DOI issue:
February 10, 1866
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16877#0070
[February 10, 1866.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
MILITARY MANOEUVRE.
Captain Havanner {to Old Gent, who looks as if he would object to Smoking). “ Beg pardon, would you object to Change your
Carriage? Lady here—Large Family—Lots oe Luggage—Young Children—Eldest Boy just through the Measles—Baby
Teething-”
Old Gent {with alacrity). “ Oh, certainly ! certainly ! ”
[Has the satisfaction of seeing the Lady still on the Platform when the Train starts, while the Captain has the Carriage to himself.
THE BOLD GOVERNOR EYRE AND THE BULLS
OF EXETER HALL.
{A Song for the Streets.)
On the right of the Strand, as you walk to the West,
The street of all London the finest and best,
You ’ll see a Greek word on a portico tall:
The building behind it is Exeter Hall.
There people resort to hear spouters abuse
Mahommedans, Catholics, Pagans, and Jews,
Ex-drunkards talk cant, Irish clergymen brawl.
And fanatics howl nonsense in Exeter Hall.
The victim, just now, of its blather and blare,
Is a brave British gentleman, Governor Eyre,
Who, for saving Jamaica with powder and ball,
Has roused all the malice of Exeter Hall.
The Hall has its Pets, whom you must not attack.
And chiefly it pets Quashi-Bungo the black :
And if Quashi-Bungo quotes words from St. Paul,
It’s ready to kiss him, is Exeter Hall.
At times Quashi-Bungo from Scripture refrains.
And chops up white people, and scoops out their brains :
Uprises at once the philanthropist squall,
“ Of course you provoked him,” says Exeter Hall.
For some horrible murders performed by the Pet,
Eyre gave him a lesson he ’ll never forget,
“ You monster, you wretch ! Quashi-Bungo to maul;
“ We ’ll hang you at Newgate,” cries Exeter Hall.
“ We ’ll hear,” says John Bull, “ hold your jabber and row,
I’ve known my old friend, Mr. Eyre, before now.”
“ He’s a Nero, a Jeffreys, a Governor Wall,”
Cries, screaming with passion, mad Exeter Hall.
Now John stops his ears to fanatical spite,
And suspects Quashi-Bungo was served very right,
But he ’ll hear the whole story, not told in the drawl
And spasmodic bewailings of Exeter Hall.
But if, when the tale of Jamaica is told.
The Queen gives her thanks to the Governor bold,
What a bellow will burst from the favourite stall
Of the big bulls of Bashan in Exeter Hall!
GOOD NEWS.
There is some hope for an end of the Rinderpest at last. The cows
have taken up the subject. We rejoice to find, from a Bristol paper,
that they have called a meeting. Here is the advertisement, and we
hope that many influential cows will attend:—
“ VTOTICE.—A MEETING OF THE MILK-PRODUCERS in and
J-N around the City of Bristol will he holden in the Large Room at the BUNG H
OP GRAPES, Nicholas Street, on THURSDAY Next, at Three o’clock in the
Afternoon.”
Ecclesiastical Intelligence.
We have our usual authority to announce that in the contemplated
revision of the Prayer Book, it is proposed to substitute for the Psalter
of Nicholas Brady and Nahum Tate a new version of the Psalms
bv Alfred Tennyson and Robert Browning.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
MILITARY MANOEUVRE.
Captain Havanner {to Old Gent, who looks as if he would object to Smoking). “ Beg pardon, would you object to Change your
Carriage? Lady here—Large Family—Lots oe Luggage—Young Children—Eldest Boy just through the Measles—Baby
Teething-”
Old Gent {with alacrity). “ Oh, certainly ! certainly ! ”
[Has the satisfaction of seeing the Lady still on the Platform when the Train starts, while the Captain has the Carriage to himself.
THE BOLD GOVERNOR EYRE AND THE BULLS
OF EXETER HALL.
{A Song for the Streets.)
On the right of the Strand, as you walk to the West,
The street of all London the finest and best,
You ’ll see a Greek word on a portico tall:
The building behind it is Exeter Hall.
There people resort to hear spouters abuse
Mahommedans, Catholics, Pagans, and Jews,
Ex-drunkards talk cant, Irish clergymen brawl.
And fanatics howl nonsense in Exeter Hall.
The victim, just now, of its blather and blare,
Is a brave British gentleman, Governor Eyre,
Who, for saving Jamaica with powder and ball,
Has roused all the malice of Exeter Hall.
The Hall has its Pets, whom you must not attack.
And chiefly it pets Quashi-Bungo the black :
And if Quashi-Bungo quotes words from St. Paul,
It’s ready to kiss him, is Exeter Hall.
At times Quashi-Bungo from Scripture refrains.
And chops up white people, and scoops out their brains :
Uprises at once the philanthropist squall,
“ Of course you provoked him,” says Exeter Hall.
For some horrible murders performed by the Pet,
Eyre gave him a lesson he ’ll never forget,
“ You monster, you wretch ! Quashi-Bungo to maul;
“ We ’ll hang you at Newgate,” cries Exeter Hall.
“ We ’ll hear,” says John Bull, “ hold your jabber and row,
I’ve known my old friend, Mr. Eyre, before now.”
“ He’s a Nero, a Jeffreys, a Governor Wall,”
Cries, screaming with passion, mad Exeter Hall.
Now John stops his ears to fanatical spite,
And suspects Quashi-Bungo was served very right,
But he ’ll hear the whole story, not told in the drawl
And spasmodic bewailings of Exeter Hall.
But if, when the tale of Jamaica is told.
The Queen gives her thanks to the Governor bold,
What a bellow will burst from the favourite stall
Of the big bulls of Bashan in Exeter Hall!
GOOD NEWS.
There is some hope for an end of the Rinderpest at last. The cows
have taken up the subject. We rejoice to find, from a Bristol paper,
that they have called a meeting. Here is the advertisement, and we
hope that many influential cows will attend:—
“ VTOTICE.—A MEETING OF THE MILK-PRODUCERS in and
J-N around the City of Bristol will he holden in the Large Room at the BUNG H
OP GRAPES, Nicholas Street, on THURSDAY Next, at Three o’clock in the
Afternoon.”
Ecclesiastical Intelligence.
We have our usual authority to announce that in the contemplated
revision of the Prayer Book, it is proposed to substitute for the Psalter
of Nicholas Brady and Nahum Tate a new version of the Psalms
bv Alfred Tennyson and Robert Browning.