred in Basinghall Street after a post mortem
examination.
PRAISE WHERE LEAST EXPECTED.
The New York Herald has been kind enough to allude to us in terms
that we feel to be almost too complimentary. It talks of our “ shabby
wit, low sarcasm, and serious caricatures.” We hardly know what we
have done to deserve so much kindness, for to be abused by the New
York Herald we consider as the very highest praise that any conscien-
tious journalist, who does not scruple boldly to speak the truth and
expose humbug, can possibly receive in this ungrateful world. We
accept it as the fitting reward of a long life honestly spent. After
having been abused by James Gordon Bennett, Punch feels with
glowing pride that he hasn’t lived in vain ! We could wish for no greater
eulogium than the above abuse to be inscribed on our tombstone. But
only fancy if this Barnard Gregory of the Yankee Press had malig-
nantly presumed to praise us ! What mortal, with any degree of self-
respect, could have survived the humiliation ? What number of cow-
hides could possibly have avenged the burning insult ? May all the
little cherubs that sit up aloft save us from so degrading a calamity !
Extreme Blackness of the Cloth.
The Clergy have been up in a large body to the Lord Chamberlain
to protest against the opening of the theatres during Passion week.
We call this extremely ungrateful on the part of our clergymen, con-
sidering that not one of the London Managers made any fuss about
lending them their theatres to preach in on the Sunday. No one would
think of characterising this clerical movement as emanating from the
Liberal Church.