DOI Heft:
June 20, 1863
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16871#0265
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Junk 20, 1863.
Old Lady (wrathfully, but with dignity, to the Constable’s scandalous suggestion). “ It’s nothing of the kind, P’liceman, that I can assure
you ; but I have unfortunately entangled my foot in my Crinoline, and can t get it out t ”
MR. PUNCH AT THE MEMORIAL FETE.
Being a loyal British subject, and feeling a strong wish to have a
peep at the Princess, Mr. Punch of course was present at the Gardens
on the Tenth, to see uncovered the Memorial of Albert the Good
Prince. Mr. Punch had been invited to take part in the procession,
which included almost every one of note, except himself and Sir Joseph
Paxton, the designer of the Crystal Palace of 1851. Mr. Punch,
however, nobly declined the invitation, for he had no great wish to mix
with mayors and people of that sort: and besides he desired to exercise
the liberty enjoyed by all the Sixteen Thousand visitors, of staring with
all his might and main at the Princess. Having, for his years, an
active pair of legs, Mr. Punch, after seeing her, with her usual good
nature, pick up the Princess Mary’s handkerchief underneath the
Western Dome (an incident not chronicled by any newspaper historian)
ran along the route of the procession to the Gallery, where he heard
Albert Edward speak his little speech, which he did extremely well:
and then with Deerfootlike rapidity he rushed to the Memorial, and
uncovered it as soon as he had uncovered himself. Five minutes being
allowed for intellectual refreshment, Mr. Punch then feasted his eyes
upon the beauties of the work of his friend Mr. Durham : a work
which assuredly “ the artist may well be proud of,”—and indeed the
country also, though Albert Edward in his speech somehow forgot
to add the words. Eine statues are not so numerous in England that
we can afford to pass a new one without notice : and as an exception to
the hideous monstrosities which have been libellouslv sculptured to
I represent our Princes, the statue of Prince Albert by Mr. Joseph
Durham is, with its fair surroundings, worthy of all praise.
After this, Mr. Punch with some few thousand other Starers, was
engaged lor half an hour in running about the gardens, in chace of the
Princess; and he feels some little shame in publicly confessing that
thanks to his superior agility and stature, he obtained in all no fewer
than eleven clear views of her sweet face.* The only faint excuse that
* Uon’t be jealous, Judy. We placed you in the chair which you yourself selected,
and if you lost it when you scampered off for shelter from that shower, it was
because you would make us buy you that new bonnet. Had you worn your old one,
as wo sagaciously suggested, you would not have been afraid of a drop or two of
rain, and so would not have lost your seat.—Punch {the Brute!)
he can offer for his rudeness is, that she really looked so pretty that he
could not keep his eyes off her, and his loyal legs would follow her
until she left the ground. As she did so, Mr. Punch, who had rushed
to the departure-place, succeeded in obtaining his eleventh and last,
peep. Whether or no, the Princess then recognised his features, glowing
as they were with the ardour of the chace, Mr. Punch was too excited
just then to determine. It is, however, certain that she smiled in the
direction of the shoulders he was peeping over; and with a modest con-
sciousness that she had meant her smile for him, the gallant gentleman
withdrew to the neighbouring refreshment-room, and drank eleven
brimming bumpers of champagne to the memory of those eleven peeps
at his Princess.
An Egyptian Haul.
(From the old Saws of the Nile.)
The following curious question aud answer, throwing a strong light
upon the social habits of the subjects of the Pharaohs, has been trans-
lated from some lately discovered hieroglyphics. The question is—
Why is an Egyptian Son remarkable for his filial affection P
To which is appended the answer,—
Because after the decease of his Pappy, he takes such care of his
Mummy.
MUSICAL NOTES.
An Eminent Musician, possessing a most sensitive ear, departed this
life, suddenly, on hearing a sharp played instead of a flat. Musical
verdict, “Accidental” death. Let us remark once for all that the
Music of the Spheres is led by a lightning conductor, who is, we should
imagine, rather a flashy sort of gentleman.
VEALLAINOUS!
A Distinguished Cosmopolite, the other day, was telling a friend
that he admired continental feeding, adding that he should be glad to
know at what Parisian hostelrie they never served up beef and mutton ?
“ Why,” answered his companion, “ The Hotel de Yeal, of course.”
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Junk 20, 1863.
Old Lady (wrathfully, but with dignity, to the Constable’s scandalous suggestion). “ It’s nothing of the kind, P’liceman, that I can assure
you ; but I have unfortunately entangled my foot in my Crinoline, and can t get it out t ”
MR. PUNCH AT THE MEMORIAL FETE.
Being a loyal British subject, and feeling a strong wish to have a
peep at the Princess, Mr. Punch of course was present at the Gardens
on the Tenth, to see uncovered the Memorial of Albert the Good
Prince. Mr. Punch had been invited to take part in the procession,
which included almost every one of note, except himself and Sir Joseph
Paxton, the designer of the Crystal Palace of 1851. Mr. Punch,
however, nobly declined the invitation, for he had no great wish to mix
with mayors and people of that sort: and besides he desired to exercise
the liberty enjoyed by all the Sixteen Thousand visitors, of staring with
all his might and main at the Princess. Having, for his years, an
active pair of legs, Mr. Punch, after seeing her, with her usual good
nature, pick up the Princess Mary’s handkerchief underneath the
Western Dome (an incident not chronicled by any newspaper historian)
ran along the route of the procession to the Gallery, where he heard
Albert Edward speak his little speech, which he did extremely well:
and then with Deerfootlike rapidity he rushed to the Memorial, and
uncovered it as soon as he had uncovered himself. Five minutes being
allowed for intellectual refreshment, Mr. Punch then feasted his eyes
upon the beauties of the work of his friend Mr. Durham : a work
which assuredly “ the artist may well be proud of,”—and indeed the
country also, though Albert Edward in his speech somehow forgot
to add the words. Eine statues are not so numerous in England that
we can afford to pass a new one without notice : and as an exception to
the hideous monstrosities which have been libellouslv sculptured to
I represent our Princes, the statue of Prince Albert by Mr. Joseph
Durham is, with its fair surroundings, worthy of all praise.
After this, Mr. Punch with some few thousand other Starers, was
engaged lor half an hour in running about the gardens, in chace of the
Princess; and he feels some little shame in publicly confessing that
thanks to his superior agility and stature, he obtained in all no fewer
than eleven clear views of her sweet face.* The only faint excuse that
* Uon’t be jealous, Judy. We placed you in the chair which you yourself selected,
and if you lost it when you scampered off for shelter from that shower, it was
because you would make us buy you that new bonnet. Had you worn your old one,
as wo sagaciously suggested, you would not have been afraid of a drop or two of
rain, and so would not have lost your seat.—Punch {the Brute!)
he can offer for his rudeness is, that she really looked so pretty that he
could not keep his eyes off her, and his loyal legs would follow her
until she left the ground. As she did so, Mr. Punch, who had rushed
to the departure-place, succeeded in obtaining his eleventh and last,
peep. Whether or no, the Princess then recognised his features, glowing
as they were with the ardour of the chace, Mr. Punch was too excited
just then to determine. It is, however, certain that she smiled in the
direction of the shoulders he was peeping over; and with a modest con-
sciousness that she had meant her smile for him, the gallant gentleman
withdrew to the neighbouring refreshment-room, and drank eleven
brimming bumpers of champagne to the memory of those eleven peeps
at his Princess.
An Egyptian Haul.
(From the old Saws of the Nile.)
The following curious question aud answer, throwing a strong light
upon the social habits of the subjects of the Pharaohs, has been trans-
lated from some lately discovered hieroglyphics. The question is—
Why is an Egyptian Son remarkable for his filial affection P
To which is appended the answer,—
Because after the decease of his Pappy, he takes such care of his
Mummy.
MUSICAL NOTES.
An Eminent Musician, possessing a most sensitive ear, departed this
life, suddenly, on hearing a sharp played instead of a flat. Musical
verdict, “Accidental” death. Let us remark once for all that the
Music of the Spheres is led by a lightning conductor, who is, we should
imagine, rather a flashy sort of gentleman.
VEALLAINOUS!
A Distinguished Cosmopolite, the other day, was telling a friend
that he admired continental feeding, adding that he should be glad to
know at what Parisian hostelrie they never served up beef and mutton ?
“ Why,” answered his companion, “ The Hotel de Yeal, of course.”