DOI issue:
October 27, 1866
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16878#0180
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[October 27, 1866.
PROVOKING.
Modest Youth. “ Puay can you Tell me the Name of the Young Lady who Spoke to you just now?”
Bathing Woman. “Lor’ bless you, No, Sir ! I only Knows my Ladies in the Water.”
VENETIA VICTRIX.
OCTOBER 20, 1866.
Pangs filed, and talons blunted, his once wide wings clipped low.
The Lion of St. Mark hath been the wonder of a show.
Por years on years the crowds have flocked, to see him in his cage.
To note his beauty, and his strength, his weariness and rage.
The light of ancient majesty in the sunk eye smouldered dim:
Dreams of old deeds seemed weak to nerve each huge but wasted limb
As hot with hunger of his heart, in that ignoble show,
The close-caged Lion of St. Mark, paced, ever, to and fro.
Now and anon the sunk eye lit, the great throat gave a sound,
A growl of warning thunder, that scared the gazers round :
The huge limbs thrilled, the broad wings shook—then all was as before-
We saw the Lion of St. Mark pachig his narrow floor.
Pacing, as who must pace till death—but lo, what now we see,
The Lion of St. Mark is loose,—his gaunt limbs stretching free—
Trying with wonder and delight the stiff wings, once so wide,
Free and agaze, not pacing his cage from side to side !
Free and agaze, in ecstasy, across the green lagune,
Where marble gleams and. colour glows, in cloudless blue of noon.
Looking for the long-waited for, greeting the come at last—
The day that sees white, red, and green on the campanile mast!
Venetia Victrix ! Let the cry of joy swell on the breeze—
Her Victor comes to wed her, his fair bride of the seas—
She that was plight of old with Doge and Bucentaur and ring.
Now, rejoicing, to her bosom takes her Italian King !
The Hoad to Ruin.—London, Chatham and Dover.
A MODEL BISHOP AT YORK.
My dear Punch,
Oh, how happy you must be to be able to do what yon like,
and go where yon please ! Yon might, had you chosen, have attended
the Church Congress at York, yon might have visited the “Eccle-
siastical Art Exhibition ” in that city, and there you might have feasted
your eyes on an object, which, from the account of it given by a love of
a fashionable reporter, must be perfectly charming. It is the figure of
a Bishop in full vestments, of which the following description when I
read it, made me ready to dance with ecstasy :—
“ Sandals of purple velvet, banded with cloth of gold, jewelled ; cassock of purple
silk, trained ; rochet of fine iawn, edged with Irish point lace ; alb and girdle of fine
linen ; tunicle of blue silk, banded and fringed with silver ; dalmatic of gold coloured
silk, banded and fringed with gold ; mitre of cloth of gold, embroidered with passion
flowers ; gloves of purple silk embroidered with gold ; ring, a sapphire surrounded
with brilliants; pastoral staff of ivory and ebony, set with topaz, emeralds, and
carbuncles.”
Oh, how sweetly pretty! How nice it would be if live Bishops were
to appear in such lovely dresses as the one worn by the model prelate
in the York Ecclesiastical Art Exhibition! Then they would be
models indeed, and particularly for the toilettes of us girls. If Papa
would have taken me to the Church Congress, it would have been a
real treat to feast my eyes on the pretty Bishop in effigy, only I should
have envied it so ! It is tantalising enough to look at an elegantly
attired dummy in the window of a dressmaker’s shop, but the episcopal
one at York must have inspired a still more ardent longing. The dear
Rituahsts, who get up these things, are taking the right way to win
the female heart; and my stupid old uncle may say if he likes that
clerical purposes are not likely to be promoted by lay figures.
Believe me, dearest Punch, ever yours, affectionately,
Fanny.
P.S. Why don’t they publish Ecclesiastical Eashions for Octobe;.
and so on, every month in Le Pallet?
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[October 27, 1866.
PROVOKING.
Modest Youth. “ Puay can you Tell me the Name of the Young Lady who Spoke to you just now?”
Bathing Woman. “Lor’ bless you, No, Sir ! I only Knows my Ladies in the Water.”
VENETIA VICTRIX.
OCTOBER 20, 1866.
Pangs filed, and talons blunted, his once wide wings clipped low.
The Lion of St. Mark hath been the wonder of a show.
Por years on years the crowds have flocked, to see him in his cage.
To note his beauty, and his strength, his weariness and rage.
The light of ancient majesty in the sunk eye smouldered dim:
Dreams of old deeds seemed weak to nerve each huge but wasted limb
As hot with hunger of his heart, in that ignoble show,
The close-caged Lion of St. Mark, paced, ever, to and fro.
Now and anon the sunk eye lit, the great throat gave a sound,
A growl of warning thunder, that scared the gazers round :
The huge limbs thrilled, the broad wings shook—then all was as before-
We saw the Lion of St. Mark pachig his narrow floor.
Pacing, as who must pace till death—but lo, what now we see,
The Lion of St. Mark is loose,—his gaunt limbs stretching free—
Trying with wonder and delight the stiff wings, once so wide,
Free and agaze, not pacing his cage from side to side !
Free and agaze, in ecstasy, across the green lagune,
Where marble gleams and. colour glows, in cloudless blue of noon.
Looking for the long-waited for, greeting the come at last—
The day that sees white, red, and green on the campanile mast!
Venetia Victrix ! Let the cry of joy swell on the breeze—
Her Victor comes to wed her, his fair bride of the seas—
She that was plight of old with Doge and Bucentaur and ring.
Now, rejoicing, to her bosom takes her Italian King !
The Hoad to Ruin.—London, Chatham and Dover.
A MODEL BISHOP AT YORK.
My dear Punch,
Oh, how happy you must be to be able to do what yon like,
and go where yon please ! Yon might, had you chosen, have attended
the Church Congress at York, yon might have visited the “Eccle-
siastical Art Exhibition ” in that city, and there you might have feasted
your eyes on an object, which, from the account of it given by a love of
a fashionable reporter, must be perfectly charming. It is the figure of
a Bishop in full vestments, of which the following description when I
read it, made me ready to dance with ecstasy :—
“ Sandals of purple velvet, banded with cloth of gold, jewelled ; cassock of purple
silk, trained ; rochet of fine iawn, edged with Irish point lace ; alb and girdle of fine
linen ; tunicle of blue silk, banded and fringed with silver ; dalmatic of gold coloured
silk, banded and fringed with gold ; mitre of cloth of gold, embroidered with passion
flowers ; gloves of purple silk embroidered with gold ; ring, a sapphire surrounded
with brilliants; pastoral staff of ivory and ebony, set with topaz, emeralds, and
carbuncles.”
Oh, how sweetly pretty! How nice it would be if live Bishops were
to appear in such lovely dresses as the one worn by the model prelate
in the York Ecclesiastical Art Exhibition! Then they would be
models indeed, and particularly for the toilettes of us girls. If Papa
would have taken me to the Church Congress, it would have been a
real treat to feast my eyes on the pretty Bishop in effigy, only I should
have envied it so ! It is tantalising enough to look at an elegantly
attired dummy in the window of a dressmaker’s shop, but the episcopal
one at York must have inspired a still more ardent longing. The dear
Rituahsts, who get up these things, are taking the right way to win
the female heart; and my stupid old uncle may say if he likes that
clerical purposes are not likely to be promoted by lay figures.
Believe me, dearest Punch, ever yours, affectionately,
Fanny.
P.S. Why don’t they publish Ecclesiastical Eashions for Octobe;.
and so on, every month in Le Pallet?