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November 7, 1863
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[November 7, 1863.
AN AFFECTIONATE HUSBAND.
Tomkins. “ You are going it, Old Fellow ! Real Turtle, eh? and Venison to follow, eh?"
Jobkins. “ Why, yes—you see it's my Wife’s Birthday ; and as she dines ea,rly, I thought Fd
celebrate the Anniversary in the City.”
YANKEES AND RUSSIANS.
Our friends who identify the cause of the
Federal States with that of liberty, should read
this extract from the Moscow Journal:—
“ RUSSIA.—THE RUSSIAN SQUADRON AT
NEW YORK.
“ Negotiations must be entered into with America, so
that, in case of need, she may be able to reckon upon
us. The more intimate and solid our alliance with
America, the more England will find it to her interest to
keep upon good terms with Russia. The commercial world
in England shuddered at the news of the Russian squadron
having been seen in the Atlantic. Our fleet was useless
to us during the Crimean war, but the eight frigates now
at sea will render us considerable services in the event of
war with the maritime Powers, for they will keep the
Commercial Navies of England and Prance in check.
This is the reason why Russia has dispatched them at
a favour-able time to hold the sea. Our cruisers will find
refuge in the neutral ports of America ; they will be the
terror of the Commercial marine of hostile Powers, and
will compel any such to employ half , their navies in
guarding their merchantmen. ”
They should also consider the words spoken,
according to the Times, when Admiral Les-
soefsky was feasted at Astor House, in propos-
ing the health of the Emperor of Russia, by a
Mr. Brady, who called England “ a detestable
land,5’ and eulogised the Czar for being “abso-
lute as a monarch, and allied to the people of all
countries by his efforts in behalf of the freedom
of his own.” Mr. Brady is probably an Irish
gentleman, who has quitted his native country
in disgust with a Government which fails to
tranquillise it by the same means as those
whereby order reigns at Warsaw. Mr. Beady is
doubtless ashamed of the land of his birth, or
his fathers, which he has renounced for the freer
soil of the Eederal States. He might as well
also change his name, and call himself Mr.
O’Russia.
SHADOWS OE THE WEEK.
It is not often that sporting matters, be they of ever such a
shady nature, find their way into our shadows; but we cannot help
noticing a startling Fact of the Turf, which, from being very regularly
announced in the papers, is now known to the public eye by the myste-
rious title of
Midnight Betting.
What an awful scene must it be! A room dimly lighted, a door-
keeper surveying the candidate for admission through a small grating,
and then, after cautiously opening the door to a short chain’s length,
demanding the secret pass-word known only to the initiated. Every
one, armed with the steel of Gillott, or with a pointed weapon whose
marks are as indelible as the fancied stain upon the little hand of the
Thane of Caudor’s wife, moves stealthily from corner to corner, darkly
whispering, as he passes, to some hooded companion, on whose brow the
weight of more hats than one has left its dull red mark. What do ye
Black and Midnight Hag-glers P Here the trembling novice, still
unconvinced by the Home influences of Mediums, may quail before the
Old Hands and Black legs that glide mysteriously about the room.
’Tis at this witching time of night, that news of the dark horses may
be heard, and, perhaps, at the first cock-crow, the last midnight Bet is
on, and the last midnight Bettors are off.
We have been hearing a great deal about the carelessness on board
the Solent Steamers. The short answers of the officials connected with
these boats to ordinary civil questions, will lead to their name being
changed from the Solent Steamers to the In-solent Steamers.
The Empress Eugenie while in Spain was talking of bringing over
in her special train certain Matadores, Pifadores, Battledores, and other
gentry of a like kidney, for the purpose of getting up a Bull Fight in
Paris. An improvement has been suggested by a very high authority,
namely, that the Matadores shall be Russians, and that the sport for
the spectators shall be a John Bull fight.
There will soon be a tight little Isle to let. Ireland will shortly be
in the market, as the present tenants are leaving for America as
speedily as possible.
A few of the Japanese Princes came the other day to offer peaceful
gifts to one of our officers. The Captain, fearing some treachery, refused
the proffered presents, and turning to his Lieutenant R.N., observed:
“ Timeo Daimios et dona ferentesF The deputation retired much
impressed with their visit to the ships, and specially the scholar-ship ot
this estimable naval officer.
A MILKY WAY TO WRITE.
Mr. Punch is always pleased with true candour. He is particularly
pleased with the true candour of a Mr. Giles Davis, a candidate for
the illustrious situation of member of the Oswestry Town Council.
This individual, if he will allow us to call him so, says, in his address,—
“ I shall be a staunch supporter of any movement towards bringing a good supply
of water to the town, as being a desirable and, I may safely say, an invaluable element
in ensuring protection to property as well as for sanitary, commercial, and other
purposes.”
IN ever mind the English-
be a Vendor of Milk!
-mind this. Mr. Giles Davis happens to
“ The Offence is Rank.”
Would you see a dirty scandal
(Scouted by each honest heart)
Seized as providential handle
To revenge a Patron’s smart.
Would you see how spite infernal
Clutches foulest mud to fling,
Buy the London Yankee Journal—
Morning Star they call the thing.
A Happy Exodus.
In his farewen speech at Manchester, the Rev. H. W. Beecher is
reported to have said that:—
“ All the present majority in the North asked for was that, since they had set
their faces for going to Jerusalem, nobody would stop them."
No one who values peace, and wishes to put an end to bloodshed,
would wish to stop the American war-party from going to Jerusalem.
Every civilised Christian would be glad to hear that they had set their
faces for going to Jerusalem, if he thought they would get there, and
he would rejoice still more to hear that they were going to Jericho.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[November 7, 1863.
AN AFFECTIONATE HUSBAND.
Tomkins. “ You are going it, Old Fellow ! Real Turtle, eh? and Venison to follow, eh?"
Jobkins. “ Why, yes—you see it's my Wife’s Birthday ; and as she dines ea,rly, I thought Fd
celebrate the Anniversary in the City.”
YANKEES AND RUSSIANS.
Our friends who identify the cause of the
Federal States with that of liberty, should read
this extract from the Moscow Journal:—
“ RUSSIA.—THE RUSSIAN SQUADRON AT
NEW YORK.
“ Negotiations must be entered into with America, so
that, in case of need, she may be able to reckon upon
us. The more intimate and solid our alliance with
America, the more England will find it to her interest to
keep upon good terms with Russia. The commercial world
in England shuddered at the news of the Russian squadron
having been seen in the Atlantic. Our fleet was useless
to us during the Crimean war, but the eight frigates now
at sea will render us considerable services in the event of
war with the maritime Powers, for they will keep the
Commercial Navies of England and Prance in check.
This is the reason why Russia has dispatched them at
a favour-able time to hold the sea. Our cruisers will find
refuge in the neutral ports of America ; they will be the
terror of the Commercial marine of hostile Powers, and
will compel any such to employ half , their navies in
guarding their merchantmen. ”
They should also consider the words spoken,
according to the Times, when Admiral Les-
soefsky was feasted at Astor House, in propos-
ing the health of the Emperor of Russia, by a
Mr. Brady, who called England “ a detestable
land,5’ and eulogised the Czar for being “abso-
lute as a monarch, and allied to the people of all
countries by his efforts in behalf of the freedom
of his own.” Mr. Brady is probably an Irish
gentleman, who has quitted his native country
in disgust with a Government which fails to
tranquillise it by the same means as those
whereby order reigns at Warsaw. Mr. Beady is
doubtless ashamed of the land of his birth, or
his fathers, which he has renounced for the freer
soil of the Eederal States. He might as well
also change his name, and call himself Mr.
O’Russia.
SHADOWS OE THE WEEK.
It is not often that sporting matters, be they of ever such a
shady nature, find their way into our shadows; but we cannot help
noticing a startling Fact of the Turf, which, from being very regularly
announced in the papers, is now known to the public eye by the myste-
rious title of
Midnight Betting.
What an awful scene must it be! A room dimly lighted, a door-
keeper surveying the candidate for admission through a small grating,
and then, after cautiously opening the door to a short chain’s length,
demanding the secret pass-word known only to the initiated. Every
one, armed with the steel of Gillott, or with a pointed weapon whose
marks are as indelible as the fancied stain upon the little hand of the
Thane of Caudor’s wife, moves stealthily from corner to corner, darkly
whispering, as he passes, to some hooded companion, on whose brow the
weight of more hats than one has left its dull red mark. What do ye
Black and Midnight Hag-glers P Here the trembling novice, still
unconvinced by the Home influences of Mediums, may quail before the
Old Hands and Black legs that glide mysteriously about the room.
’Tis at this witching time of night, that news of the dark horses may
be heard, and, perhaps, at the first cock-crow, the last midnight Bet is
on, and the last midnight Bettors are off.
We have been hearing a great deal about the carelessness on board
the Solent Steamers. The short answers of the officials connected with
these boats to ordinary civil questions, will lead to their name being
changed from the Solent Steamers to the In-solent Steamers.
The Empress Eugenie while in Spain was talking of bringing over
in her special train certain Matadores, Pifadores, Battledores, and other
gentry of a like kidney, for the purpose of getting up a Bull Fight in
Paris. An improvement has been suggested by a very high authority,
namely, that the Matadores shall be Russians, and that the sport for
the spectators shall be a John Bull fight.
There will soon be a tight little Isle to let. Ireland will shortly be
in the market, as the present tenants are leaving for America as
speedily as possible.
A few of the Japanese Princes came the other day to offer peaceful
gifts to one of our officers. The Captain, fearing some treachery, refused
the proffered presents, and turning to his Lieutenant R.N., observed:
“ Timeo Daimios et dona ferentesF The deputation retired much
impressed with their visit to the ships, and specially the scholar-ship ot
this estimable naval officer.
A MILKY WAY TO WRITE.
Mr. Punch is always pleased with true candour. He is particularly
pleased with the true candour of a Mr. Giles Davis, a candidate for
the illustrious situation of member of the Oswestry Town Council.
This individual, if he will allow us to call him so, says, in his address,—
“ I shall be a staunch supporter of any movement towards bringing a good supply
of water to the town, as being a desirable and, I may safely say, an invaluable element
in ensuring protection to property as well as for sanitary, commercial, and other
purposes.”
IN ever mind the English-
be a Vendor of Milk!
-mind this. Mr. Giles Davis happens to
“ The Offence is Rank.”
Would you see a dirty scandal
(Scouted by each honest heart)
Seized as providential handle
To revenge a Patron’s smart.
Would you see how spite infernal
Clutches foulest mud to fling,
Buy the London Yankee Journal—
Morning Star they call the thing.
A Happy Exodus.
In his farewen speech at Manchester, the Rev. H. W. Beecher is
reported to have said that:—
“ All the present majority in the North asked for was that, since they had set
their faces for going to Jerusalem, nobody would stop them."
No one who values peace, and wishes to put an end to bloodshed,
would wish to stop the American war-party from going to Jerusalem.
Every civilised Christian would be glad to hear that they had set their
faces for going to Jerusalem, if he thought they would get there, and
he would rejoice still more to hear that they were going to Jericho.