DOI issue:
April 11, 1863
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16871#0155
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[Apbil 11, 1863.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
AN OPERATIC ECLOGUE.
Which of your tenors sings so sweet, so high P
Gye. As is the rose than buttercups more sweet.
So doth my Mario your Giuglini beat:
As doth the lark out,soar the humble bee,
So lifts my Tamberlik his high chest C.
He, when he tries a high-pitched note to sing,
Tills the pleased house and makes the rafters ring.
Map. My Delle Sedie as a bass is known;.
Gye. He’s not a bass: he’s but a baritone.
Map. My Santlex is a finished singer now;
Gye. Yes, but his name is English, you’ll allow.
Map. Baragli, Bossi, BertacchUBettini,
Bagagiolo, Gassier, Zucchini,
Gambetti, Ericca, Soldi, Casaboni—
Gye. Not one of them can equal my Ronconi.
Besides I’ve Formes, Fellar, Ferenesi,
Capponi, Zelger, Obin, and Llcchesi,
Ciampi, Naudin, Gkaziani, Rossi,
Neki-Baraldi, Faure, and Batriossi.
Map. My brave Rovere I have yet to name:
Gye. My Tagliafico is more known to fame.
Map. My Vialetti too—
Gye. He’s getting old:
Map. And my Fagotti—
Gye. He’s a stick, I’m told.
Map. The skilled Arditi will conduct my band,
Who are well practised to obey his hand,
Start at his nod, and cease at his command.
Gye. As doth the column in Trafalgar Square,
O’ertop the fountains feebly squirting there:
So Costa doth all rivals far excel,
Costa, whose praise no pen can fairly tell,
Costa, on whom I ever have relied,
Costa, my friend, my hope, my joy, my pride!
Punch. Contend no more, who can the loudest squall.
But send me every night a box or stall:
Thus I the palm of merit may award.
Meanwhile, let’s liquor. Both I look toward !
Damcetas . . Mr. Gye.
Menalcas . . . . Mr. Maplfson.
Palcemon . . . Mr. Punch.
Punch. Sing, Gye, and thou, 0 Mapleson, rehearse
Iriy singers’ fame in smooth Virgiliau verse ;
While I at ease enjoy my morning smoke.
And weigh the merits of each vocal bloke.
Gye. That word sounds masculine, but place aux dames:
My prime donne sure must bear the palm.
Say who can match my charming Adelina,
As fair Amina, or as sweet Zerlina?
All other songsters must to her give place,
For vocal sweetness and for girlish grace.
My little Patti all the world must own
The nicest little party ever known.
Map. For me great Tietjens deigns this year to sing,
And countless myriads to my doors will bring.
Now Grisi’s gone, who is there that will dare
As Norma with my Tietjens to compare ?
Who in les Huguenots is half so fine
As she who comes to be my Valentine?
Gye. Tietjens to thee reluctantly I yield,
But there are other charmers in the field.
Say hast thou e’er my sweet Carvalho heard P
My Fricci too, who warbles like a bird ?
Then for contralto parts who is there, pray.
That oan compete with deep-toned Didiee ?
Map. Vain boaster, cease ! I ’ll bet an even pony
She ne’er will hold a candle to Alboni.
Alboni’s voice must drive all rivals crazy,—
Gye. Yes, but you must allow she’s sadly lazy.
Map. Then whom with my Trebelli can you match P
And my Lem at re ?
Gye. I’m sure she’s no great catch.
Map. You’re very rude; but I de Ruda boast.
Gye. I’ve Rudersdorfe, who’s ever at her post.
And if you come to debutantes, my buck.
My Pauline Lucca ought to bring me luck.
Demi, I’ve Demi too.
Map. My Gye, don’t swear.
Gye. Demi, I don’t; I’m merely naming her.
Map. Leave we the ladies now, and say, O Gye,
With my Giuglini who of yours cau vie P
PAM’S INCUBUS ON ITALY.
What a wonderful difference there is between Scotland and Ireland!
After dinner, at Edinburgh, in acknowledging the toast of his health,
our illustrious Pam took occasion to say :—
“ We have recently given our moral influence to the Italians who were struggling
for freedom. There is unfortunately an incubus which weighs on part of that beau-
tiful and noble land, on the part which ought to be the capital of the kingdom.”
It was unnecessary for the noble speaker to explain to an intelligent
audience that the incubus to which he alluded was the Old Man of the
See called St. Peter’s. The first of European statesmen then proceeded
to make, for the benefit of those who are keeping the Incubus on its
place on Italy’s bosom, the remarks which are thus reported :—
“ I cannot believe that error and wrong can be everlasting. I cannot but believe
that truth and justice must in the end prevail; and, therefore, much as I lament
the shorn position of the Italian kingdom, I cannot but believe that a brighter
time is in store for it, and that a time will come when all those who are concerned
in regulating its destinies will feel that it is for their advantage, as well as for the
advantage of the Italians, that Italy should be in full possession of its capital. (Gh-eat
cheering, the whole company rising to their feet and joining in the expression of approval
of the sentiments expressed by the nob'e Viscount.)''
Suppose the assembly to which Pam addressed the foregoing utter-
ance of aspirations for Italian liberty, instead of having been composed
of Edinburgh citizens, had consisted of certain other subjects of Her
Majesty, who call themselves hereditary bondsmen, and do, in fact
inherit bondage under the incubus which Lord Palmerston mentioned.
Wouldn’t they have started to their feet too; but with shouts how
different from hip, hip, hip, hooray! Immense and hideous would have
been the howling of the vaboos. As it is, no doubt, they will howl
frightfully enough when the eloquence above transcribed is repeated
to them.
Louis Napoleon is represented by Mu. Kinglake to derive politi-
cal inspirations from Havanna cigars. He had better put our Premier’s
hint, to “ all those who are concerned in regulating the destinies ” of
Italy, in his pipe, and smoke it.
In the meanwhile, the Romans, and rest of the Italians, between
them, might do something towards making Pam’s prophecy, touching
the rightful capital of Italy, come true. Why don’t they concur in a
formal protest, to be published in the face of Europe, against the
election, by a constituency of Cardinals, of any successor to the present
Incubus; of any new Incubus in a Triple Hat, to squat on their
country’s breast, when tke Incubus which now 3quats there shall have
been gathered to its predecessors P
[Apbil 11, 1863.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
AN OPERATIC ECLOGUE.
Which of your tenors sings so sweet, so high P
Gye. As is the rose than buttercups more sweet.
So doth my Mario your Giuglini beat:
As doth the lark out,soar the humble bee,
So lifts my Tamberlik his high chest C.
He, when he tries a high-pitched note to sing,
Tills the pleased house and makes the rafters ring.
Map. My Delle Sedie as a bass is known;.
Gye. He’s not a bass: he’s but a baritone.
Map. My Santlex is a finished singer now;
Gye. Yes, but his name is English, you’ll allow.
Map. Baragli, Bossi, BertacchUBettini,
Bagagiolo, Gassier, Zucchini,
Gambetti, Ericca, Soldi, Casaboni—
Gye. Not one of them can equal my Ronconi.
Besides I’ve Formes, Fellar, Ferenesi,
Capponi, Zelger, Obin, and Llcchesi,
Ciampi, Naudin, Gkaziani, Rossi,
Neki-Baraldi, Faure, and Batriossi.
Map. My brave Rovere I have yet to name:
Gye. My Tagliafico is more known to fame.
Map. My Vialetti too—
Gye. He’s getting old:
Map. And my Fagotti—
Gye. He’s a stick, I’m told.
Map. The skilled Arditi will conduct my band,
Who are well practised to obey his hand,
Start at his nod, and cease at his command.
Gye. As doth the column in Trafalgar Square,
O’ertop the fountains feebly squirting there:
So Costa doth all rivals far excel,
Costa, whose praise no pen can fairly tell,
Costa, on whom I ever have relied,
Costa, my friend, my hope, my joy, my pride!
Punch. Contend no more, who can the loudest squall.
But send me every night a box or stall:
Thus I the palm of merit may award.
Meanwhile, let’s liquor. Both I look toward !
Damcetas . . Mr. Gye.
Menalcas . . . . Mr. Maplfson.
Palcemon . . . Mr. Punch.
Punch. Sing, Gye, and thou, 0 Mapleson, rehearse
Iriy singers’ fame in smooth Virgiliau verse ;
While I at ease enjoy my morning smoke.
And weigh the merits of each vocal bloke.
Gye. That word sounds masculine, but place aux dames:
My prime donne sure must bear the palm.
Say who can match my charming Adelina,
As fair Amina, or as sweet Zerlina?
All other songsters must to her give place,
For vocal sweetness and for girlish grace.
My little Patti all the world must own
The nicest little party ever known.
Map. For me great Tietjens deigns this year to sing,
And countless myriads to my doors will bring.
Now Grisi’s gone, who is there that will dare
As Norma with my Tietjens to compare ?
Who in les Huguenots is half so fine
As she who comes to be my Valentine?
Gye. Tietjens to thee reluctantly I yield,
But there are other charmers in the field.
Say hast thou e’er my sweet Carvalho heard P
My Fricci too, who warbles like a bird ?
Then for contralto parts who is there, pray.
That oan compete with deep-toned Didiee ?
Map. Vain boaster, cease ! I ’ll bet an even pony
She ne’er will hold a candle to Alboni.
Alboni’s voice must drive all rivals crazy,—
Gye. Yes, but you must allow she’s sadly lazy.
Map. Then whom with my Trebelli can you match P
And my Lem at re ?
Gye. I’m sure she’s no great catch.
Map. You’re very rude; but I de Ruda boast.
Gye. I’ve Rudersdorfe, who’s ever at her post.
And if you come to debutantes, my buck.
My Pauline Lucca ought to bring me luck.
Demi, I’ve Demi too.
Map. My Gye, don’t swear.
Gye. Demi, I don’t; I’m merely naming her.
Map. Leave we the ladies now, and say, O Gye,
With my Giuglini who of yours cau vie P
PAM’S INCUBUS ON ITALY.
What a wonderful difference there is between Scotland and Ireland!
After dinner, at Edinburgh, in acknowledging the toast of his health,
our illustrious Pam took occasion to say :—
“ We have recently given our moral influence to the Italians who were struggling
for freedom. There is unfortunately an incubus which weighs on part of that beau-
tiful and noble land, on the part which ought to be the capital of the kingdom.”
It was unnecessary for the noble speaker to explain to an intelligent
audience that the incubus to which he alluded was the Old Man of the
See called St. Peter’s. The first of European statesmen then proceeded
to make, for the benefit of those who are keeping the Incubus on its
place on Italy’s bosom, the remarks which are thus reported :—
“ I cannot believe that error and wrong can be everlasting. I cannot but believe
that truth and justice must in the end prevail; and, therefore, much as I lament
the shorn position of the Italian kingdom, I cannot but believe that a brighter
time is in store for it, and that a time will come when all those who are concerned
in regulating its destinies will feel that it is for their advantage, as well as for the
advantage of the Italians, that Italy should be in full possession of its capital. (Gh-eat
cheering, the whole company rising to their feet and joining in the expression of approval
of the sentiments expressed by the nob'e Viscount.)''
Suppose the assembly to which Pam addressed the foregoing utter-
ance of aspirations for Italian liberty, instead of having been composed
of Edinburgh citizens, had consisted of certain other subjects of Her
Majesty, who call themselves hereditary bondsmen, and do, in fact
inherit bondage under the incubus which Lord Palmerston mentioned.
Wouldn’t they have started to their feet too; but with shouts how
different from hip, hip, hip, hooray! Immense and hideous would have
been the howling of the vaboos. As it is, no doubt, they will howl
frightfully enough when the eloquence above transcribed is repeated
to them.
Louis Napoleon is represented by Mu. Kinglake to derive politi-
cal inspirations from Havanna cigars. He had better put our Premier’s
hint, to “ all those who are concerned in regulating the destinies ” of
Italy, in his pipe, and smoke it.
In the meanwhile, the Romans, and rest of the Italians, between
them, might do something towards making Pam’s prophecy, touching
the rightful capital of Italy, come true. Why don’t they concur in a
formal protest, to be published in the face of Europe, against the
election, by a constituency of Cardinals, of any successor to the present
Incubus; of any new Incubus in a Triple Hat, to squat on their
country’s breast, when tke Incubus which now 3quats there shall have
been gathered to its predecessors P