DOI issue:
August 20, 1864
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16874#0088
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 20, 1864.
REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF THE FORCE OF HABIT.
What is this? Why, this is young Subbleton, of the —th, just home from India, and who, in the course of a Tedious
Voyage, has got so accustomed to being “ Rocked in the Cradle of the Deer,” that he can’t go to Sleep without the above
little Illusion being practised outside his Door for an hour or so every night.
[N.B. Buttons is up-stairs overhead, dragging the Fire-Irons about the floor, and blowing a Bog-whistle at intervals.
THE BUTTERCUP AND DAISY LEAGUE,
There is in the music-shop windows on sale a vulgar song, entitled
“I’d choose to le a Daisy F Its title, however, is suggestive, and has,
in fact, helped to suggest a proposal which may happily find favour.
Tor the rest, this suggestion is derived from a paragraph in the Times,
stating the threatened destruction, and the attempt in progress at the
rescue, of a beautiful meadow, forming part of the view from Carisbrook
Castle in the Isle of Wight. “ Gently sweeping from the carriage road
below, down to the placid mill-stream, is a flowery meadow, ‘ever
blooming fresh and fair,’ and studded with luxuriant elms ; beyond the
stream are the smiling gardens and verdant lawns of the west end of the
village of Carisbrooke.” Such is the reporter’s account of this piece of
“charming rural scenery,” which goes by the name of the “ Volunteer
Field,” having been bought, half-a-century ago, by the Volunteer
officers of the Isle of Wight, out of their pay, applied by them “to
Volunteer and charitable purposes.” For these purposes, the money
and the land were vested in trustees; but the money all went smash in
a local bank some time ago, and it turned out, the other day, that
“ arrangements ” had “ been made for letting the land on ground-rents
for building purposes.” No wonder that “ at Newport and everywhere
throughout the island, the project for carrying out this work of destruc-
tion has called forth strong feelings of disapprobation.” The only
wonder is that a project for spoiling a part of the Isle of Wight was
ever listened to by the Trustee of the land, who is no Snob, but Sir
Henry Oglander, whose ancestors came in with the Conqueror. It
is as hard to conceive an old English baronet acceding to such a scheme
as to fancy Fauns and Dryads consenting to the felling of timber. And
yet we have to fight for Hampstead Heath against Sir Thomas Maryon
Wilson.
However, Sir Henry Oglander is not Sir Thomas Wilson, nor
is a Trustee who acts in the interest of others, like a proprietor who
simply consults his own. Sir Henry Oglander is a gentleman ; and
if the fine old blood had stagnated, and induced a lethargy of soul, it
was stirred up by a deputation from the Newport Town Council, that
waited on him “ with the view of setting before him the destruction of
rural scenery which the inroad of bricks and mortar would involve,
and inducing him to abandon the project.” He promised to do all he
could to meet the wishes of the Newport people. JBut “ a portion of the
land has been already let.” May the larger part be saved from the
defacing clutches of the speculative builder!
The song, “I’d choose to be a Daisy’’ associated with the foregoing
particulars, has suggested the foundation of a Society for the defence
of Woods, Forests, Commons, Moors, and all other wild and beautiful
places, from enclosure, agriculture, and bricks and mortar. This league
for the preservation of English scenery will call itself “ The Buttercups
and Daisies.” ,
It is not good even for grocers, cheesemongers, butchers, bakers,
linendrapers, tailors, and shoemakers, that the beauty of the country
adjacent to their shops should be ruined; spiritually it is bad for them,
and financially also. The Isle of Wight has been called the Garden of
England. What sort of customers will its shopkeepers get when the
parterres and flower beds of this garden are covered with bricks and
mortar ? Even the haberdasher and huckster may, with an enlightened
eye to business, if the association above proposed should be organised,
be disposed to become a Buttercup and choose to be a Daisy. *
Military.
There are {on dit) to be Vivandieres appointed to the Scotch
regiments. So delighted were the men at the intelligence, that the
Band and Bagpipes immediately struck up, “ The Camp-belles are
coming ! ” __
For Convalescents.—Riding and Walking Combined.—Equestrian
exercise soon sets a man on his legs.
Sportsman’s Book of Melodies for August.—Moor’s.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 20, 1864.
REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF THE FORCE OF HABIT.
What is this? Why, this is young Subbleton, of the —th, just home from India, and who, in the course of a Tedious
Voyage, has got so accustomed to being “ Rocked in the Cradle of the Deer,” that he can’t go to Sleep without the above
little Illusion being practised outside his Door for an hour or so every night.
[N.B. Buttons is up-stairs overhead, dragging the Fire-Irons about the floor, and blowing a Bog-whistle at intervals.
THE BUTTERCUP AND DAISY LEAGUE,
There is in the music-shop windows on sale a vulgar song, entitled
“I’d choose to le a Daisy F Its title, however, is suggestive, and has,
in fact, helped to suggest a proposal which may happily find favour.
Tor the rest, this suggestion is derived from a paragraph in the Times,
stating the threatened destruction, and the attempt in progress at the
rescue, of a beautiful meadow, forming part of the view from Carisbrook
Castle in the Isle of Wight. “ Gently sweeping from the carriage road
below, down to the placid mill-stream, is a flowery meadow, ‘ever
blooming fresh and fair,’ and studded with luxuriant elms ; beyond the
stream are the smiling gardens and verdant lawns of the west end of the
village of Carisbrooke.” Such is the reporter’s account of this piece of
“charming rural scenery,” which goes by the name of the “ Volunteer
Field,” having been bought, half-a-century ago, by the Volunteer
officers of the Isle of Wight, out of their pay, applied by them “to
Volunteer and charitable purposes.” For these purposes, the money
and the land were vested in trustees; but the money all went smash in
a local bank some time ago, and it turned out, the other day, that
“ arrangements ” had “ been made for letting the land on ground-rents
for building purposes.” No wonder that “ at Newport and everywhere
throughout the island, the project for carrying out this work of destruc-
tion has called forth strong feelings of disapprobation.” The only
wonder is that a project for spoiling a part of the Isle of Wight was
ever listened to by the Trustee of the land, who is no Snob, but Sir
Henry Oglander, whose ancestors came in with the Conqueror. It
is as hard to conceive an old English baronet acceding to such a scheme
as to fancy Fauns and Dryads consenting to the felling of timber. And
yet we have to fight for Hampstead Heath against Sir Thomas Maryon
Wilson.
However, Sir Henry Oglander is not Sir Thomas Wilson, nor
is a Trustee who acts in the interest of others, like a proprietor who
simply consults his own. Sir Henry Oglander is a gentleman ; and
if the fine old blood had stagnated, and induced a lethargy of soul, it
was stirred up by a deputation from the Newport Town Council, that
waited on him “ with the view of setting before him the destruction of
rural scenery which the inroad of bricks and mortar would involve,
and inducing him to abandon the project.” He promised to do all he
could to meet the wishes of the Newport people. JBut “ a portion of the
land has been already let.” May the larger part be saved from the
defacing clutches of the speculative builder!
The song, “I’d choose to be a Daisy’’ associated with the foregoing
particulars, has suggested the foundation of a Society for the defence
of Woods, Forests, Commons, Moors, and all other wild and beautiful
places, from enclosure, agriculture, and bricks and mortar. This league
for the preservation of English scenery will call itself “ The Buttercups
and Daisies.” ,
It is not good even for grocers, cheesemongers, butchers, bakers,
linendrapers, tailors, and shoemakers, that the beauty of the country
adjacent to their shops should be ruined; spiritually it is bad for them,
and financially also. The Isle of Wight has been called the Garden of
England. What sort of customers will its shopkeepers get when the
parterres and flower beds of this garden are covered with bricks and
mortar ? Even the haberdasher and huckster may, with an enlightened
eye to business, if the association above proposed should be organised,
be disposed to become a Buttercup and choose to be a Daisy. *
Military.
There are {on dit) to be Vivandieres appointed to the Scotch
regiments. So delighted were the men at the intelligence, that the
Band and Bagpipes immediately struck up, “ The Camp-belles are
coming ! ” __
For Convalescents.—Riding and Walking Combined.—Equestrian
exercise soon sets a man on his legs.
Sportsman’s Book of Melodies for August.—Moor’s.