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August 4, 1866
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August 4 1866.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
47
CONCLUSIVE.
First Rough. “ Vy, o’ course it’s the People’s Property ! Ain’t it called
‘ ’igh ’ Park, vich o’ course it means yourn an’ ourn ! ”
Second Rough. “ O’ course ! ”
PROM THE SEAT OE WAR.
Our Yague Correspondent, who has now joined our
“Special” at the Seat of War, sends us the following
important intelligence:—
The Wt%r.—Austria and Thingummy have determined to
accept the mediation of Old Whatshisname. The Quad-
rilateral, you know, is in a regular mess. Yalentia * has
been ceded to the Prussians.
_ The fifteen Treaties will be respected. Send me a few
circular notes to go on with. Don’t direct them to your
Special Military, but send them straight to me.
{From our Special Naval Correspondent.)
I went down to see about the Italian Navy, and give you
some particulars. Your Special Military and his assistant
are muffs. They wouldn’t come on board. I dressed my-
self in a cocked hat, and, carrying a white flag, stood on
the shore. Not being acquainted with the Italian language
—that is, not having as yet acquired my usual fluency in it
—I sang to them extracts from Bellini, Rossini, and
Donizetti, giving each of the selections as nautical a tone
as possible. They encored two, and I bowed my acknow-
ledgments from my private shore. I asked them when
the fight was coming off, but it was kept very dark on
account of the authorities ; the whereabouts, however,
could be ascertained at a noted house-of-call in the neigh-
bourhood. By the way, while I’m with the Italians I
must beg of you to give your Correspondents who are
with the Austrians strict orders to tell them (the Austrians)
not to keep firing at me; it’s not fair. I’ve complained
several times, but they will do it. Your Military Correspon-
dent has got a pistol. Tell them to take it away from him ;
he doesn’t know how to use it. I’ve seen him : he is a
horrid ass. Your other Correspondent has got a bayonet ;
I don’t know what he’ll do with it : he’s not safe. It’s
all through them that I didn’t see the fight. I’m
thinking of joining Garibaldi. I shall call him Garry.
I wonder how he’ll like it. If I go to Rome I shall
intrigue for a Cardinalship, and shall come home in a red
hat and stockings. The sea air is doing me a great deal of
good. Tar, tar! The post is just off, so I must conclude.
Don’t forget about your Military Correspondent. Adieu !
* This is news, indeed. Yet our Correspondent says nothing about
the Cable.
Park Railings.—“ Mob Abuse.”
THE MOMENTOUS QUESTION.
Air—“ The Spanish Ladye's Love.”
“ Did you not wink at her when she came in ? Not wink at her? Are you quite
»ure ? ”—See Dr. Russell’s Olmiitz Letter in the Times, Friday, July, 20.
Would you hear of William Russell,
And the serious risks he ran;
As the Special Correspondent
Of the Times—too daring man !
Out from Olmiitz unto Littau when he rode on chevauchie,
And was potted with his comrade, questioned, ta’en a spy to be !
At the hostinec in Littau
Russell drew his bridle-rein;
“ I am hungry, I am thirsty.
Let us halt and take a drain.
And eke of veal a schnitzel, if veal it needs must be—
Por if there’s grub for Austrians, there should be grub for me! ”
The low stube as they entered,
In there tripped a fraulein fair ;
Trim her gloves on taper fingers,
Small her waist, ana smooth her hair.
And dimples among roses showed from underneath her hat,
As down to butter-brod and schinken daintily she sat.
With what followed wherefore bore ye P
Go and read it in the Times;
’Twere to damage Russell’s story,
Ev’n to tell in Punch's rhymes
All the pleasant passages that passed between the pair
Of Special Correspondents, and this fraulein fair.
Till by stern gendarmes arrested,
Haled through Littau’s public square,
Persons, passes, were inspected—
Pishy passes ! Pishy pair!
All their acts and words were told by gruff gendarmes,
All the passage with the ladye, their politeness, and her charms.
In the narrative was mentioned,
How there passed a certain wink;
Whereon Littau’s hoch-be-amter.
Prom the torture did not shrink—
“ Did you, sogenamter Russell, wink upon that fraulein fair P ”
What, wink and tell, Be-amter?—The unmanly query spare.
Yes, Be-amter, it was cruel,
William Russell thus to probe—
Jolliest Special Correspondent
That e’er galloped over globe :
But I know my William, and sometimes I think I think.
Though with honourable intentions, there might have been a wink.
Ah, sweet William, why those blushes
Why this coyness to allow
E’en a Special Correspondent,
To the lovely sex can bow.
With Littau’s Hoch-be-amter we ask—nay, do not shrink,
“Did you not wink at her, William P Are you sure you did not
wink ? ”
The Monster at Monster Meetings.
It is all well for demagogues, convening political meetings in the
Parks, to say that they contemplate the assemblage of peaceful citi-
zens ; but the inhabitants of the neighbourhood to the scene of those
demonstrations generally discover, to their cost, that thev must take
the Rough with the smooth.
The Perruquier’s Paradise.—Wigton.
47
CONCLUSIVE.
First Rough. “ Vy, o’ course it’s the People’s Property ! Ain’t it called
‘ ’igh ’ Park, vich o’ course it means yourn an’ ourn ! ”
Second Rough. “ O’ course ! ”
PROM THE SEAT OE WAR.
Our Yague Correspondent, who has now joined our
“Special” at the Seat of War, sends us the following
important intelligence:—
The Wt%r.—Austria and Thingummy have determined to
accept the mediation of Old Whatshisname. The Quad-
rilateral, you know, is in a regular mess. Yalentia * has
been ceded to the Prussians.
_ The fifteen Treaties will be respected. Send me a few
circular notes to go on with. Don’t direct them to your
Special Military, but send them straight to me.
{From our Special Naval Correspondent.)
I went down to see about the Italian Navy, and give you
some particulars. Your Special Military and his assistant
are muffs. They wouldn’t come on board. I dressed my-
self in a cocked hat, and, carrying a white flag, stood on
the shore. Not being acquainted with the Italian language
—that is, not having as yet acquired my usual fluency in it
—I sang to them extracts from Bellini, Rossini, and
Donizetti, giving each of the selections as nautical a tone
as possible. They encored two, and I bowed my acknow-
ledgments from my private shore. I asked them when
the fight was coming off, but it was kept very dark on
account of the authorities ; the whereabouts, however,
could be ascertained at a noted house-of-call in the neigh-
bourhood. By the way, while I’m with the Italians I
must beg of you to give your Correspondents who are
with the Austrians strict orders to tell them (the Austrians)
not to keep firing at me; it’s not fair. I’ve complained
several times, but they will do it. Your Military Correspon-
dent has got a pistol. Tell them to take it away from him ;
he doesn’t know how to use it. I’ve seen him : he is a
horrid ass. Your other Correspondent has got a bayonet ;
I don’t know what he’ll do with it : he’s not safe. It’s
all through them that I didn’t see the fight. I’m
thinking of joining Garibaldi. I shall call him Garry.
I wonder how he’ll like it. If I go to Rome I shall
intrigue for a Cardinalship, and shall come home in a red
hat and stockings. The sea air is doing me a great deal of
good. Tar, tar! The post is just off, so I must conclude.
Don’t forget about your Military Correspondent. Adieu !
* This is news, indeed. Yet our Correspondent says nothing about
the Cable.
Park Railings.—“ Mob Abuse.”
THE MOMENTOUS QUESTION.
Air—“ The Spanish Ladye's Love.”
“ Did you not wink at her when she came in ? Not wink at her? Are you quite
»ure ? ”—See Dr. Russell’s Olmiitz Letter in the Times, Friday, July, 20.
Would you hear of William Russell,
And the serious risks he ran;
As the Special Correspondent
Of the Times—too daring man !
Out from Olmiitz unto Littau when he rode on chevauchie,
And was potted with his comrade, questioned, ta’en a spy to be !
At the hostinec in Littau
Russell drew his bridle-rein;
“ I am hungry, I am thirsty.
Let us halt and take a drain.
And eke of veal a schnitzel, if veal it needs must be—
Por if there’s grub for Austrians, there should be grub for me! ”
The low stube as they entered,
In there tripped a fraulein fair ;
Trim her gloves on taper fingers,
Small her waist, ana smooth her hair.
And dimples among roses showed from underneath her hat,
As down to butter-brod and schinken daintily she sat.
With what followed wherefore bore ye P
Go and read it in the Times;
’Twere to damage Russell’s story,
Ev’n to tell in Punch's rhymes
All the pleasant passages that passed between the pair
Of Special Correspondents, and this fraulein fair.
Till by stern gendarmes arrested,
Haled through Littau’s public square,
Persons, passes, were inspected—
Pishy passes ! Pishy pair!
All their acts and words were told by gruff gendarmes,
All the passage with the ladye, their politeness, and her charms.
In the narrative was mentioned,
How there passed a certain wink;
Whereon Littau’s hoch-be-amter.
Prom the torture did not shrink—
“ Did you, sogenamter Russell, wink upon that fraulein fair P ”
What, wink and tell, Be-amter?—The unmanly query spare.
Yes, Be-amter, it was cruel,
William Russell thus to probe—
Jolliest Special Correspondent
That e’er galloped over globe :
But I know my William, and sometimes I think I think.
Though with honourable intentions, there might have been a wink.
Ah, sweet William, why those blushes
Why this coyness to allow
E’en a Special Correspondent,
To the lovely sex can bow.
With Littau’s Hoch-be-amter we ask—nay, do not shrink,
“Did you not wink at her, William P Are you sure you did not
wink ? ”
The Monster at Monster Meetings.
It is all well for demagogues, convening political meetings in the
Parks, to say that they contemplate the assemblage of peaceful citi-
zens ; but the inhabitants of the neighbourhood to the scene of those
demonstrations generally discover, to their cost, that thev must take
the Rough with the smooth.
The Perruquier’s Paradise.—Wigton.