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April 7, 1866
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April 7, 1866.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
141
SPOILING IT.”
Lord Dabbley. “ Wa-al, Streaky, why I've heard—ah—you ’re not going to
—{yawns)—have a Pict-yar at the Exhibition !”
Streaky, R.A. “Haw, very probably not, m’Lord. Well, I think it only—
AH—GRACEFUL, M’LORD, WE SHOULD OCCASIONALLY FOREGO OUR PRIVILEGED SPACE
FOR THE SAKE OF OUR YOUNGER PAINTERS—AH ! BESIDES—I QUESTION IF I SHALL
BE ABLE TO FINISH MY PUBLIC PORTRAITS IN TIME THIS YE-AR! ”
deterred by your menaces, but because I am in no mood
for jocularity.
Pray, Mr. Punch, suggest a remedy for our miseries, and
believe me. Your attached admirer,
A Citizen with Nerves.
[Does our Correspondent mean to say that the above
atrocities were perpetrated in first-class carriages ? If not,
the subject has slight interest for the Duke of Punch and
bis aristocratic readers. But, if such were the case, we
advise that the matter be brought before Parliament on
its re-assembling. Is it for this that Bailway Tyranny is
permitted to ride rough-shod over the British hearth?
Meantime, have “ City Gentlemen” no toes to their boots,
and have carriages no doors for the ejection of tormentors ?]
THE RIGHTS OE THE WORKING MAN.
About the question of Reform,
The public mind appears lukewarm,
And seems to doubt the pending plan
Of extension of the suffrage for the Working Man.
Sing hey, the British Working Man!
Sing ho, the British Working Man !
Extend the suffrage all you can,
By the rule of fair proportion, for the Working Man.
The Working Man! but who is he,
And differs, how, from you and me ?
All men’s conditions if you scan.
There is hardly any fellow not a Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
The Working Man, so called, is one
Whose labour by mere hand is done;
An Operative, Artisan,
Or^Mechanic, is distinctively the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
We lately heard the Working Men
Called “ fellow-creatures,” but, what then P
Why, so’s the grinning African!
That was giving little credit to the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
A good Reform Bill would be meant
All classes well to represent,
But not to give a larger than
His due share in Legislation to the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
GROANS FROM NORTH LONDON.
Sir, Mr. Punch,
“ Travellers all, of every station ” (as Mr. Balfe sings), and I may
add, at every station, as naturally turn to you in the hour of their distress, as they
do in the hour of their joy. Hear a melancholy tale.
The scene is the North London Railway. On Monday last, I got in at Stepney
(you have heard of the Bells of Stepney Sir, and that this is. erroneously supposed
to be the parish of all who are born at sea ?) that I might go to Highbury. I
suppose there is no harm in going to Highbury. Whenever, as the Scotch
say, but I mean as soon as the train was in motion, a lad struck up a tune on a
fiddle, and played three or four old airs very hurriedly and very badly, handed round
his cap, and got out at the first station we came to, to get into another carriage
and repeat the nuisance. Several city gentlemen complained most lustily against
such unwelcome visitors. I thought we were lucky to have got rid of him so
quickly. So I proceeded, in the best of temper, to Dalston, where, by some inge-
nious time-table planning, passengers have to change carriages, and wait ten or
fifteen minutes. There we had a band of niggers, of whom I know that you are
intensely fond.
When at last a train did come, I found I had got into a carriage where there
was a man with a melancholy accordion. He played it, Sir, and begged. Do
you like accordions, Sir ? It happens that I don’t. Do you like beggars, Sir ?
I don’t.
Well, Sir, the next day, going in an opposite direction on the same line, I had
to change my seat three times to avoid the same wretch, with the same instru-
ment of torture. Again I found myself on the Dalston Junction Platform,
where the previous days’ entertainment was varied by having, instead of the
niggers, a little boy and girl, aged about five and six respectively, with a whistle
and some other instrument. Anything more horrible than the noise they made,
I cannot conceive. It must have been instantly fatal to any quantity of old
cows. I abstain from interpolating a Rinderpest joke, it is not because 1 am
Eor him taxation is no joke,
It falls upon his drink and smoke ;
The Income Tax but just began,
In a measure, to exonerate the W’orking Man.
Sing hey, &c.
There’s no prerogative in hand,
Of horny palm to rule the land ;
No virtue drawn from putty, tan,
Bricks and mortar, glue, or sawdust by the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
Above his last, a Cobbler may
Have something in the State to say,
A Tinker, too, above his pan ;
So a hand in making laws allow the Working Man.
Sing hey, &o.
But handicraftsmen’s upper hand,
Will never do to rule this land.
Shall we still match in Freedom’s van ?
Then we never shall be governed by the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
Talking to the Eye.
A Mr. Bell, of Edinburgh, has invented a phonetic
alphabet, the signs of which can be made to constitute visible
speech. This kind of speech will, for the purposes of
argument and persuasion, have a peculiar advantage. Say
what you will in visible speech, everybody will be sure
to see it.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
141
SPOILING IT.”
Lord Dabbley. “ Wa-al, Streaky, why I've heard—ah—you ’re not going to
—{yawns)—have a Pict-yar at the Exhibition !”
Streaky, R.A. “Haw, very probably not, m’Lord. Well, I think it only—
AH—GRACEFUL, M’LORD, WE SHOULD OCCASIONALLY FOREGO OUR PRIVILEGED SPACE
FOR THE SAKE OF OUR YOUNGER PAINTERS—AH ! BESIDES—I QUESTION IF I SHALL
BE ABLE TO FINISH MY PUBLIC PORTRAITS IN TIME THIS YE-AR! ”
deterred by your menaces, but because I am in no mood
for jocularity.
Pray, Mr. Punch, suggest a remedy for our miseries, and
believe me. Your attached admirer,
A Citizen with Nerves.
[Does our Correspondent mean to say that the above
atrocities were perpetrated in first-class carriages ? If not,
the subject has slight interest for the Duke of Punch and
bis aristocratic readers. But, if such were the case, we
advise that the matter be brought before Parliament on
its re-assembling. Is it for this that Bailway Tyranny is
permitted to ride rough-shod over the British hearth?
Meantime, have “ City Gentlemen” no toes to their boots,
and have carriages no doors for the ejection of tormentors ?]
THE RIGHTS OE THE WORKING MAN.
About the question of Reform,
The public mind appears lukewarm,
And seems to doubt the pending plan
Of extension of the suffrage for the Working Man.
Sing hey, the British Working Man!
Sing ho, the British Working Man !
Extend the suffrage all you can,
By the rule of fair proportion, for the Working Man.
The Working Man! but who is he,
And differs, how, from you and me ?
All men’s conditions if you scan.
There is hardly any fellow not a Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
The Working Man, so called, is one
Whose labour by mere hand is done;
An Operative, Artisan,
Or^Mechanic, is distinctively the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
We lately heard the Working Men
Called “ fellow-creatures,” but, what then P
Why, so’s the grinning African!
That was giving little credit to the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
A good Reform Bill would be meant
All classes well to represent,
But not to give a larger than
His due share in Legislation to the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
GROANS FROM NORTH LONDON.
Sir, Mr. Punch,
“ Travellers all, of every station ” (as Mr. Balfe sings), and I may
add, at every station, as naturally turn to you in the hour of their distress, as they
do in the hour of their joy. Hear a melancholy tale.
The scene is the North London Railway. On Monday last, I got in at Stepney
(you have heard of the Bells of Stepney Sir, and that this is. erroneously supposed
to be the parish of all who are born at sea ?) that I might go to Highbury. I
suppose there is no harm in going to Highbury. Whenever, as the Scotch
say, but I mean as soon as the train was in motion, a lad struck up a tune on a
fiddle, and played three or four old airs very hurriedly and very badly, handed round
his cap, and got out at the first station we came to, to get into another carriage
and repeat the nuisance. Several city gentlemen complained most lustily against
such unwelcome visitors. I thought we were lucky to have got rid of him so
quickly. So I proceeded, in the best of temper, to Dalston, where, by some inge-
nious time-table planning, passengers have to change carriages, and wait ten or
fifteen minutes. There we had a band of niggers, of whom I know that you are
intensely fond.
When at last a train did come, I found I had got into a carriage where there
was a man with a melancholy accordion. He played it, Sir, and begged. Do
you like accordions, Sir ? It happens that I don’t. Do you like beggars, Sir ?
I don’t.
Well, Sir, the next day, going in an opposite direction on the same line, I had
to change my seat three times to avoid the same wretch, with the same instru-
ment of torture. Again I found myself on the Dalston Junction Platform,
where the previous days’ entertainment was varied by having, instead of the
niggers, a little boy and girl, aged about five and six respectively, with a whistle
and some other instrument. Anything more horrible than the noise they made,
I cannot conceive. It must have been instantly fatal to any quantity of old
cows. I abstain from interpolating a Rinderpest joke, it is not because 1 am
Eor him taxation is no joke,
It falls upon his drink and smoke ;
The Income Tax but just began,
In a measure, to exonerate the W’orking Man.
Sing hey, &c.
There’s no prerogative in hand,
Of horny palm to rule the land ;
No virtue drawn from putty, tan,
Bricks and mortar, glue, or sawdust by the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
Above his last, a Cobbler may
Have something in the State to say,
A Tinker, too, above his pan ;
So a hand in making laws allow the Working Man.
Sing hey, &o.
But handicraftsmen’s upper hand,
Will never do to rule this land.
Shall we still match in Freedom’s van ?
Then we never shall be governed by the Working Man.
Sing hey, &c.
Talking to the Eye.
A Mr. Bell, of Edinburgh, has invented a phonetic
alphabet, the signs of which can be made to constitute visible
speech. This kind of speech will, for the purposes of
argument and persuasion, have a peculiar advantage. Say
what you will in visible speech, everybody will be sure
to see it.
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