DOI Heft:
April 26, 1862
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16869#0171
April 26, 1862.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
163
A TRIFLING CHRONOLOGICAL ERROR
Our Veteran mistakes one of the new Iron-plated Frigates /or Noah's Ark, by Jingo J
VIVAT KEGINA!
On Maundy Thursday
among the customary
Royalcharities distributed
at Whitehall, there was a
number of white purses,
each white purse contain-
ing the “Maundy coin,”
namely, fourpenny, three-
penny, twopenny, and
penny pieces in silver,
amounting together to
forty-three pence, the age
of Her Most Gracious
Majesty the Queen. We
wish we may live to record
a distribution of these
purses some years hence,
and then be enabled to
state that each of them
contained eight-and-four-
pence.
A Peace Preserver.
We understand that
the Peace Society has or-
ganised a subscription for
the purpose of having a
monster iron vessel with
several cupolas constructed j
by Captain Coles, then-
intention being to present I
it to Government with a l
request that it may be
stationed at Spithead, and
be called the John Bright
[floating Battery.
“ LET GLASGOW FLOURISH.”
Glasgow, we believe, claims to be considered the capital of Scotland,
vice Edinburgh. Glasgow rests its claim to the honour, we are further
given to understand, upon its enormous population, its well-kept
Cathedral, its splendid supply of water from Loch Katrine, the awfully
tall stalk of a chemist’s works, an erection which is either 400 or 4000
feet high, and the most wickedly tempting Luncheon House in which
a man ever spoiled his dinner. These are not bad claims to the position
demanded, and as we—in common with the world—like to heap wealth
upon the rich, we will suggest another basis on which Glasgow may
rest its claim. It seems to have an appreciation for something better
than mere trade, though that is a good thing too. We perceive by the
Glasgow Herald that there has been a large gathering, headed by one
of the Members for the city, to do honour to an individual, and to pre-
sent him with his Bust. Of course this individual was the Duke oe
Braemore, or the Marquis op Mossgiel, or Sir Duncan Macspleu-
chan, or The Toddle of Toddie. No such thing. Then it was some
highly opulent gentleman of private renown. It was Bailie Bawbee
or Councillor Haddock or Sheriff Sawlie. Again no such thing.
Then it was a thunderous Minister of the Kirk, or a U.P. celebrity, the
Rev. David M‘Calvin, or the Rev. Goliah M'Sabbath. Again
wrong. The party to whom honour was done in this way, a way
usually reserved m Scotland, and in that part of the kingdom of
Scotland called England, for Swells by birth or by accumulation, was
simply a Painter. Yes, just that. An Artist-body, Daniel Macnee,
of the Royal Scottish Academy. There seems to have been much sound
sense talked by the speakers, but had their orations been far worse
than they were, the lact, that in a commercial metropolis, the chief
men of the synagogue are moved to assemble to do honour to a Mere
Artist, would have been eloquent enough. But that it may be seen
that Glasgow is quite in earnest in its art enthusiasm, and that this is
no mere sentimental spurt in favour of a friend, here is a bit from the
speech of the excellent and accomplished Sheriff Bell : —
“ When I look abroad at the present state of art in this country, I find that what
is commonly talked of as the English school, and it is a very eminent school, should
with great truth and accuracy of language be called the Scottish school—(hear, hear)
i —because I find that in every department of art the most eminent artists belong to
this country. (Applause.) When I visit the exhibition of the Royal Academy in
London, and look round its walls for the most beautiful and interesting portraits
I find that they are painted by Sib Jno. Watson Gordon, the President of the
Royal Scottish Academy, by Francis Grant, by Graham Gilbbrt, by Macnee, by
Swinton, and by other eminent Scotchmen. (Cheers.) When I look for the most
beautiful and interesting figure portraits, I find none more entitled to admiration
than those that have been painted by Faed, by Millais, by Philip, by Noel Paton,
by Geo. Harvev, and by Lauder. (Applause.) When I look to the landscapes, I
see no landscape more inspired with poetical beauty, more full of everything that
delights the eye in landscape than the landscapes of Horatio Maccdlloch—(cheers)
—and I often find by his side, at least not far from him, what I may call the archi-
tectural landscapes of another great and most eminent Scotchman, and an old friend
of Macnee’s, David Roberts.”
We are not going to quarrel with any part of this statement (Mr.
Millais, we believe, is from that part of Scotland called Jersey), but
upon consideration, it 'appears to us that perhaps Glasgow is going to
put in a claim to be the capital of England. In that case we beg to
make terms at once—anything is better than fighting. We will com-
romise, and surrender Edinburgh to Saint Mungo, conditionally on
eing allowed to hold our own. But, meantime, Mr. Punch rejoiceth
to see so wholesome a state of feeling in Glasgow, and regards Mr.
Ewing’s bust of Mr. Daniel Macnee as a memorial not only of an
admirable artist, but of honour paid to Art.
PROMOTION WELL EARNED.
Considering what a rich reward may be obtained by acting tolerably
well on the stage, we wonder to see what a comparatively poor recom-
pense usually awaits a performer of great excellence in actual life. We
suppose, however, that some good thing is in store for the meritorious
officer named in the subjoined extract from the Army and Navy
Gazette ■■—
“ We are gratified to find that it is the intention ofthe Government to recommend
Captain Brown, the Registrar-General of Seamen to the Queen, for some mark of
her Gracious Majesty’s approbation for the distinguished services he has rendered
to the country in connection with that admirably working institution, the Royal
Naval Reserve.”
Commodore Brown’s exertions, literary and professional, have raised
him to the eminence which he now occupies, and we rejoiced to hear
that he was about to occupy one a peg higher. The honour which
has been conferred upon Captain Brown, will, we trust, be attended
with a slice of that solid pudding without which empty praise, or
distinction equally empty, is as worthless as the paper of the United
States.
A Sequitur.—Jack ought to revive his pig-tail, now he is to go the
whole Hog-in-armour.
163
A TRIFLING CHRONOLOGICAL ERROR
Our Veteran mistakes one of the new Iron-plated Frigates /or Noah's Ark, by Jingo J
VIVAT KEGINA!
On Maundy Thursday
among the customary
Royalcharities distributed
at Whitehall, there was a
number of white purses,
each white purse contain-
ing the “Maundy coin,”
namely, fourpenny, three-
penny, twopenny, and
penny pieces in silver,
amounting together to
forty-three pence, the age
of Her Most Gracious
Majesty the Queen. We
wish we may live to record
a distribution of these
purses some years hence,
and then be enabled to
state that each of them
contained eight-and-four-
pence.
A Peace Preserver.
We understand that
the Peace Society has or-
ganised a subscription for
the purpose of having a
monster iron vessel with
several cupolas constructed j
by Captain Coles, then-
intention being to present I
it to Government with a l
request that it may be
stationed at Spithead, and
be called the John Bright
[floating Battery.
“ LET GLASGOW FLOURISH.”
Glasgow, we believe, claims to be considered the capital of Scotland,
vice Edinburgh. Glasgow rests its claim to the honour, we are further
given to understand, upon its enormous population, its well-kept
Cathedral, its splendid supply of water from Loch Katrine, the awfully
tall stalk of a chemist’s works, an erection which is either 400 or 4000
feet high, and the most wickedly tempting Luncheon House in which
a man ever spoiled his dinner. These are not bad claims to the position
demanded, and as we—in common with the world—like to heap wealth
upon the rich, we will suggest another basis on which Glasgow may
rest its claim. It seems to have an appreciation for something better
than mere trade, though that is a good thing too. We perceive by the
Glasgow Herald that there has been a large gathering, headed by one
of the Members for the city, to do honour to an individual, and to pre-
sent him with his Bust. Of course this individual was the Duke oe
Braemore, or the Marquis op Mossgiel, or Sir Duncan Macspleu-
chan, or The Toddle of Toddie. No such thing. Then it was some
highly opulent gentleman of private renown. It was Bailie Bawbee
or Councillor Haddock or Sheriff Sawlie. Again no such thing.
Then it was a thunderous Minister of the Kirk, or a U.P. celebrity, the
Rev. David M‘Calvin, or the Rev. Goliah M'Sabbath. Again
wrong. The party to whom honour was done in this way, a way
usually reserved m Scotland, and in that part of the kingdom of
Scotland called England, for Swells by birth or by accumulation, was
simply a Painter. Yes, just that. An Artist-body, Daniel Macnee,
of the Royal Scottish Academy. There seems to have been much sound
sense talked by the speakers, but had their orations been far worse
than they were, the lact, that in a commercial metropolis, the chief
men of the synagogue are moved to assemble to do honour to a Mere
Artist, would have been eloquent enough. But that it may be seen
that Glasgow is quite in earnest in its art enthusiasm, and that this is
no mere sentimental spurt in favour of a friend, here is a bit from the
speech of the excellent and accomplished Sheriff Bell : —
“ When I look abroad at the present state of art in this country, I find that what
is commonly talked of as the English school, and it is a very eminent school, should
with great truth and accuracy of language be called the Scottish school—(hear, hear)
i —because I find that in every department of art the most eminent artists belong to
this country. (Applause.) When I visit the exhibition of the Royal Academy in
London, and look round its walls for the most beautiful and interesting portraits
I find that they are painted by Sib Jno. Watson Gordon, the President of the
Royal Scottish Academy, by Francis Grant, by Graham Gilbbrt, by Macnee, by
Swinton, and by other eminent Scotchmen. (Cheers.) When I look for the most
beautiful and interesting figure portraits, I find none more entitled to admiration
than those that have been painted by Faed, by Millais, by Philip, by Noel Paton,
by Geo. Harvev, and by Lauder. (Applause.) When I look to the landscapes, I
see no landscape more inspired with poetical beauty, more full of everything that
delights the eye in landscape than the landscapes of Horatio Maccdlloch—(cheers)
—and I often find by his side, at least not far from him, what I may call the archi-
tectural landscapes of another great and most eminent Scotchman, and an old friend
of Macnee’s, David Roberts.”
We are not going to quarrel with any part of this statement (Mr.
Millais, we believe, is from that part of Scotland called Jersey), but
upon consideration, it 'appears to us that perhaps Glasgow is going to
put in a claim to be the capital of England. In that case we beg to
make terms at once—anything is better than fighting. We will com-
romise, and surrender Edinburgh to Saint Mungo, conditionally on
eing allowed to hold our own. But, meantime, Mr. Punch rejoiceth
to see so wholesome a state of feeling in Glasgow, and regards Mr.
Ewing’s bust of Mr. Daniel Macnee as a memorial not only of an
admirable artist, but of honour paid to Art.
PROMOTION WELL EARNED.
Considering what a rich reward may be obtained by acting tolerably
well on the stage, we wonder to see what a comparatively poor recom-
pense usually awaits a performer of great excellence in actual life. We
suppose, however, that some good thing is in store for the meritorious
officer named in the subjoined extract from the Army and Navy
Gazette ■■—
“ We are gratified to find that it is the intention ofthe Government to recommend
Captain Brown, the Registrar-General of Seamen to the Queen, for some mark of
her Gracious Majesty’s approbation for the distinguished services he has rendered
to the country in connection with that admirably working institution, the Royal
Naval Reserve.”
Commodore Brown’s exertions, literary and professional, have raised
him to the eminence which he now occupies, and we rejoiced to hear
that he was about to occupy one a peg higher. The honour which
has been conferred upon Captain Brown, will, we trust, be attended
with a slice of that solid pudding without which empty praise, or
distinction equally empty, is as worthless as the paper of the United
States.
A Sequitur.—Jack ought to revive his pig-tail, now he is to go the
whole Hog-in-armour.