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April 8, 1865
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PUNCH OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
137
A NAUGHTY PAPA.
Young Mother. “Just take him, Charles; you’ve no idea what a Weight
he is ! ”
Paterfamilias. “My dear Girl, what are you thinking op; ten to one I
SHOULD DROP IT DOWN AND BREAK IT TO PIECES.”
A PRETTY JOB FOR A PRINCE.
The office of Mason, performed in laying a foundation
stone, is generally esteemed worthy of a Royal Personage,
and considered to be one which he may with propriety be
requested to accept. Mankind at large may be less unani-
mous in the opinion that a certain other function, of a need-
ful, but also of an unsavoury nature, is one which Princes
may be solicited to undertake consistently with due regard
to their dignity. There was something peculiarly British
in the taste which invited the Prince oe Wales to open
the Southern Main Drainage Works on Tuesday last, by
starting the engine which was then, for the first time, to
deliver their contents into the Thames. This complimen-
tary loyalty is much of a muchness with that which
originally did Her Majesty the honour of naming the
sewer of Victoria Street the Victoria Sewer.
There was a Prince oe Wales who considered him-
self to have “ sounded the very base string of humility ”
when he consorted with a “ leash of drawers.” What
would he have thought of carrying condescension to the
depth of acting in the capacity which his present suc-
cessor deigned to be employed in at the Southern outfall
of main drainage ?
A MARE’S NEST.
We are authorised to contradict the report, that at the
Dinner about to be given to Messrs. Tattebsall by their
equals and betters, the principal dishes, in imitation of a
modern French whim, will consist of horseflesh in various
forms. The rumour was too absurd to rouse the anger of
the gallant Admiral who will take the helm; indeed one of
our most successful jockeys assured us (with a winning
smile) that the tale met with the exact reception it deserved
—a horse-laugh. Who should be saddled with the story is
not clear. Let him rein in his imagination, or Mr. Punch
will give him a bit of his mind.
The musical arrangements for the Dinner are not yet
completed, but it is understood that an eminent vocalist
will sing “ The Stirrup Cup;” and, in the course of the
evening, as the decanters circulate, there will be instru-
mental performances, consisting of galops, &c.
N.B. Nothing so
carte.
vulgar
as “ trotters ” will be in the
Definition of
Miser.
The Happy Mean.” — A Joyful
1L Y A CESAR ET CESAR.
When Rome’s first Caesar, conquest flushed, from Gaul,
Deep-pondering marched o’er the Cisalpine plain.
He whom no stream of slaughter could appal,
Upon the banks of Rubicon drew rein.
Passing that streamlet which athwart his road
Twixt Gaul and Italy as frontier ran
He felt that o’er the barrier-line he strode
Where servant ended, and where chief began.
Our new French Caesar, bound on like emprise
By other arts, came, where there flowed along,
The Rubicon which severs truth from lies,
Sworn faith from perjury, and right from wrong.
Julius had stopt: but Louis, calm and cold,
Nor paused, nor pondered, nor e’er bridle drew,
But reckless how_those bitter waters rolled.
Dashed boldly in, and, dirt-stained, waded through.
Quiddities.
without
scandal is like a knife
For the Old Ladies.—A Tea-party
without a handle.
Words without deeds are like the husks without the seeds.
Features without grace are like a clock without a face.
A Land without the laws is like a cat without her claws.
Life without cheer is like a cellar without beer.
A Master without a cane is like a rider without the rein.
M ■-image without means is like a horse without his beans.
A Man without a wife is like a fork without a knife.
A Quarrel without fighting is like thunder without lightning.
THE EMPIRE OF LETTERS.
Henry the Eighth, it was remarked, wrote with his sceptre:
Napoleon the Third, it may be said, writes with a bayonet. When
his Julius Ccesar was given to the world, it was graciously announced
that writers were “ at liberty ” to criticise the work; indeed, official
organs stated that critics were “ invited ” to say frankly what they
thought of it. Among others, M. Rogeard incautiously accepted the
imperial invitation. He freely spoke his mind about the startling feat
of authorship the Emperor had performed, and he has been sentenced
to five years’ imprisonment for doing so. This is the French notion of
the freedom of the Press. A writer is " invited ” to criticise a book,
and upon accepting, he gets shown into a prison, and is officially pre-
sented with a pair of handcuffs. To represent aright the Liberty of the
Press, costumed a la mode Frangaise, she should be habited in prison
garb, with shackles on her limbs, and at her side should stand a huge
gens-d’arme, with a drawn sword or bayonet pointed at her breast,
while a picture of Cayenne should be prominent in front of her.
Election Intelligence.
The Hon. Captain Grosvenor has been addressing the Westminster
Electors in the Temperance Hall, and it is said that, thirsting for a little
applause, he is going to invite their wives and daughters to the same
place, to partake of “ the cup that cheers, but not ineburyalesP With
a Nobleman—say a Marquis—in the chair, and a brother peer to face
him (Westminster is partial to the Adelphi), success would be certain,
especially if the Leeds people were to spare, just for one evening, Lord
Amberley to act as the Captain’s Lieutenant. How the silk dresses
would rustle with excitement! It cannot be contested that against
such a combination of talent neither Mill, nor Chadwick, nor
Romilly could stand for a moment.
Vol. 48.
5—2
PUNCH OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
137
A NAUGHTY PAPA.
Young Mother. “Just take him, Charles; you’ve no idea what a Weight
he is ! ”
Paterfamilias. “My dear Girl, what are you thinking op; ten to one I
SHOULD DROP IT DOWN AND BREAK IT TO PIECES.”
A PRETTY JOB FOR A PRINCE.
The office of Mason, performed in laying a foundation
stone, is generally esteemed worthy of a Royal Personage,
and considered to be one which he may with propriety be
requested to accept. Mankind at large may be less unani-
mous in the opinion that a certain other function, of a need-
ful, but also of an unsavoury nature, is one which Princes
may be solicited to undertake consistently with due regard
to their dignity. There was something peculiarly British
in the taste which invited the Prince oe Wales to open
the Southern Main Drainage Works on Tuesday last, by
starting the engine which was then, for the first time, to
deliver their contents into the Thames. This complimen-
tary loyalty is much of a muchness with that which
originally did Her Majesty the honour of naming the
sewer of Victoria Street the Victoria Sewer.
There was a Prince oe Wales who considered him-
self to have “ sounded the very base string of humility ”
when he consorted with a “ leash of drawers.” What
would he have thought of carrying condescension to the
depth of acting in the capacity which his present suc-
cessor deigned to be employed in at the Southern outfall
of main drainage ?
A MARE’S NEST.
We are authorised to contradict the report, that at the
Dinner about to be given to Messrs. Tattebsall by their
equals and betters, the principal dishes, in imitation of a
modern French whim, will consist of horseflesh in various
forms. The rumour was too absurd to rouse the anger of
the gallant Admiral who will take the helm; indeed one of
our most successful jockeys assured us (with a winning
smile) that the tale met with the exact reception it deserved
—a horse-laugh. Who should be saddled with the story is
not clear. Let him rein in his imagination, or Mr. Punch
will give him a bit of his mind.
The musical arrangements for the Dinner are not yet
completed, but it is understood that an eminent vocalist
will sing “ The Stirrup Cup;” and, in the course of the
evening, as the decanters circulate, there will be instru-
mental performances, consisting of galops, &c.
N.B. Nothing so
carte.
vulgar
as “ trotters ” will be in the
Definition of
Miser.
The Happy Mean.” — A Joyful
1L Y A CESAR ET CESAR.
When Rome’s first Caesar, conquest flushed, from Gaul,
Deep-pondering marched o’er the Cisalpine plain.
He whom no stream of slaughter could appal,
Upon the banks of Rubicon drew rein.
Passing that streamlet which athwart his road
Twixt Gaul and Italy as frontier ran
He felt that o’er the barrier-line he strode
Where servant ended, and where chief began.
Our new French Caesar, bound on like emprise
By other arts, came, where there flowed along,
The Rubicon which severs truth from lies,
Sworn faith from perjury, and right from wrong.
Julius had stopt: but Louis, calm and cold,
Nor paused, nor pondered, nor e’er bridle drew,
But reckless how_those bitter waters rolled.
Dashed boldly in, and, dirt-stained, waded through.
Quiddities.
without
scandal is like a knife
For the Old Ladies.—A Tea-party
without a handle.
Words without deeds are like the husks without the seeds.
Features without grace are like a clock without a face.
A Land without the laws is like a cat without her claws.
Life without cheer is like a cellar without beer.
A Master without a cane is like a rider without the rein.
M ■-image without means is like a horse without his beans.
A Man without a wife is like a fork without a knife.
A Quarrel without fighting is like thunder without lightning.
THE EMPIRE OF LETTERS.
Henry the Eighth, it was remarked, wrote with his sceptre:
Napoleon the Third, it may be said, writes with a bayonet. When
his Julius Ccesar was given to the world, it was graciously announced
that writers were “ at liberty ” to criticise the work; indeed, official
organs stated that critics were “ invited ” to say frankly what they
thought of it. Among others, M. Rogeard incautiously accepted the
imperial invitation. He freely spoke his mind about the startling feat
of authorship the Emperor had performed, and he has been sentenced
to five years’ imprisonment for doing so. This is the French notion of
the freedom of the Press. A writer is " invited ” to criticise a book,
and upon accepting, he gets shown into a prison, and is officially pre-
sented with a pair of handcuffs. To represent aright the Liberty of the
Press, costumed a la mode Frangaise, she should be habited in prison
garb, with shackles on her limbs, and at her side should stand a huge
gens-d’arme, with a drawn sword or bayonet pointed at her breast,
while a picture of Cayenne should be prominent in front of her.
Election Intelligence.
The Hon. Captain Grosvenor has been addressing the Westminster
Electors in the Temperance Hall, and it is said that, thirsting for a little
applause, he is going to invite their wives and daughters to the same
place, to partake of “ the cup that cheers, but not ineburyalesP With
a Nobleman—say a Marquis—in the chair, and a brother peer to face
him (Westminster is partial to the Adelphi), success would be certain,
especially if the Leeds people were to spare, just for one evening, Lord
Amberley to act as the Captain’s Lieutenant. How the silk dresses
would rustle with excitement! It cannot be contested that against
such a combination of talent neither Mill, nor Chadwick, nor
Romilly could stand for a moment.
Vol. 48.
5—2