DOI issue:
October 8, 1864
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16874#0157
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[October 8, 1864.
some kind of religious teacher—there are several of the class here, who
break out at the shortest notice. But I observed symptoms of an
intention to annotate the sermon with the remains of certain deceased
herrings, so I darted up an inclined plane, at 45° (here called a street)
and vanished. I do not know whence I shall next date, but if you
wait you will know.
Yours defiantly,
Epicurus Rotundus.
FAST YOUNG LADY,
IN PRIVATE CONVERSATION WITH HER LOOKING-GLASS.
“ If I SHOULD MEET AS GOOD LOOKING A FELLA AS YOURSELF, I ’LL
turn Benedick.”
LARGE AND SMALL GERMANS.
Some question has been raised whether the German Society was
quite right in coming forward to provide Miller with legal assistance.
Of course it was. The German Society represents the. great German
nation. Every merely accused person is presumed to be innocent. The
fallaciousness of circumstantial evidence has often been proved. How
is the German Society to know that Mtjller is not as guiltless as the
unborn babe ? But even suppose they believed him to have killed, not
to say murdered, Mr. Briggs. What then? Mr. Briggs was only
an Englishman. How much is an Englishman better than a Dane?
What is one Englishman to thousands of Danes ? Is there any essential
difference between Mr. Briggs’s watch and chain and the duchies of
Schleswig and Holstein ? Is there any difference at all between delibe-
rately and wilfully causing the massacres of Dybbol and Sonderborg to
obtain possession of those duchies, and deliberately and wilfully slaying
Mr. Briggs for the sake of his watch and chain, except the difference
between thousands of Danes and that one Englishman ? It is as yet
doubtful who slew poor Mr. Briggs, but nobody doubts who slew the
poor Danes. Loyalty demands that the Germans should defend the
Xing of Prussia from the same accusation as that alleged against
Muller. Their loyalty would be justly regarded as flunkey ism, if they
had refused to perform the same service for their poor countryman,
Muller, as that which they render their precious King.
VOLUNTEERS.
_ Press Reporters are to form a new corps: they are to be placed on
the same footing as Regulars, and will be known as the Penny-a-line
Regiment.
A REAL AMERICAN POEM.
It has been remarked by people who have nothing to do but to make
remarks (a kind of people we hate), that the American War has pro-
duced no poet. Usually, when a nation is stirred to its heart, the
feelings of that heart find vent in song. But with nothing save the
most blatant doggerel have the American writers as yet celebrated any
of the brave deeds which both sides have performed in the Three Years,
that is. Ninety Days, War.
We have, happily, an exception to make to the general rule. A Poet
has arisen in the North. He is worthy to sing its praises. His latest
outburst has just reached us, and with the purest desire to do justice
to a great and gushing being, we reproduce his work for a world’s
admiration. It matters nothing to Punch that the Poem is an attack
upon England. We can venerate genius, no matter whether it sings
our eulogy or our condemnation. We call on the world to read and
admire the Poem we are going to reprint. The name of the author—
we admit that the name is not euphonious, but is Tufper exactly music,
j or is Close harmony ?—the name is Bungay—George Wharmingpann
j Bungay, of New York. He is, we believe, one of the editors of the
Tribune (Mr. Horace Greeley’s paper), and is a person without
what is vulgarly called education, as appears from an autograph before
us in which he spells August ££ Agust,” and “ certainly ” as lie would
pronounce it, “ ceartainly.” He is also, we understand, the editor of a
New fork “ religious paper,” called the Independent, It is to the
honour of our American brethren that they set little value on a man’s
position or worldly learning, and respectfully submit to his teaching,
j provided the stuff is in him. And that the stuff is in Bungay, let this
noble war-song testify. It is in honour of the Kearsarge, a Federal
j frigate, which it may, even at this distance of time, be remembered,
! sank the Alabama, a Confederate vessel.
“HAIL TO THE KEARSARGE.
“ Hail to the Kearsarge, castle of oak,
And pride of the heaving sea !
Hail to her guns, whose thunder awoke
j The waves, and startled with lightning
stroke
The nations that should be free !
Hail to her captain and crew !
Hail to her banner blue !
Hail to her deathless fame !
Hail to her granite name !
1' Haughty B ritannia no longer can boast
That she rules the ocean waves ;
Her fame is dead, and its sheeted ghost
Stalks discrowned on her chalky coast,
Mocked by Columbia’s braves.
Hail to the queen of the sea !
Hail to the hopes of the free !
Hail to the navy that spoke !
Hail to our hearts of oak !
“ The British lion may cease his roar:
For his darling privateer,
At sea a pirate, a thief on shore.
Now lies a wreck on the ocean floor,
No longer a buccaneer.
Hail to our Yankee tars !
Hail to the stripes and stars !
Hail Winslow, chief of the sea!
Hail to his victory!
“ Cheers !—‘ Two Ninety,’ the robber, is
dead!
And Semmes, the pirate-in-chief,
A swordless coward, defeated, has fled,
Bearing the curse of the sea on his head.
To England, the home of the thief.
Hail to our holy cause !
Hail to our equal laws !
Hail to our peace to be!
Hail to all nations free!
“ George W. Bungay.
We have only to thank Mr. George Wharmingpann Bungay for
the first true poem of the war, and to congratulate the Eederals on
having in their ranks a bard so trumpet-tongued and. fearless. We
rejoice to see the fame of the Marseillaise Hymn, of Korner’s Death-
Song, and of Campbell’s Nelson and the North so nobly emulated hi
the Western world.
THE CONDITION OF THE ARMY MEDICAL OFFICER.
That learned body, the College of Physicians, has appointed, so we
learn, a committee to £t inquire into the condition of the army medical
officers.” We are delighted to hear it, and wish the committee a happy
deliverance in due time: but it occurs to us that the inquiry is some-
what extensive, and not particularly well defined. _ It is, however, clear
i that the investigation has one limit; it cannot be into the conditions ol
the army medical service (the which we regret, for it needs looking into),
since the Fellows would have said so had they meant it. We infer that
| as the College is medical, the committee medical, and the conditions
which they understand medical, this must be a Medical Board inquiry
J into the conditions of the bodies of their brethren, which are at times
! exposed to danger, and into the conditions of their minds under the
wrongs which they suffer; and we hope it will aid in improving the
conditions of their purses.
Ecclesiastical Intelligence.
The Pope is said to be thinking of making Monsignore Manning a
present of a new hat, a red one. The selection of the Doctor for this
gift is understood to hinge on his possessing all the Cardinal virtues.
Who would not wish to be in his shoes, or rather stockings ?
New Name for the Members of the United Kingdom Al-
liance.— Water Babies.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[October 8, 1864.
some kind of religious teacher—there are several of the class here, who
break out at the shortest notice. But I observed symptoms of an
intention to annotate the sermon with the remains of certain deceased
herrings, so I darted up an inclined plane, at 45° (here called a street)
and vanished. I do not know whence I shall next date, but if you
wait you will know.
Yours defiantly,
Epicurus Rotundus.
FAST YOUNG LADY,
IN PRIVATE CONVERSATION WITH HER LOOKING-GLASS.
“ If I SHOULD MEET AS GOOD LOOKING A FELLA AS YOURSELF, I ’LL
turn Benedick.”
LARGE AND SMALL GERMANS.
Some question has been raised whether the German Society was
quite right in coming forward to provide Miller with legal assistance.
Of course it was. The German Society represents the. great German
nation. Every merely accused person is presumed to be innocent. The
fallaciousness of circumstantial evidence has often been proved. How
is the German Society to know that Mtjller is not as guiltless as the
unborn babe ? But even suppose they believed him to have killed, not
to say murdered, Mr. Briggs. What then? Mr. Briggs was only
an Englishman. How much is an Englishman better than a Dane?
What is one Englishman to thousands of Danes ? Is there any essential
difference between Mr. Briggs’s watch and chain and the duchies of
Schleswig and Holstein ? Is there any difference at all between delibe-
rately and wilfully causing the massacres of Dybbol and Sonderborg to
obtain possession of those duchies, and deliberately and wilfully slaying
Mr. Briggs for the sake of his watch and chain, except the difference
between thousands of Danes and that one Englishman ? It is as yet
doubtful who slew poor Mr. Briggs, but nobody doubts who slew the
poor Danes. Loyalty demands that the Germans should defend the
Xing of Prussia from the same accusation as that alleged against
Muller. Their loyalty would be justly regarded as flunkey ism, if they
had refused to perform the same service for their poor countryman,
Muller, as that which they render their precious King.
VOLUNTEERS.
_ Press Reporters are to form a new corps: they are to be placed on
the same footing as Regulars, and will be known as the Penny-a-line
Regiment.
A REAL AMERICAN POEM.
It has been remarked by people who have nothing to do but to make
remarks (a kind of people we hate), that the American War has pro-
duced no poet. Usually, when a nation is stirred to its heart, the
feelings of that heart find vent in song. But with nothing save the
most blatant doggerel have the American writers as yet celebrated any
of the brave deeds which both sides have performed in the Three Years,
that is. Ninety Days, War.
We have, happily, an exception to make to the general rule. A Poet
has arisen in the North. He is worthy to sing its praises. His latest
outburst has just reached us, and with the purest desire to do justice
to a great and gushing being, we reproduce his work for a world’s
admiration. It matters nothing to Punch that the Poem is an attack
upon England. We can venerate genius, no matter whether it sings
our eulogy or our condemnation. We call on the world to read and
admire the Poem we are going to reprint. The name of the author—
we admit that the name is not euphonious, but is Tufper exactly music,
j or is Close harmony ?—the name is Bungay—George Wharmingpann
j Bungay, of New York. He is, we believe, one of the editors of the
Tribune (Mr. Horace Greeley’s paper), and is a person without
what is vulgarly called education, as appears from an autograph before
us in which he spells August ££ Agust,” and “ certainly ” as lie would
pronounce it, “ ceartainly.” He is also, we understand, the editor of a
New fork “ religious paper,” called the Independent, It is to the
honour of our American brethren that they set little value on a man’s
position or worldly learning, and respectfully submit to his teaching,
j provided the stuff is in him. And that the stuff is in Bungay, let this
noble war-song testify. It is in honour of the Kearsarge, a Federal
j frigate, which it may, even at this distance of time, be remembered,
! sank the Alabama, a Confederate vessel.
“HAIL TO THE KEARSARGE.
“ Hail to the Kearsarge, castle of oak,
And pride of the heaving sea !
Hail to her guns, whose thunder awoke
j The waves, and startled with lightning
stroke
The nations that should be free !
Hail to her captain and crew !
Hail to her banner blue !
Hail to her deathless fame !
Hail to her granite name !
1' Haughty B ritannia no longer can boast
That she rules the ocean waves ;
Her fame is dead, and its sheeted ghost
Stalks discrowned on her chalky coast,
Mocked by Columbia’s braves.
Hail to the queen of the sea !
Hail to the hopes of the free !
Hail to the navy that spoke !
Hail to our hearts of oak !
“ The British lion may cease his roar:
For his darling privateer,
At sea a pirate, a thief on shore.
Now lies a wreck on the ocean floor,
No longer a buccaneer.
Hail to our Yankee tars !
Hail to the stripes and stars !
Hail Winslow, chief of the sea!
Hail to his victory!
“ Cheers !—‘ Two Ninety,’ the robber, is
dead!
And Semmes, the pirate-in-chief,
A swordless coward, defeated, has fled,
Bearing the curse of the sea on his head.
To England, the home of the thief.
Hail to our holy cause !
Hail to our equal laws !
Hail to our peace to be!
Hail to all nations free!
“ George W. Bungay.
We have only to thank Mr. George Wharmingpann Bungay for
the first true poem of the war, and to congratulate the Eederals on
having in their ranks a bard so trumpet-tongued and. fearless. We
rejoice to see the fame of the Marseillaise Hymn, of Korner’s Death-
Song, and of Campbell’s Nelson and the North so nobly emulated hi
the Western world.
THE CONDITION OF THE ARMY MEDICAL OFFICER.
That learned body, the College of Physicians, has appointed, so we
learn, a committee to £t inquire into the condition of the army medical
officers.” We are delighted to hear it, and wish the committee a happy
deliverance in due time: but it occurs to us that the inquiry is some-
what extensive, and not particularly well defined. _ It is, however, clear
i that the investigation has one limit; it cannot be into the conditions ol
the army medical service (the which we regret, for it needs looking into),
since the Fellows would have said so had they meant it. We infer that
| as the College is medical, the committee medical, and the conditions
which they understand medical, this must be a Medical Board inquiry
J into the conditions of the bodies of their brethren, which are at times
! exposed to danger, and into the conditions of their minds under the
wrongs which they suffer; and we hope it will aid in improving the
conditions of their purses.
Ecclesiastical Intelligence.
The Pope is said to be thinking of making Monsignore Manning a
present of a new hat, a red one. The selection of the Doctor for this
gift is understood to hinge on his possessing all the Cardinal virtues.
Who would not wish to be in his shoes, or rather stockings ?
New Name for the Members of the United Kingdom Al-
liance.— Water Babies.