DOI issue:
May 14, 1864
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16873#0214
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POOR OLD DEARS!
Our dear old friends, Mesdames Gamp and Harris, continue to scold
us in the most outrageous manner; and though we assure these ladies,
with tears in our fine eyes, that nothing from them can make us angry
—we owe them too much—we cannot help feeling their unkyindness.
Rut for Mr. Punch, who would know that such organs of the Great
Conservative Party were in existence ? When the very chiefs of the
G. C. Party repudiate the poor old women, simply because they have
grown aged and a little discursive, is it not chivalrous in Mr. Punch to
uphold the bewildered matrons, and to insist upon honour being shown
to their grey hairs ? Dear Gamp and Harris, yon do not know what
pains Punch takes for you. He has repeatedly, in private (for he is
very intimate with all clever folk), reproached some of the best of the
Conservative lot for the scorn or neglect with which they treat the
Conservative press; and what is the constant answer? “Hold your
tongue, you cynic, won’t you ! We can’t get any clever fellows to go
the whole hog with us, and what’s the use of these twaddling, emo-
tional, Sword-of-Gideon beggars ? ” The language is not refined, but a
certain licence is permitted to the angry. Mr. Punch has replied,
sweetly, that a Party claiming half the Commons, and two-thirds of the
Lords, and no end of parsons, squires, and beadles, ought to have an
Organ, and that organ should play authorised music. Presh abuse, too
painful to set down, has been the result, and Mr. Punch has even been
informed that he takes an unfair political advantage in attacking the
lories for anything that Gamp and Harris may “cackle.” Yes, cackle
was the coarse word; and when Lord ****** reads this, let him
blusL. But Mr. Punch does not mean to desert his dear old women.
'' hat—an old woman must not be cast away,” says Dryden. And
tor the dear angry old souls’ complaint that Mr. Punch makes “ no
tun out of the “ humiliated honour of England,” and the British Lion
crouching miserably at the heels of the French poodle, all he answers
is, \\ ait a bit. Wait till the Tories come in, and then we will have fun
enough and to spare. Mr. Punch has put them out twice within the
last ten years, but the way he will do it when they come in again shall
even make Mrs. Gamp and Mrs. Harris crack their old staylaces and
meeze themselves into fits of laughter. Bless the old dears !
THE SEVEN SLEEPERS IN TROUBLE.
That England is the land of liberty, what foreigner will doubt who
reads the subjoined paragraph from the Times ?—
“ A New Crime.—On Tuesday morning seven gipsies were charged, before the j
Rev. Uriah Tonkin, at Hayle (Cornwall), with sleeping under tents, and were each
committed to 21 days’ imprisonment in the county gaol, with hard labour. The
party consisted of mother and six children, aged 20, 16, 15, 13,10, and 8 years.”
The punishment of twenty-one days’ imprisonment and hard labour
is one which is very terrible to evil-doers. A thief would much rather
“ have three months.” An imprisonment of twenty-one days, with hard
labour, is also imprisonment with hard fare—imprisonment on a diet so
low as to be insufficient to support life for a much longer period. Such
a punishment as this is well calculated to impress upon gipsies, and
especially gipsies of ten and eight years of age, the illegality of sleeping
under tents, if that repose is illegal, which it must be, or else the Rev.
Uriah Tonkin had better be relieved of the office of administering
what he imagines to be justice. Let us hope that the incarceration, by
the fiat of that worshipful and reverend gentleman, of a mother and her
six offending children, for taking the liberty of passing the night after
the manner of the patriarch Arraham and his family, will operate as a
salutary example on unthinking persons of the better orders who do not
mind what they are about when engaged hi a pic-nic under the shelter !
afforded by Messrs. Edgington.
The King of Prussia’s Triumphal Song.
{Adapted from North-Country rhyme.)
There’s Germany, Francis, and I,
Three great lusty men,
We’ve wholloped a poor little bairn
Till it couldn’t get up of its sen.
Said at the Academy.—Punch doesn’t care who said it. It was
extremely rude to call the Commission on Capital Punishments thf
Hanging Committee.
206
PUNCH OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[May 14, 1864.
SERVANTGAL1SM IN AUSTRALIA.—A FACT.
Domestic. “If you Please, ’M, I have an Hour to Spare, and I’m a-goin’ to Try my New ’Orse ! ”
I
POOR OLD DEARS!
Our dear old friends, Mesdames Gamp and Harris, continue to scold
us in the most outrageous manner; and though we assure these ladies,
with tears in our fine eyes, that nothing from them can make us angry
—we owe them too much—we cannot help feeling their unkyindness.
Rut for Mr. Punch, who would know that such organs of the Great
Conservative Party were in existence ? When the very chiefs of the
G. C. Party repudiate the poor old women, simply because they have
grown aged and a little discursive, is it not chivalrous in Mr. Punch to
uphold the bewildered matrons, and to insist upon honour being shown
to their grey hairs ? Dear Gamp and Harris, yon do not know what
pains Punch takes for you. He has repeatedly, in private (for he is
very intimate with all clever folk), reproached some of the best of the
Conservative lot for the scorn or neglect with which they treat the
Conservative press; and what is the constant answer? “Hold your
tongue, you cynic, won’t you ! We can’t get any clever fellows to go
the whole hog with us, and what’s the use of these twaddling, emo-
tional, Sword-of-Gideon beggars ? ” The language is not refined, but a
certain licence is permitted to the angry. Mr. Punch has replied,
sweetly, that a Party claiming half the Commons, and two-thirds of the
Lords, and no end of parsons, squires, and beadles, ought to have an
Organ, and that organ should play authorised music. Presh abuse, too
painful to set down, has been the result, and Mr. Punch has even been
informed that he takes an unfair political advantage in attacking the
lories for anything that Gamp and Harris may “cackle.” Yes, cackle
was the coarse word; and when Lord ****** reads this, let him
blusL. But Mr. Punch does not mean to desert his dear old women.
'' hat—an old woman must not be cast away,” says Dryden. And
tor the dear angry old souls’ complaint that Mr. Punch makes “ no
tun out of the “ humiliated honour of England,” and the British Lion
crouching miserably at the heels of the French poodle, all he answers
is, \\ ait a bit. Wait till the Tories come in, and then we will have fun
enough and to spare. Mr. Punch has put them out twice within the
last ten years, but the way he will do it when they come in again shall
even make Mrs. Gamp and Mrs. Harris crack their old staylaces and
meeze themselves into fits of laughter. Bless the old dears !
THE SEVEN SLEEPERS IN TROUBLE.
That England is the land of liberty, what foreigner will doubt who
reads the subjoined paragraph from the Times ?—
“ A New Crime.—On Tuesday morning seven gipsies were charged, before the j
Rev. Uriah Tonkin, at Hayle (Cornwall), with sleeping under tents, and were each
committed to 21 days’ imprisonment in the county gaol, with hard labour. The
party consisted of mother and six children, aged 20, 16, 15, 13,10, and 8 years.”
The punishment of twenty-one days’ imprisonment and hard labour
is one which is very terrible to evil-doers. A thief would much rather
“ have three months.” An imprisonment of twenty-one days, with hard
labour, is also imprisonment with hard fare—imprisonment on a diet so
low as to be insufficient to support life for a much longer period. Such
a punishment as this is well calculated to impress upon gipsies, and
especially gipsies of ten and eight years of age, the illegality of sleeping
under tents, if that repose is illegal, which it must be, or else the Rev.
Uriah Tonkin had better be relieved of the office of administering
what he imagines to be justice. Let us hope that the incarceration, by
the fiat of that worshipful and reverend gentleman, of a mother and her
six offending children, for taking the liberty of passing the night after
the manner of the patriarch Arraham and his family, will operate as a
salutary example on unthinking persons of the better orders who do not
mind what they are about when engaged hi a pic-nic under the shelter !
afforded by Messrs. Edgington.
The King of Prussia’s Triumphal Song.
{Adapted from North-Country rhyme.)
There’s Germany, Francis, and I,
Three great lusty men,
We’ve wholloped a poor little bairn
Till it couldn’t get up of its sen.
Said at the Academy.—Punch doesn’t care who said it. It was
extremely rude to call the Commission on Capital Punishments thf
Hanging Committee.
206
PUNCH OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[May 14, 1864.
SERVANTGAL1SM IN AUSTRALIA.—A FACT.
Domestic. “If you Please, ’M, I have an Hour to Spare, and I’m a-goin’ to Try my New ’Orse ! ”