DOI issue:
November 22, 1862
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16870#0217
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[November 22, 1862.
PET-LOVE.
Old—what shall we call her ? ‘'Run, Robert ! Run! There’s that Darling Plating with a Strange Child!"
ENGLAND, THE TIGRESS.
{From the New York Herald.)
Another insult to the citizens of this mighty and glorious republic,
another outrage from perfidious Albion, as she is well called by noble
and gallant France, the home of freedom and civilisation. Our blood
would boil over if it were worth while, ou perusing the despatches
brought by the last mails, but we have concluded to treat the miserable
islanders with the contempt they merit. Yet American citizens should
comprehend the depth of brutality and cowardice to which England has
descended, in her hatred for this great and mighty country, which she
has plunged into war through her diabolical machinations, at the accursed
bidding of her fiendlike aristocracy.
ENGLAND HAS REFUSED TO JOIN FRANCE IN ASKING US TO LEAVE OFF
FIG HTIN G.
Do you hear t hat, men of America ? Do you hear that, heroes of a
hundred fights? Do you hear it too, you five acres of freemen who
stood to listen to the spirit-stirring eloquence of the Irish warrior who
dwells among you. England, appealed to by France to intercede between
us and the rebels whom we are going to crush, and in ninety days to
annihilate Irom off the face of the earth, refuses ! x\ud well she may
refuse, the dastardly, bloodthirsty tigress. When the leopards in
her foul _ shield became lions we know not, nor care by what
solemn lie the tools called heralds juggled one beast into the
other at the bidding of the knaves called kings, but it was not the
lion but the savage vet crouching tiger that should have been
the type ot England. Yes, the Anglican tigress howls because France
desires to spare us any more bloodshed, she howls her cry that we
be left alone, aud that the utmost amount of woe and misery may be
inflicted upon those whom she hates because they love freedom. Hud
she her base will, we should go ou fighting till doomsday. She will
make any sacrifice rather than help on a pacification, and as Robert
Cobden, the member for^ Birmingham, recently told a vile mob at
Rochford in Essex, the aristocracy are feeding tlie starving operatives
with venison and turtle rather than their sufferings should bring the
war to an end. We know the tigress, and when the time shall serve,
we may add a few new stripes to those upon her all-fired back. Mean-
time, we have to put down her emissaries the rebels, whom she pays
with the gold wrung from the wretched Irish and Indians.
But she was right, in another respect, for concluding not to interfere.
Wre wonder for our part that one of nature’s noblemen, like Louis
Napoleon, the descendant of Charlemagne, Charles the Twelfth,
and other real kings (whatever their faults may have been), could have
contaminated his hand by offering it to a female of the House ot Gulph.
However, he can afford to condescend. But it showed a becoming
humility in the servile courtiers of St. James’s, and specially in the
feeble toady and sycophant Palmerston, not to pretend to share in the
mission of the Emperor, but humbly to beg him to take his own course.
It was a compliment, indeed, that the greatest sovereign in Europe
should ask a miserable Government like that of England to join with
him aud the godlike ruler of Russia in any work, but Palmerston
knew his place better thau to accept such a compliment. That buffoon
associated with Louis and Alexander ! Fie upon’t, give us a civet
cat, and take away the apothecary, as Shakespeare says. No, we are
glad that Pam had that virtue of humility, though it is only a tootman’s
virtue at the best.
Well is it for England that she spared us the crowning outrage of
joining in this petition that we should not utterly crush the rebels.
Well for her Indian licet in the Pool, well for her proud docks at Man-
chester for her steel manufactories in the Clyde, for the thousand tur-
naces tliat nightly illuminate Salisbury Plain. We are no boasters, and
perhaps it is the fault of Americans that their exquisite sense of humour
and their quiet gentlemanly habits prevent their giving due utterance
to the praises deserved by themselves, or to the menaces which should
curb the pride of other nations. But for once we will speak out, and
in the name of Ameiica say that had the despicable old beast and
tigress, England, dared to thrust her contaminating hand into this fray,
her doom had come sooner than her rotten system will otherwise brin^
it. We have a score of armies in the field, aud any one of them would
have marched from Gravesend to Glasgow, or from Land’s End to
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[November 22, 1862.
PET-LOVE.
Old—what shall we call her ? ‘'Run, Robert ! Run! There’s that Darling Plating with a Strange Child!"
ENGLAND, THE TIGRESS.
{From the New York Herald.)
Another insult to the citizens of this mighty and glorious republic,
another outrage from perfidious Albion, as she is well called by noble
and gallant France, the home of freedom and civilisation. Our blood
would boil over if it were worth while, ou perusing the despatches
brought by the last mails, but we have concluded to treat the miserable
islanders with the contempt they merit. Yet American citizens should
comprehend the depth of brutality and cowardice to which England has
descended, in her hatred for this great and mighty country, which she
has plunged into war through her diabolical machinations, at the accursed
bidding of her fiendlike aristocracy.
ENGLAND HAS REFUSED TO JOIN FRANCE IN ASKING US TO LEAVE OFF
FIG HTIN G.
Do you hear t hat, men of America ? Do you hear that, heroes of a
hundred fights? Do you hear it too, you five acres of freemen who
stood to listen to the spirit-stirring eloquence of the Irish warrior who
dwells among you. England, appealed to by France to intercede between
us and the rebels whom we are going to crush, and in ninety days to
annihilate Irom off the face of the earth, refuses ! x\ud well she may
refuse, the dastardly, bloodthirsty tigress. When the leopards in
her foul _ shield became lions we know not, nor care by what
solemn lie the tools called heralds juggled one beast into the
other at the bidding of the knaves called kings, but it was not the
lion but the savage vet crouching tiger that should have been
the type ot England. Yes, the Anglican tigress howls because France
desires to spare us any more bloodshed, she howls her cry that we
be left alone, aud that the utmost amount of woe and misery may be
inflicted upon those whom she hates because they love freedom. Hud
she her base will, we should go ou fighting till doomsday. She will
make any sacrifice rather than help on a pacification, and as Robert
Cobden, the member for^ Birmingham, recently told a vile mob at
Rochford in Essex, the aristocracy are feeding tlie starving operatives
with venison and turtle rather than their sufferings should bring the
war to an end. We know the tigress, and when the time shall serve,
we may add a few new stripes to those upon her all-fired back. Mean-
time, we have to put down her emissaries the rebels, whom she pays
with the gold wrung from the wretched Irish and Indians.
But she was right, in another respect, for concluding not to interfere.
Wre wonder for our part that one of nature’s noblemen, like Louis
Napoleon, the descendant of Charlemagne, Charles the Twelfth,
and other real kings (whatever their faults may have been), could have
contaminated his hand by offering it to a female of the House ot Gulph.
However, he can afford to condescend. But it showed a becoming
humility in the servile courtiers of St. James’s, and specially in the
feeble toady and sycophant Palmerston, not to pretend to share in the
mission of the Emperor, but humbly to beg him to take his own course.
It was a compliment, indeed, that the greatest sovereign in Europe
should ask a miserable Government like that of England to join with
him aud the godlike ruler of Russia in any work, but Palmerston
knew his place better thau to accept such a compliment. That buffoon
associated with Louis and Alexander ! Fie upon’t, give us a civet
cat, and take away the apothecary, as Shakespeare says. No, we are
glad that Pam had that virtue of humility, though it is only a tootman’s
virtue at the best.
Well is it for England that she spared us the crowning outrage of
joining in this petition that we should not utterly crush the rebels.
Well for her Indian licet in the Pool, well for her proud docks at Man-
chester for her steel manufactories in the Clyde, for the thousand tur-
naces tliat nightly illuminate Salisbury Plain. We are no boasters, and
perhaps it is the fault of Americans that their exquisite sense of humour
and their quiet gentlemanly habits prevent their giving due utterance
to the praises deserved by themselves, or to the menaces which should
curb the pride of other nations. But for once we will speak out, and
in the name of Ameiica say that had the despicable old beast and
tigress, England, dared to thrust her contaminating hand into this fray,
her doom had come sooner than her rotten system will otherwise brin^
it. We have a score of armies in the field, aud any one of them would
have marched from Gravesend to Glasgow, or from Land’s End to