Punch: Punch (46.1864)

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While generous tributes are everywhere paid to the Genius of him who has been suddenly called away in the
fulness of his power and the maturity of his fame, some who have for many years enjoyed the advantage of his
assistance and the delight of his society would simply record that they have lost a dear Friend. At an early period
in the history of this Periodical he became a Contributor to its pages, and he long continued to enrich them, and
though of late he had ceased to give other aid than suggestion and advice, he was a constant member of our
council, and sat with us on the eighth day from that which has saddened England’s Christmas. Let the
brilliancy of his trained intellect, the terrible strength of his satire, the subtlety of his wit, the richness of his
humour, and the catholic range of his calm wisdom, be themes for others: the mourning friends who inscribe
these lines to his memory think of the affectionate nature, the cheerful companionship, the large heart and open
hand, the simple courteousness, and the endearing frankness of a brave, true, honest Gentleman, whom no pen
but his own could depict as those who knew him would desire.

COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON.

Ip we wish to “ see ourselves as others see us,” let us look at
Harper's Weekly, which thus holds up the mirror to us by a recent New
York post:—

“It is to avoid a rupture with the working population that Lord Palmerston
has. refused to recognise the rebels. He doubtless honestly expects to see the
United States destroyed ; and calculates that, when that cheerful catastrophe
occurs, he will crush out democracy in England. We think differently; believing
that we shall succeed, and that our success will lead to more systematic, and at the
same time we trust peaceful efforts for the recognition in Great Britain of the rights
of labour. Time win show which is right. Meanwhile it is right we should under-
stand that it is to the dread of the British working-men that we owe the present
forbearance of the British Government.”

Harper's Weekly calls itself a “ Journal of Civilisation,” and it is quite
clear that this title is pre-eminently deserved by a newspaper which
nretaoes the statement we have quoted by a remark that British work-

men are Great Britain’s “ dangerous classes,” and that they are quite
prepared for revolution if the Government take any steps to recognise
the South. In the case of their so doing, says the Weekly— or the
Weakly—the throne and aristocracy of England would “crumble in an
afternoon,” and the civilising influence of mob-law and its concomitants
would produce that recognition of the rights of labour to which the
Northerners’ success against the Southerners will lead. Then shall we
see the British workman whittling underneath his fig-tree, with a bowie
knife in one hand and a revolver in the other, prepared to make a
“ systematic ” effort to maintain what civilising journals like the Weekly
call his “ rights.”

/"IHORLEY’S FOOD FOR CATTLE, it is said, produces the most
obese effects ; but they are nothing to those caused by taking Punch's Almanack.
“ Laugh and grow fat” is an admitted maxim, and the laughter that is caused by a
glance at Punch’s Almanack is, in its quality of fattening, equivalent to eating turtle
soup six times a-day, besides taking cod liver oil and oyster patties between meals.

Von. 46.