DOI issue:
March 14, 1863
DOI Page / Citation link: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16871#0116
March 14, 1863.]
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
109
Through lowers with white-winged angels crowned, past trades’ devices
rare.
Conduits that ran red wine and white, and arras-hangings fair.
“1 that hailed England’s Harry back from Erance and battle-stour,
With green boughs on the helmets rough with dints of Azincour ;
I that seven years later swell’d with London’s tears, as o’er me rolled
On a car, with four great horses, England’s Harry stark and cold !
“ And over him an image set, the semblance of the King,
With crowm on brow, and robe on breast, and sceptre, ball, and ring,
With the calm face turned to Heaven and the hands clasped as in
prayer,
When not an eye that saw was dry: and no head but was bare.
“ I that heard the Giant, sword-in-band, as he bade well betide
The young Sixth Henry, new from Erance, with Margaret his bride,
And Gloucester’s Duke, with Sheriffs, Guildsmen, Aldermen and
Mayor, ,
In ’broidered sleeves, and hoods and chains, and gowns of gris and
vair.
“ I, that saw the Lady Katherine of Arragon brought in,
Prince Arthur’s bride, with Lords of pride, and Ladies of her kin,
Past the Pageant of Saint lvatherine, and six great pageants mo,
Cunningly planned from Chepe to Strand, the way she had to go.
“ I that saw Wolsey forth to Erance his stately progress hold,
His gentlemen ranked three by three, in black, with chains of gold,
His yeomen in their tawny coats, with his cipher ’broidered o’er,
And the silver cross and pillars and the Great Seal borne before.
“ I that ’neatli Cromwell’s Ironsides heard the bridge-causeway
ring,
I that saw Charles ride back from Ghent, with loud “God Save the
King!”—
I that have watched all welcomes that London could bestow,
When life was diglit in colours bright as summer flowers a-blow.
“ And you ask me if I have seen a pageant like to this !
For pageant, Dever meaner one have I beheld, I wis :
But grander sight or gladder yet saw I never none,
If measured not by show and state, but by heart and head alone.
“The sorrier the spectacle, the statelier is the sight,
Of this vast city poured abroad in all its myriad might;
With one great voice to utter its loyal, loving cry.
With one great heart to breathe a prayer for these, as they go by.
“ Again, and yet again the shout, that thrills—a voice of power,—
From the keep of Norman William to Victoria’s Palace-tower ;
Sights I have seen, strifes that have been, were all that this might be,—
This people glorying in their Queen, self-governed, loyal, free.
“ Look, Prince, look, Princess ; well that flush your youthful cheeks
may wear:
Such sight is seldom given to those that rule and empire bear:
She who inspires the faith that fires these hearts so stern and cold,
Sits a sad widow, scarce to be, even by your joy, consoled.
“ God comfort her, God prosper you, and grant you children sweet,
To grace your youth, and glad your age, and make your lives complete ;
And when your son is wed may he be blest with bride as fair;
And may as loud acclaim be his, as now makes glad the air.”
AN AMERICAN WONDER.
Mr. Punch extracts the following morceau from the New York
Times:—
A S GARDENER AND LANDSCAPE.—Wanted, a situation as above,
•ri Gentlemen wanting their places improved from being a creature of yesterday,
can find a man capable of imitating nature in its virgin and romantic style. Call
or address, J. D., Mr. Bridgemans Seed Store, comer of lS-St. and Broadway.
This J. D., who wants to be at once a Gardener and a Landscape, is
a remarkable being. We recommend him to the notice of our lovely
friend the Empress, for her Tuileries balls. The lady who went as the
Forest of Fontainebleau, with owls in her hair, was clever, but here is
a gentleman who will appear as a whole landscape, and imitate nature
in its virgin and romantic style. We notice, moreover, that an aristo-
cratic fit must have come upon the Americans. It used to be their
boast that their institutions, and everything else were entirely “creatures
of yesterday,” or indeed of this morning. But now it would seem that
they are going in for feudal ideas. We shall hear of a Duke of New
York, and an Earl of New Jersey one of these days. Meantime J. D.
had better be taken care of, as the only man in the North, Generals
included, who knows bow to take advantage of his ground.
POINTS OF LORE.
ELL-IN FORMED AND
dear Mr. Punch,—
I am about to give a
Lecture at the ‘ Young
Men’s Cobeocantsa-
peshoo Club,’ which
means, ‘ The Come-out
before - eight - o’clock-
at - night - to - spend-
a - pleasant - evening -
somehow - or - other
Club.’ Please give me
some information on
the following sub-
jects :—
What part in the
anatomy of the human
frame is a trom-bone ?
[See Bohn’s Stand-
ai’d Library.—Mr. P.]
How much an hour
am I entitled to charge
for “ letting out ” a
secret ?
[A difficult question. If you keep a secret as you would a hackney
carriage, for your own benefit, of course you’ll let it out as often as
possible. If ’tis kept for the benefit of others, how can that object be
attained by thus letting it out ? Consult a solicitor.—Mr. _P.]
Do “ Mad Wags” go about at the season of wits-untied?
[Wait till the time comes.—Mr. P.]
Can I procure at Mr. Sams’s or any librarian’s a box on the ear for
the season?
[Come to 85, Fleet Street. We’ll give you one.—Mr. P.]
Does the South African Port disagree with Dr. Colenso ? _
[Rather the contrary; we believe that some very good Bishop has
been made of it.—Mr. Pi]
What is my best remedy for a bad tooth ?
[Quarrel with a dentist, then go and have it out with him.—Mr. Pi]
Which would you say is the most marked town in England?
[Most marked ? Why—ahem—Scar-borough, to be sure.—Mr. P.]
One more question, my learned instructor, and I have done. ’Tis on
matter of grammar, tell me what is the masculine of Ban-sbee ?
[Once for all we reply, Ban-Joe.—Mr. P.]
“ If you will but answer, [Will answer! We have answered, and
very well, too—for many years—and hope, under public lavour, tc
answer better than ever for centuries to come.—Mr. Pi] I shall be
very much obliged, and will for the present sign myself, classically,
“ XAPA2 XHN.” *
Mr. Punch, Senior Classic and very jolly Fellow of liis own College, wonders
at Ms Correspondent’s adoption of this signature, but being unwilling to enter into
an argument, comforts Mmself with the quotation,—“ De Goose-tibus non dispu-
tandum.”
STENOGRAPHIC LOYALTY.
“ Alexander Buckler, Esquire, of Chancery Lane, and the Woodlands, Twick-
enham Park, having addressed anOde to the Princess Alexandra, and sent it to the |
Prince of Wales, the same has been graciously acknowledged.”
Mr. Punch is happy to say, that this, though appeariug iu a column of
gossip, is quite true, and that the above-mentioued poet, who also carries
on the much more useful business of short-Liand writing, has set an
example to the other bards who break loose at such times, by making his
ode as short as his hand. Eor this reason Mr. Punch immortalises
Bard Buckler, by inserting bis elegant composition:—
TO THE PRINCESS OF DENMARK.
Hail to the Princess Alexandra !
My name’s the masculine of hers,
Should any scoundrel ever slander her,
I ’ll kick him as we kick vile curs :
And though to Princes not a truckler,
I ’ll always be her shield and
Buckler.
The Day after the Wedding.
Telegram received from Little Bustington, Stuffordslnre, Wednesday Morning, March 11
The two hundred School Children who, in honour of the Royal
Marriage, were yesterday regaled with tea, lemonade, and currant-buns*
are as well as can be expected.
Vol. 44
4—2
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
109
Through lowers with white-winged angels crowned, past trades’ devices
rare.
Conduits that ran red wine and white, and arras-hangings fair.
“1 that hailed England’s Harry back from Erance and battle-stour,
With green boughs on the helmets rough with dints of Azincour ;
I that seven years later swell’d with London’s tears, as o’er me rolled
On a car, with four great horses, England’s Harry stark and cold !
“ And over him an image set, the semblance of the King,
With crowm on brow, and robe on breast, and sceptre, ball, and ring,
With the calm face turned to Heaven and the hands clasped as in
prayer,
When not an eye that saw was dry: and no head but was bare.
“ I that heard the Giant, sword-in-band, as he bade well betide
The young Sixth Henry, new from Erance, with Margaret his bride,
And Gloucester’s Duke, with Sheriffs, Guildsmen, Aldermen and
Mayor, ,
In ’broidered sleeves, and hoods and chains, and gowns of gris and
vair.
“ I, that saw the Lady Katherine of Arragon brought in,
Prince Arthur’s bride, with Lords of pride, and Ladies of her kin,
Past the Pageant of Saint lvatherine, and six great pageants mo,
Cunningly planned from Chepe to Strand, the way she had to go.
“ I that saw Wolsey forth to Erance his stately progress hold,
His gentlemen ranked three by three, in black, with chains of gold,
His yeomen in their tawny coats, with his cipher ’broidered o’er,
And the silver cross and pillars and the Great Seal borne before.
“ I that ’neatli Cromwell’s Ironsides heard the bridge-causeway
ring,
I that saw Charles ride back from Ghent, with loud “God Save the
King!”—
I that have watched all welcomes that London could bestow,
When life was diglit in colours bright as summer flowers a-blow.
“ And you ask me if I have seen a pageant like to this !
For pageant, Dever meaner one have I beheld, I wis :
But grander sight or gladder yet saw I never none,
If measured not by show and state, but by heart and head alone.
“The sorrier the spectacle, the statelier is the sight,
Of this vast city poured abroad in all its myriad might;
With one great voice to utter its loyal, loving cry.
With one great heart to breathe a prayer for these, as they go by.
“ Again, and yet again the shout, that thrills—a voice of power,—
From the keep of Norman William to Victoria’s Palace-tower ;
Sights I have seen, strifes that have been, were all that this might be,—
This people glorying in their Queen, self-governed, loyal, free.
“ Look, Prince, look, Princess ; well that flush your youthful cheeks
may wear:
Such sight is seldom given to those that rule and empire bear:
She who inspires the faith that fires these hearts so stern and cold,
Sits a sad widow, scarce to be, even by your joy, consoled.
“ God comfort her, God prosper you, and grant you children sweet,
To grace your youth, and glad your age, and make your lives complete ;
And when your son is wed may he be blest with bride as fair;
And may as loud acclaim be his, as now makes glad the air.”
AN AMERICAN WONDER.
Mr. Punch extracts the following morceau from the New York
Times:—
A S GARDENER AND LANDSCAPE.—Wanted, a situation as above,
•ri Gentlemen wanting their places improved from being a creature of yesterday,
can find a man capable of imitating nature in its virgin and romantic style. Call
or address, J. D., Mr. Bridgemans Seed Store, comer of lS-St. and Broadway.
This J. D., who wants to be at once a Gardener and a Landscape, is
a remarkable being. We recommend him to the notice of our lovely
friend the Empress, for her Tuileries balls. The lady who went as the
Forest of Fontainebleau, with owls in her hair, was clever, but here is
a gentleman who will appear as a whole landscape, and imitate nature
in its virgin and romantic style. We notice, moreover, that an aristo-
cratic fit must have come upon the Americans. It used to be their
boast that their institutions, and everything else were entirely “creatures
of yesterday,” or indeed of this morning. But now it would seem that
they are going in for feudal ideas. We shall hear of a Duke of New
York, and an Earl of New Jersey one of these days. Meantime J. D.
had better be taken care of, as the only man in the North, Generals
included, who knows bow to take advantage of his ground.
POINTS OF LORE.
ELL-IN FORMED AND
dear Mr. Punch,—
I am about to give a
Lecture at the ‘ Young
Men’s Cobeocantsa-
peshoo Club,’ which
means, ‘ The Come-out
before - eight - o’clock-
at - night - to - spend-
a - pleasant - evening -
somehow - or - other
Club.’ Please give me
some information on
the following sub-
jects :—
What part in the
anatomy of the human
frame is a trom-bone ?
[See Bohn’s Stand-
ai’d Library.—Mr. P.]
How much an hour
am I entitled to charge
for “ letting out ” a
secret ?
[A difficult question. If you keep a secret as you would a hackney
carriage, for your own benefit, of course you’ll let it out as often as
possible. If ’tis kept for the benefit of others, how can that object be
attained by thus letting it out ? Consult a solicitor.—Mr. _P.]
Do “ Mad Wags” go about at the season of wits-untied?
[Wait till the time comes.—Mr. P.]
Can I procure at Mr. Sams’s or any librarian’s a box on the ear for
the season?
[Come to 85, Fleet Street. We’ll give you one.—Mr. P.]
Does the South African Port disagree with Dr. Colenso ? _
[Rather the contrary; we believe that some very good Bishop has
been made of it.—Mr. Pi]
What is my best remedy for a bad tooth ?
[Quarrel with a dentist, then go and have it out with him.—Mr. Pi]
Which would you say is the most marked town in England?
[Most marked ? Why—ahem—Scar-borough, to be sure.—Mr. P.]
One more question, my learned instructor, and I have done. ’Tis on
matter of grammar, tell me what is the masculine of Ban-sbee ?
[Once for all we reply, Ban-Joe.—Mr. P.]
“ If you will but answer, [Will answer! We have answered, and
very well, too—for many years—and hope, under public lavour, tc
answer better than ever for centuries to come.—Mr. Pi] I shall be
very much obliged, and will for the present sign myself, classically,
“ XAPA2 XHN.” *
Mr. Punch, Senior Classic and very jolly Fellow of liis own College, wonders
at Ms Correspondent’s adoption of this signature, but being unwilling to enter into
an argument, comforts Mmself with the quotation,—“ De Goose-tibus non dispu-
tandum.”
STENOGRAPHIC LOYALTY.
“ Alexander Buckler, Esquire, of Chancery Lane, and the Woodlands, Twick-
enham Park, having addressed anOde to the Princess Alexandra, and sent it to the |
Prince of Wales, the same has been graciously acknowledged.”
Mr. Punch is happy to say, that this, though appeariug iu a column of
gossip, is quite true, and that the above-mentioued poet, who also carries
on the much more useful business of short-Liand writing, has set an
example to the other bards who break loose at such times, by making his
ode as short as his hand. Eor this reason Mr. Punch immortalises
Bard Buckler, by inserting bis elegant composition:—
TO THE PRINCESS OF DENMARK.
Hail to the Princess Alexandra !
My name’s the masculine of hers,
Should any scoundrel ever slander her,
I ’ll kick him as we kick vile curs :
And though to Princes not a truckler,
I ’ll always be her shield and
Buckler.
The Day after the Wedding.
Telegram received from Little Bustington, Stuffordslnre, Wednesday Morning, March 11
The two hundred School Children who, in honour of the Royal
Marriage, were yesterday regaled with tea, lemonade, and currant-buns*
are as well as can be expected.
Vol. 44
4—2