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September 30, 1865.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
129
A VOICE FROM THE SPIRIT-WOOLSACK.
J lllii.Y"\ dmirable Punch,
The following com-
munications were re-
ceived letter by letter,
in the presence of a nu-
INKSHjSXiTl\ ^ merous assembly, at the
j\i Spiritual Lyceum, from
Hi Hill » a deceased lawyer and
statesman of eminence,
who, during his life in
the form, was a steadfast
anti-Reformer.
Is there any Spirit
present ? Yes.
When did you die ? In
1838.
Are you personally
known to any one here?
No.
Are you affected with
grief? Sorely.
With any other painful
emotions ? Indignation.
Anger. Disgust.
At what ? Act 28th and
29th of Victoria, cap. 92.
Will you please to ex-
plain ? County Courts
Equitable Jurisdiction
Bill.
Why are you so ex-
tremely vexed with that
measure ? It transfers to
a great extent, all the
powers and authority of
the High Court of Chan-
cery to the County Courts. It gives the County Courts jurisdiction in nearly all suits of
Equity wherein the estate or fund in question does not exceed the value of £500. It lowers
Equity to a vulgar le —
What business is that of yours? Chancery
business.
Was that your business in life ? Yes.
What is there that annoys you in Chancery
Reform ? Innovation. Debasement.
Will you give your name ? El—
Ellenborough ? Ass! He was Lord Chief
Justice.
What were you? Lord High Chancellor.
When? From 1801 to 1806. Twenty years.
How do you mean ? Afterwards, from 1807 to
1827.
Can you spell out your name now? Blockhead.
Is that your name ? No, yours !
Will the dear spirit be so kind as to give his
real name ? John Scott Lord.
Was your name Lord ? Eldon.
That-was your title. Had you any other ?
They called me Old Bags.
Can we do anything for you? Support Derby
and Dizzy.
I have the assurance to subscribe myself, Mr.
Punch,
Faithfully yours,
Veritas.
How to Dress your Shop-Window.
Here is pomp and vanity, worldly show, and
ostentation for you !—
“ A cake of gold, weighing 1312 ounces, the produce of
300 tons of quartz, has been exhibited in the window of
the Oriental Bank at Bendigo.”
Mr. Punch is not obliged to resort to any such
meretricious means. His art of attracting atten-
tion is simple, ingenuous, and yet irresistible.
He has only to put a number of his periodical in
the window, and look at the tremendous crowds
that are drawn there instantly ! The truth is,
a number of Punch is worth any amount of
gold.
srcP
Down here, blazii -
“L - ~ TT til A H
— o
or there would have
or he ’d ha’ got at ’<
I’d killed them. 1
of life when I shoot.
I owned, candidly,
adduced the follow I
Reasons why I d
up so suddenly: b
caught in my cuff,
very awkward thinf
till it was too late,
you ’re uncertain, j
which looked to n
similar reason. At
not shooting at it.
afraid of turning ai
was just behind, c
count this as a b
^ 03
i. SI
u O
— 00
— N
I o
— CO
— LO
— ^
— CO
CD
5
o3
(5
O
have hurt the dog —
anyone to kill a hi— c\i
i O
m
E E
— o
m
any artist that knows anything about fore-shortening, and then tell me
where you ’ll hit him.
But the other Hare that ran toy cur right? I forgot that I had a second
barrel loaded. When I remembered it, he’d gone.
How about those two rabbits just outside the copse? The gun, some-
how, just jerked itself up as I was firing. I think I was too long over
my aim. I can’t shoot with a cigar in my mouth, and the smoke got in
my eye. I made one good shot coming home, though; I saw a rabbit
sitting in a pathway, I crept up to a gate whereon I rested my gun and
took a beautiful shot. There was no doubt about his being killed, and
well killed too, as I could find nothing of him but his head, one leg, and
a tail.
I shall soon get into practice, and will send you some partridges up
| to London. In the mean time get some in London and send ’em to me
down here.
O
oo
O
C\J
O
A Singular View of French. Literature.
An English lady, who has read more Erench novels, perhaps, than
any one sise, says that she knows but of one moral writer in the whole
range of the romantic literature of France, and that is Alphonse Karr.
In this instance, then, it is the proper thing to exclaim “ A. K.,”—in
other words, “ all correct.”
INNOCENT CREATURE!
An old lady wonders that, when the thread of the Atlantic cable was
broken, the Great Eastern didn’t give a tack or two, and so repair it.
Her wonder is all the greater, as she was assured they had a very good
needle on board.
Mr. Punch Acts as Godfather.
So many eminent American actors and actresses have recently appeared
at the Adelphi—to say nothing of the names of Webster and Jepfreson,
reminding us of two great presidential celebrities—that we think it
would only be right, and complimentary to our Transatlantic cousins,
to rechristen it, and to call it henceforth “ The Philadelphia Theatre.”
NORTHERN MYTHOLOGY.
“ A Chieftain to the Highlands boundP-
-Prometheus.
Vol. 49.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
129
A VOICE FROM THE SPIRIT-WOOLSACK.
J lllii.Y"\ dmirable Punch,
The following com-
munications were re-
ceived letter by letter,
in the presence of a nu-
INKSHjSXiTl\ ^ merous assembly, at the
j\i Spiritual Lyceum, from
Hi Hill » a deceased lawyer and
statesman of eminence,
who, during his life in
the form, was a steadfast
anti-Reformer.
Is there any Spirit
present ? Yes.
When did you die ? In
1838.
Are you personally
known to any one here?
No.
Are you affected with
grief? Sorely.
With any other painful
emotions ? Indignation.
Anger. Disgust.
At what ? Act 28th and
29th of Victoria, cap. 92.
Will you please to ex-
plain ? County Courts
Equitable Jurisdiction
Bill.
Why are you so ex-
tremely vexed with that
measure ? It transfers to
a great extent, all the
powers and authority of
the High Court of Chan-
cery to the County Courts. It gives the County Courts jurisdiction in nearly all suits of
Equity wherein the estate or fund in question does not exceed the value of £500. It lowers
Equity to a vulgar le —
What business is that of yours? Chancery
business.
Was that your business in life ? Yes.
What is there that annoys you in Chancery
Reform ? Innovation. Debasement.
Will you give your name ? El—
Ellenborough ? Ass! He was Lord Chief
Justice.
What were you? Lord High Chancellor.
When? From 1801 to 1806. Twenty years.
How do you mean ? Afterwards, from 1807 to
1827.
Can you spell out your name now? Blockhead.
Is that your name ? No, yours !
Will the dear spirit be so kind as to give his
real name ? John Scott Lord.
Was your name Lord ? Eldon.
That-was your title. Had you any other ?
They called me Old Bags.
Can we do anything for you? Support Derby
and Dizzy.
I have the assurance to subscribe myself, Mr.
Punch,
Faithfully yours,
Veritas.
How to Dress your Shop-Window.
Here is pomp and vanity, worldly show, and
ostentation for you !—
“ A cake of gold, weighing 1312 ounces, the produce of
300 tons of quartz, has been exhibited in the window of
the Oriental Bank at Bendigo.”
Mr. Punch is not obliged to resort to any such
meretricious means. His art of attracting atten-
tion is simple, ingenuous, and yet irresistible.
He has only to put a number of his periodical in
the window, and look at the tremendous crowds
that are drawn there instantly ! The truth is,
a number of Punch is worth any amount of
gold.
srcP
Down here, blazii -
“L - ~ TT til A H
— o
or there would have
or he ’d ha’ got at ’<
I’d killed them. 1
of life when I shoot.
I owned, candidly,
adduced the follow I
Reasons why I d
up so suddenly: b
caught in my cuff,
very awkward thinf
till it was too late,
you ’re uncertain, j
which looked to n
similar reason. At
not shooting at it.
afraid of turning ai
was just behind, c
count this as a b
^ 03
i. SI
u O
— 00
— N
I o
— CO
— LO
— ^
— CO
CD
5
o3
(5
O
have hurt the dog —
anyone to kill a hi— c\i
i O
m
E E
— o
m
any artist that knows anything about fore-shortening, and then tell me
where you ’ll hit him.
But the other Hare that ran toy cur right? I forgot that I had a second
barrel loaded. When I remembered it, he’d gone.
How about those two rabbits just outside the copse? The gun, some-
how, just jerked itself up as I was firing. I think I was too long over
my aim. I can’t shoot with a cigar in my mouth, and the smoke got in
my eye. I made one good shot coming home, though; I saw a rabbit
sitting in a pathway, I crept up to a gate whereon I rested my gun and
took a beautiful shot. There was no doubt about his being killed, and
well killed too, as I could find nothing of him but his head, one leg, and
a tail.
I shall soon get into practice, and will send you some partridges up
| to London. In the mean time get some in London and send ’em to me
down here.
O
oo
O
C\J
O
A Singular View of French. Literature.
An English lady, who has read more Erench novels, perhaps, than
any one sise, says that she knows but of one moral writer in the whole
range of the romantic literature of France, and that is Alphonse Karr.
In this instance, then, it is the proper thing to exclaim “ A. K.,”—in
other words, “ all correct.”
INNOCENT CREATURE!
An old lady wonders that, when the thread of the Atlantic cable was
broken, the Great Eastern didn’t give a tack or two, and so repair it.
Her wonder is all the greater, as she was assured they had a very good
needle on board.
Mr. Punch Acts as Godfather.
So many eminent American actors and actresses have recently appeared
at the Adelphi—to say nothing of the names of Webster and Jepfreson,
reminding us of two great presidential celebrities—that we think it
would only be right, and complimentary to our Transatlantic cousins,
to rechristen it, and to call it henceforth “ The Philadelphia Theatre.”
NORTHERN MYTHOLOGY.
“ A Chieftain to the Highlands boundP-
-Prometheus.
Vol. 49.