DOI issue:
August 2, 1862
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16870#0058
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[August 2, 1862.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Enraged Tradesman (knocked up at 3 a.m.) “ What do you mean, Sir, by making
this disturbance at this time o' night; breaking peoples' night’s rest f”
Inebriated Wanderer. "■Hush—oh!—You’ve got a bitet Shtrike him hard.
Mag—nifshntfish, shever-I-shee—’pon my word an honour!”
YANKEEDOM TO ENGLAND.
Wi-iat hez England done to rile us
That we air so mad with your
Don’t you want to reconcile us ?
You’ve doue all you dared to du.
Jist to resky from starvation
Them there weavers out o’ feed,
You wouid try on mediation,
Ef you thought it would succeed.
Them Confederates in rebellin’
You’d encouridge if you dust.
Hearts with pent-up malice swellin’
In your buzzums, fit to bust.
We hev given you cause to hate us,
Ruinin’ your cotton trade,
You must cuss and execrate us,
Tu attack us though afraid.
We hev scorned you, snubbed you, done you,
Hindered you and helped your foes,
Put the wust affronts upon you.
All but pulled you by the nose,
Tu embrile you in a quarrel,
Given you next to actual kicks.
Served you with a wuss than Morrill
Tariff in your present fix.
Wal, in course it stands to reason.
Which the feelins carn’t suppress.
You must side with Southern treason.
If but wishin it success ;
Writhin’ like a alligator.
Trod on by a giant’s heel.
It is only human natur’
Like that air for you to feel.
’Tis because you can’t but cherish
Spite agin us in your breast.
And must pray that we may perish,
That we loathe you and detest.
’Tis our inborn disposition
Them we injures to abhor,
Tu rejoice in their perdition,
By a famine, plague, or war.
Guess we’ve one great consolation
On our war your famine hangs.
So we raves with exultation
When on hunger’s bitter pangs,
Your onhappy paupers bitin’.
Our luxurious fancy gloats,
Whilst we still goes on a fightin’
Cuttin’ one another’s throats.
HOPE DEEERRED.
We read that:—
“ The Correspondencia Autografa of to-day says :—‘ It is not impossible that, under
certain conditions, and at a time not yet fixed, Spain might recognise the Kingdom
of Italy. ”
The late Sir Robert Peel was thought to have removed a pledge
of support to the remotest distance possible when he replied to a Par-
liamentary agitator, “ that if at some future time the honourable gen-
tleman should ask leave to bring forward this proposition under entirely
different conditions, and in a diametrically opposite way, he, Sir
Robert, was not prepared to say that he would undertake to meet it
with a distinct negative.” The Spanish Minister must have been
studying in the school of Sir Robert Peel. Punch hopes—and in
some sort believes—that the Kingdom of Italy can afford to wait.
The Two Nations.
England. i Ireland.
“ The accused (of murder) was “ The witness, under cross-exa-
then removed, and on his way to mination, said that hetooklhe name
the van that was in waiting to con- of Ross, who was a murderer, in
vey him to the cells, was assailed order that he might receive kind
by cries of execration from the treatment and friendship from the
people assembled round the door people. Also that many ‘decent’
of exit from the Court.” people m the country were fond of
j murderers.”
From adjoining columns in the Times, July 26, 1862.
GROUSE AND GENTLEMEN.
Touching the Grouse, the Edinburgh Courant says:—
“ The old birds are very numerous this season, although the young coveys do not
number so many, nor are they so active as last year.”
A fast young lady of our acquaintance says exactly the same thing
about the Parties sne goes to, though we have repeatedly told her that
we will not have her call respectable middle-aged bachelors by the name
of old birds, and that it is very naughty to talk of swells as youn
covies. As for want of activity, we are glad of it—because if a youn
covey minds his Yolunteer drill, he will not care for more than twenty-
six or twenty-seven waltzes afterwards, and now she knows our opinion
of her and her sentiments.
An American Euphemism.
In Yankee language what a great improvement
On “ a Stampede ” is a “ Strategic Movement; ”
A movement, pell-mell, to the right about:
In simple English, what we call a rout.
Wilkie and a Great Liberty.
Mr. Whistler paints a picture of a woman in a white dress, and the
Exhibitors, clutching at a popular title, call the work 11 The Woman in
White.” Then the critics say that she does ne t, illustrate the novel of
that name, and Mr. Whistler answers that he never meant to do so,
and simply intended to paint a woman in a white dress. We think the
Exhibitors owe Mr. Wilkie Collins amends, and ought to call the
picture “ No Name.”
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[August 2, 1862.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Enraged Tradesman (knocked up at 3 a.m.) “ What do you mean, Sir, by making
this disturbance at this time o' night; breaking peoples' night’s rest f”
Inebriated Wanderer. "■Hush—oh!—You’ve got a bitet Shtrike him hard.
Mag—nifshntfish, shever-I-shee—’pon my word an honour!”
YANKEEDOM TO ENGLAND.
Wi-iat hez England done to rile us
That we air so mad with your
Don’t you want to reconcile us ?
You’ve doue all you dared to du.
Jist to resky from starvation
Them there weavers out o’ feed,
You wouid try on mediation,
Ef you thought it would succeed.
Them Confederates in rebellin’
You’d encouridge if you dust.
Hearts with pent-up malice swellin’
In your buzzums, fit to bust.
We hev given you cause to hate us,
Ruinin’ your cotton trade,
You must cuss and execrate us,
Tu attack us though afraid.
We hev scorned you, snubbed you, done you,
Hindered you and helped your foes,
Put the wust affronts upon you.
All but pulled you by the nose,
Tu embrile you in a quarrel,
Given you next to actual kicks.
Served you with a wuss than Morrill
Tariff in your present fix.
Wal, in course it stands to reason.
Which the feelins carn’t suppress.
You must side with Southern treason.
If but wishin it success ;
Writhin’ like a alligator.
Trod on by a giant’s heel.
It is only human natur’
Like that air for you to feel.
’Tis because you can’t but cherish
Spite agin us in your breast.
And must pray that we may perish,
That we loathe you and detest.
’Tis our inborn disposition
Them we injures to abhor,
Tu rejoice in their perdition,
By a famine, plague, or war.
Guess we’ve one great consolation
On our war your famine hangs.
So we raves with exultation
When on hunger’s bitter pangs,
Your onhappy paupers bitin’.
Our luxurious fancy gloats,
Whilst we still goes on a fightin’
Cuttin’ one another’s throats.
HOPE DEEERRED.
We read that:—
“ The Correspondencia Autografa of to-day says :—‘ It is not impossible that, under
certain conditions, and at a time not yet fixed, Spain might recognise the Kingdom
of Italy. ”
The late Sir Robert Peel was thought to have removed a pledge
of support to the remotest distance possible when he replied to a Par-
liamentary agitator, “ that if at some future time the honourable gen-
tleman should ask leave to bring forward this proposition under entirely
different conditions, and in a diametrically opposite way, he, Sir
Robert, was not prepared to say that he would undertake to meet it
with a distinct negative.” The Spanish Minister must have been
studying in the school of Sir Robert Peel. Punch hopes—and in
some sort believes—that the Kingdom of Italy can afford to wait.
The Two Nations.
England. i Ireland.
“ The accused (of murder) was “ The witness, under cross-exa-
then removed, and on his way to mination, said that hetooklhe name
the van that was in waiting to con- of Ross, who was a murderer, in
vey him to the cells, was assailed order that he might receive kind
by cries of execration from the treatment and friendship from the
people assembled round the door people. Also that many ‘decent’
of exit from the Court.” people m the country were fond of
j murderers.”
From adjoining columns in the Times, July 26, 1862.
GROUSE AND GENTLEMEN.
Touching the Grouse, the Edinburgh Courant says:—
“ The old birds are very numerous this season, although the young coveys do not
number so many, nor are they so active as last year.”
A fast young lady of our acquaintance says exactly the same thing
about the Parties sne goes to, though we have repeatedly told her that
we will not have her call respectable middle-aged bachelors by the name
of old birds, and that it is very naughty to talk of swells as youn
covies. As for want of activity, we are glad of it—because if a youn
covey minds his Yolunteer drill, he will not care for more than twenty-
six or twenty-seven waltzes afterwards, and now she knows our opinion
of her and her sentiments.
An American Euphemism.
In Yankee language what a great improvement
On “ a Stampede ” is a “ Strategic Movement; ”
A movement, pell-mell, to the right about:
In simple English, what we call a rout.
Wilkie and a Great Liberty.
Mr. Whistler paints a picture of a woman in a white dress, and the
Exhibitors, clutching at a popular title, call the work 11 The Woman in
White.” Then the critics say that she does ne t, illustrate the novel of
that name, and Mr. Whistler answers that he never meant to do so,
and simply intended to paint a woman in a white dress. We think the
Exhibitors owe Mr. Wilkie Collins amends, and ought to call the
picture “ No Name.”
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