DOI Heft:
December 20, 1862
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16870#0256
December 20, 1862.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI,
249
As a lifer, alas! beyond the sea
They banished my fancy-man from me;
But he gave ’em leg-bail, and home he ran,
My gallant, gay High-toby-man.
Sing, hey, &c.
But the runners they nabbed him at the last,
And in Newgate nobbled him hard and fast.
On judge and jury I lay my ban,
That tucked up my own High-toby-man.
Sing, hey, &c.
Since then a widder I’m left to mourn
The High-toby times that will ne’er return ;
And with flimpers and fakers put up as I can,
Bor there’s never a bold High-toby-man!
Sing, hey, &c.
ReCITATIVO.
She ceased—loud rang the kitchen walls
With chaff and cries and feline calls.
And groans for bad old times,
When gaols were cold and dark within.
And fetters thick and gruel thin,
And hardships followed crimes.
Then loud and long the jovial throng
Did William Syk.es request
Out of his stock to choose a song,
A ballad of the best.
He uprearing, and clearing
His bellows sonorous,
Deep-chested requested
The help of a “Tchorus.”
Air.—“Jolly Mortals, fill your Glasses'*
See the heavy-wet before us,
Newgate nobs in jovial ring,
Gents, I ’ll thank you for a tchorus,
Here’s the ditty we should sing.
THE SONG OF THE ANTI-GAROTTER.
LL round my neck, I
wear a spiked steel
collar,
A revolver and a bowie-
knife I carry up my
sleeves,
And if any one should
ask of me the reason
why I wear them,
I ’ll tell him ’tis to guard
myself from these
garotting thieves.
Last night in walking
home a skulking
vagabond addressed
me.
Says he, “Pray, what’s
o’clock P ” and, not
intending any pun,
Pull in his ugly face I
let out my left, and
floored him,
Observing as I did so,
“ My dear friend, it’s
just struck one! ”
So, ruffians all, take warning now, and keep respectful distance.
Or a bullet or a bowie-knife clean through your ribs I ’ll send:
Well armed, we ’ll straightway shoot or stab the rascal who attacks us,
If Sir George Grey won’t protect us, why, ourselves we must defend.
.
ROYAL SPANISH BRASS.
Ireland has long, with some reason, enjoyed a peculiar celebrity.
The poet sings of
“ Hibernia, famed, ’bove every other grace,
For matchless intrepidity of lace.”
The effrontery, regarded as rather a natural characteristic of the Irish,
is well understood to be entirely peculiar to the sons, and quite other-
wise than distinctive of the daughters, of Erin. This consideration
Chorus.—A fig for quod! By Jebb protected,
Terrors of the jug have ceased :
Pit for gents we’ve gaols erected,
And on ticket we ’re released.
What is Dartmoor, if you ’re quiet ?
What’s Bermuda, when you ’re there P
Easy work and ample diet,
IV ith the Chaplain if you ’re square.
A fig, &c.
Pitch in pious fudge and fable,
He will swaller all you say ;
And it’s hard if you ain’t able
To knock half your term away.
A fig, &c.
Quod o’er flats hang in terrorem,
But don’t talk to us as knows;
If t hey stops our pipe and jorum,
That’s about the worst they does.
A fig, &c.
Here’s to Jebb and his leave-tickets,
That when coves a rest has ta’en,
Opening their prison-wickets,
Sets ’em on the loose again.
A fig, &c.
1 Ticker, a watch.
2 Bloke, a man in the sense of victim.
3 Reader, a pocket-book.
4 Moke, a donkey; here used metaphorically for a foolish fellow.
5 Logging, transj>ortation.
6 Skilly, gruel.
i Grub and snooze, bed and boai-d.
8 Come the holy blues, affect pious penitence.
9 Box Court, the site of the Thieves' Kitchen.
'° Blues, Policemen.
11 Quodded, imprisoned.
12 Baked’clys out of church, picked pockets at a churcn door.
13 The Tench, the Penitentiary, Milbank.
14 Stalled, I covered his operations as he picked pockets.
15 And puts on the hug, the technical phrase for the garotter’s choke.
16 Higli-toby-man, highway-man.
17 Fiimping and faking, garotting and pocket-picking.
prevents us from asking whether the Queen oe Spain has any Irish
element in that azure fluid which circulates iu her Royal system, since
it was possible for her Catholic Majesty to utter, before the Cortes the
other day, the following words, which were put into her Royal mouth
by her Ministers:—
“ In continuing the system already commenced of liberty and toleration, and of
the sincere execution of the constitutional law; in accustoming the different classes
of society to the exercise of the rights which raise their dignity; and in inculcating
on all the principles of morality and of Christian religion, Heaven, witnessing our
conduct, will deign to bless the efforts made.”
Por example, Heaven will deign to bless the efforts made, on a system
of liberty and toleration, to convince Manuel Matamoras and his
companions, by punishing them with penal servitude, of the error which
they have committed in reading the Bible. On this mode of inculcating
the principles of morality and the Christian religion, the constitutional
Queen of Spain has the face to say that she expects the blessing
of Heaven. What a face it must be! One for which the best pos-
sible cosmetic, if it wanted such a thing, would surely be vitriol—
the fluid commonly used to clean brazen utensils ; a wash that, if strong
enough, might bring some little colour into the cheeks which it purified.
The Spanish Sovereign, on the part of her Government, also informed
her faithful Cortes, that she implored Divine goodness to hear their
prayers “ to bring about a cessation of the tribulations of the Sovereign
Pontiff.” This consummation which she so devoutly wishes, might
possibly be expedited if the Sovereign Pontiff would bestir himseif
to put a stop to the tribulations of other people, such as Matamoras,
ALtiAMA.and their partners in suffering for conscience’ sake, who are per-
secuted iu accordance with the system of liberty aud toleration which
exists in Spain under the sanction of that priesthood of 'whom the Pope
is the head. As long as persecution exists in a popish country unre-
buked by the Pope, civilised Europe will be of opinion, that the Holy
Bather’s tribulations ought to cease only iu their accomplishment by
the exoneration of his Holiness from the cares of temporal power.
Whereas a restoration of the papal sovereignty over the whole of the
Roman states is probably that cessation of the tribulations of the
Sovereign Pontiff which is implored in the orisons of that unblushing
Queen of persecutors, the Catholic Isabella the Second.
Died of Overwork—a Sewing Machine.
This Sewing Machine was alive, and died because it could not com-
pete with other sewing machines that didn’t require feeding, nor
clothing, and could live rent free. Iu other words, this sewiug machine
was a poor Shirt-maker.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI,
249
As a lifer, alas! beyond the sea
They banished my fancy-man from me;
But he gave ’em leg-bail, and home he ran,
My gallant, gay High-toby-man.
Sing, hey, &c.
But the runners they nabbed him at the last,
And in Newgate nobbled him hard and fast.
On judge and jury I lay my ban,
That tucked up my own High-toby-man.
Sing, hey, &c.
Since then a widder I’m left to mourn
The High-toby times that will ne’er return ;
And with flimpers and fakers put up as I can,
Bor there’s never a bold High-toby-man!
Sing, hey, &c.
ReCITATIVO.
She ceased—loud rang the kitchen walls
With chaff and cries and feline calls.
And groans for bad old times,
When gaols were cold and dark within.
And fetters thick and gruel thin,
And hardships followed crimes.
Then loud and long the jovial throng
Did William Syk.es request
Out of his stock to choose a song,
A ballad of the best.
He uprearing, and clearing
His bellows sonorous,
Deep-chested requested
The help of a “Tchorus.”
Air.—“Jolly Mortals, fill your Glasses'*
See the heavy-wet before us,
Newgate nobs in jovial ring,
Gents, I ’ll thank you for a tchorus,
Here’s the ditty we should sing.
THE SONG OF THE ANTI-GAROTTER.
LL round my neck, I
wear a spiked steel
collar,
A revolver and a bowie-
knife I carry up my
sleeves,
And if any one should
ask of me the reason
why I wear them,
I ’ll tell him ’tis to guard
myself from these
garotting thieves.
Last night in walking
home a skulking
vagabond addressed
me.
Says he, “Pray, what’s
o’clock P ” and, not
intending any pun,
Pull in his ugly face I
let out my left, and
floored him,
Observing as I did so,
“ My dear friend, it’s
just struck one! ”
So, ruffians all, take warning now, and keep respectful distance.
Or a bullet or a bowie-knife clean through your ribs I ’ll send:
Well armed, we ’ll straightway shoot or stab the rascal who attacks us,
If Sir George Grey won’t protect us, why, ourselves we must defend.
.
ROYAL SPANISH BRASS.
Ireland has long, with some reason, enjoyed a peculiar celebrity.
The poet sings of
“ Hibernia, famed, ’bove every other grace,
For matchless intrepidity of lace.”
The effrontery, regarded as rather a natural characteristic of the Irish,
is well understood to be entirely peculiar to the sons, and quite other-
wise than distinctive of the daughters, of Erin. This consideration
Chorus.—A fig for quod! By Jebb protected,
Terrors of the jug have ceased :
Pit for gents we’ve gaols erected,
And on ticket we ’re released.
What is Dartmoor, if you ’re quiet ?
What’s Bermuda, when you ’re there P
Easy work and ample diet,
IV ith the Chaplain if you ’re square.
A fig, &c.
Pitch in pious fudge and fable,
He will swaller all you say ;
And it’s hard if you ain’t able
To knock half your term away.
A fig, &c.
Quod o’er flats hang in terrorem,
But don’t talk to us as knows;
If t hey stops our pipe and jorum,
That’s about the worst they does.
A fig, &c.
Here’s to Jebb and his leave-tickets,
That when coves a rest has ta’en,
Opening their prison-wickets,
Sets ’em on the loose again.
A fig, &c.
1 Ticker, a watch.
2 Bloke, a man in the sense of victim.
3 Reader, a pocket-book.
4 Moke, a donkey; here used metaphorically for a foolish fellow.
5 Logging, transj>ortation.
6 Skilly, gruel.
i Grub and snooze, bed and boai-d.
8 Come the holy blues, affect pious penitence.
9 Box Court, the site of the Thieves' Kitchen.
'° Blues, Policemen.
11 Quodded, imprisoned.
12 Baked’clys out of church, picked pockets at a churcn door.
13 The Tench, the Penitentiary, Milbank.
14 Stalled, I covered his operations as he picked pockets.
15 And puts on the hug, the technical phrase for the garotter’s choke.
16 Higli-toby-man, highway-man.
17 Fiimping and faking, garotting and pocket-picking.
prevents us from asking whether the Queen oe Spain has any Irish
element in that azure fluid which circulates iu her Royal system, since
it was possible for her Catholic Majesty to utter, before the Cortes the
other day, the following words, which were put into her Royal mouth
by her Ministers:—
“ In continuing the system already commenced of liberty and toleration, and of
the sincere execution of the constitutional law; in accustoming the different classes
of society to the exercise of the rights which raise their dignity; and in inculcating
on all the principles of morality and of Christian religion, Heaven, witnessing our
conduct, will deign to bless the efforts made.”
Por example, Heaven will deign to bless the efforts made, on a system
of liberty and toleration, to convince Manuel Matamoras and his
companions, by punishing them with penal servitude, of the error which
they have committed in reading the Bible. On this mode of inculcating
the principles of morality and the Christian religion, the constitutional
Queen of Spain has the face to say that she expects the blessing
of Heaven. What a face it must be! One for which the best pos-
sible cosmetic, if it wanted such a thing, would surely be vitriol—
the fluid commonly used to clean brazen utensils ; a wash that, if strong
enough, might bring some little colour into the cheeks which it purified.
The Spanish Sovereign, on the part of her Government, also informed
her faithful Cortes, that she implored Divine goodness to hear their
prayers “ to bring about a cessation of the tribulations of the Sovereign
Pontiff.” This consummation which she so devoutly wishes, might
possibly be expedited if the Sovereign Pontiff would bestir himseif
to put a stop to the tribulations of other people, such as Matamoras,
ALtiAMA.and their partners in suffering for conscience’ sake, who are per-
secuted iu accordance with the system of liberty aud toleration which
exists in Spain under the sanction of that priesthood of 'whom the Pope
is the head. As long as persecution exists in a popish country unre-
buked by the Pope, civilised Europe will be of opinion, that the Holy
Bather’s tribulations ought to cease only iu their accomplishment by
the exoneration of his Holiness from the cares of temporal power.
Whereas a restoration of the papal sovereignty over the whole of the
Roman states is probably that cessation of the tribulations of the
Sovereign Pontiff which is implored in the orisons of that unblushing
Queen of persecutors, the Catholic Isabella the Second.
Died of Overwork—a Sewing Machine.
This Sewing Machine was alive, and died because it could not com-
pete with other sewing machines that didn’t require feeding, nor
clothing, and could live rent free. Iu other words, this sewiug machine
was a poor Shirt-maker.