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July 26, 1862
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[July 26, 1862.
PATENT PULPITS.
“ My dear Punch,
“ Amongst the many beautiful things which the Exhibition contains, I am surprised
that none of the critics should have called the attention of the Public to an exquisitely carved
Pulpit. This remissness on their part is more surprising, because it seems to have been
expressly constructed in order to carry out the views of those gentlemen who write to the
Times about the impropriety of long sermons. Above it is suspended a beautifully formed
extinguisher. Now although the Catalogue does not say so (catalogues are so very meagre
in their descriptions, I hope the next one published will change all that) I feel convinced that
there must be machinery inside, which will cause the extinguisher to fall at the proper
moment; that is to say, when the patience of the congregation is exhausted, although their
ideas of propriety mav compel them to retain their seats.
“ I trust that your insertion of this will ensure the inventor a large number of orders from
metropolitan congregations before he leaves the country.
“ Yours truly, Robert Bushell.”
“BOR PRINCES SHOULD BE FREE.”
The Orleans Princes have left the army of the Northern States, and hare returned to
Europe. For doing this their Royal Highnesses are of course sneered at bv the American
organ here, and are doubtless vilified by its friends of the Northern press. But it is difficult
to understand why the Princes should have remained, or indeed how they could have done so.
They avowedly went out to learn the art of war, and they found their teachers the most
helpless blunderers that ever undertook what they could not perform. Any apprentice is
legally justified in breaking his indentures, if he can show that his master is incompetent to
teach him a business. No European master of war would take into his service a
young person with no better military education than the Princes could procure in America,
and it was due to their own character to leave as soon as they discovered how they had been
swindled out of a premium—the prestige of their names. But in addition to this, the Orleans
Princes are gentlemen, and it must have been odious to them to remain in a service where
the boldest lying instead of the boldest fighting was in demand, and where it was possible
for them to have come under the orders of a ruffian like General Butler, who might have
desired a Count of Paris and a Duke of Chartres to see to the execution of brutal orders
against French and other ladies. We have no desire to see any change in the dynasty of
France, but these Princes have certainly not lessened their claim to the respect of their
countrymen by quitting a service in which, while they were serving, they behaved as became
gallant gentlemen, but irom which they retired as soon as they were completely convinced that
they could study little but blunder, braggadocio, and brutality
Try Again.
Punch is excessively glad that Grand Duchess Constantine and her baby are going on
as well as could be expected. But he does not know why the latter is to be called Waclaw.
The infant’s birth was to be a good omen for Poland, but the name certainly does not set out
such omen. Whacklaw, which must be uncommonly like Clublaw, is what the Poles have
been receiving at Russian hands too long. Eh, Duke P
THE “ TUSCARORA ” AT SOUTH-
AMPTON.
Lo, the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water !
People on the shore a
Marvellin’ what has brought her,
What again has brought her,
There, a fear and wonder,
Loomin’ black as thunder,
Watchful Tuscarora,
In Southampton Water.
Ne’er a Nashville hidin’
Now in yonder basin,
Patiently abidin’,
Arter her to hasten,
Her to hasten arter,
On her cable loosin’,
Fast on her vamoosin’,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
Britishers blasphemin’,
Speakin’ ill consarnin’
Gallant Butler’s screamin’
Eagle-shriek of warnin’.
Warnin’ wife and daughter
From rebellious courses
Tu our valiant forces,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
There she lies at anchor
All the town commandin’,
And it has to thank her
That as yet ’tis standin’,
Standin’ spared from slaughter.
Ruin, devastation,
Wrack, and conflagration.
By the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
There’s the Dauntless nigh her.
There’s the old Boscawen,
Stationary by her
Both of ’em o’erawin’.
Dauntless owns fear taught her,
Taught her, stopped from sheerin'.
Them two frigates skeerin’,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
Ready for the battle -
Soon as peace is broken,
When her guns will rattle
Ef the word is spoken,
Spoken, without quarter,
Ships and town to batter,
Slay, and smash, and scatter,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
Fine Arts Commission.
M. Jules Gerard, the celebrated tueur de lions,
has been commissioned by Mr. Cowper to pro-
ceed to Algeria, and shoot four of the finest lions
he may have the good luck to meet with. They
are then to be placed in the hands of a skilful
taxidermist, and stuffed for the purpose of being-
placed on the vacant pedestals of Trafalgar
Square, until such time as Sir Edwin Land-
seer, the celebrated tueur de temps, or time-
killer, has had. ample opportunities of completing
his leonine studies at the Zoological Gardens.
So long ago is it since these lazy lions were first,
started, that probably Sir Edwin is frightened
from finishing them off by the extraordinary
length of the pause.
An Obstructive Peer on the Thames.—
The Duke of Buccleuch.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[July 26, 1862.
PATENT PULPITS.
“ My dear Punch,
“ Amongst the many beautiful things which the Exhibition contains, I am surprised
that none of the critics should have called the attention of the Public to an exquisitely carved
Pulpit. This remissness on their part is more surprising, because it seems to have been
expressly constructed in order to carry out the views of those gentlemen who write to the
Times about the impropriety of long sermons. Above it is suspended a beautifully formed
extinguisher. Now although the Catalogue does not say so (catalogues are so very meagre
in their descriptions, I hope the next one published will change all that) I feel convinced that
there must be machinery inside, which will cause the extinguisher to fall at the proper
moment; that is to say, when the patience of the congregation is exhausted, although their
ideas of propriety mav compel them to retain their seats.
“ I trust that your insertion of this will ensure the inventor a large number of orders from
metropolitan congregations before he leaves the country.
“ Yours truly, Robert Bushell.”
“BOR PRINCES SHOULD BE FREE.”
The Orleans Princes have left the army of the Northern States, and hare returned to
Europe. For doing this their Royal Highnesses are of course sneered at bv the American
organ here, and are doubtless vilified by its friends of the Northern press. But it is difficult
to understand why the Princes should have remained, or indeed how they could have done so.
They avowedly went out to learn the art of war, and they found their teachers the most
helpless blunderers that ever undertook what they could not perform. Any apprentice is
legally justified in breaking his indentures, if he can show that his master is incompetent to
teach him a business. No European master of war would take into his service a
young person with no better military education than the Princes could procure in America,
and it was due to their own character to leave as soon as they discovered how they had been
swindled out of a premium—the prestige of their names. But in addition to this, the Orleans
Princes are gentlemen, and it must have been odious to them to remain in a service where
the boldest lying instead of the boldest fighting was in demand, and where it was possible
for them to have come under the orders of a ruffian like General Butler, who might have
desired a Count of Paris and a Duke of Chartres to see to the execution of brutal orders
against French and other ladies. We have no desire to see any change in the dynasty of
France, but these Princes have certainly not lessened their claim to the respect of their
countrymen by quitting a service in which, while they were serving, they behaved as became
gallant gentlemen, but irom which they retired as soon as they were completely convinced that
they could study little but blunder, braggadocio, and brutality
Try Again.
Punch is excessively glad that Grand Duchess Constantine and her baby are going on
as well as could be expected. But he does not know why the latter is to be called Waclaw.
The infant’s birth was to be a good omen for Poland, but the name certainly does not set out
such omen. Whacklaw, which must be uncommonly like Clublaw, is what the Poles have
been receiving at Russian hands too long. Eh, Duke P
THE “ TUSCARORA ” AT SOUTH-
AMPTON.
Lo, the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water !
People on the shore a
Marvellin’ what has brought her,
What again has brought her,
There, a fear and wonder,
Loomin’ black as thunder,
Watchful Tuscarora,
In Southampton Water.
Ne’er a Nashville hidin’
Now in yonder basin,
Patiently abidin’,
Arter her to hasten,
Her to hasten arter,
On her cable loosin’,
Fast on her vamoosin’,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
Britishers blasphemin’,
Speakin’ ill consarnin’
Gallant Butler’s screamin’
Eagle-shriek of warnin’.
Warnin’ wife and daughter
From rebellious courses
Tu our valiant forces,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
There she lies at anchor
All the town commandin’,
And it has to thank her
That as yet ’tis standin’,
Standin’ spared from slaughter.
Ruin, devastation,
Wrack, and conflagration.
By the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
There’s the Dauntless nigh her.
There’s the old Boscawen,
Stationary by her
Both of ’em o’erawin’.
Dauntless owns fear taught her,
Taught her, stopped from sheerin'.
Them two frigates skeerin’,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
Ready for the battle -
Soon as peace is broken,
When her guns will rattle
Ef the word is spoken,
Spoken, without quarter,
Ships and town to batter,
Slay, and smash, and scatter,
Lies the Tuscarora
In Southampton Water.
Fine Arts Commission.
M. Jules Gerard, the celebrated tueur de lions,
has been commissioned by Mr. Cowper to pro-
ceed to Algeria, and shoot four of the finest lions
he may have the good luck to meet with. They
are then to be placed in the hands of a skilful
taxidermist, and stuffed for the purpose of being-
placed on the vacant pedestals of Trafalgar
Square, until such time as Sir Edwin Land-
seer, the celebrated tueur de temps, or time-
killer, has had. ample opportunities of completing
his leonine studies at the Zoological Gardens.
So long ago is it since these lazy lions were first,
started, that probably Sir Edwin is frightened
from finishing them off by the extraordinary
length of the pause.
An Obstructive Peer on the Thames.—
The Duke of Buccleuch.
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