DOI Heft:
January 19, 1867
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16879#0029
January 19, 1867.J PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
MEMS. MADE IN THE FROST. BY A. S. CATOR.
ETER me the deluge.” Just what I said of you, Mr. Erost, when
our water-pipes burst, and I had to go for the plumber at 6 a. m.
My youngest boy was sorely disappointed at the skating being over
so soon. To make amends, he had some slides—for his magic lantern.
Vagueness and uncertainty to a degree almost incredible were dis-
played by well-dressed young men and women, expensively educated
at public schools, universities, and fashionable finishing boarding
establishments, on the subjects of zero, freezing-point, degrees of
frost, and the difference between Eahrenheit and Reaumur.
My young friend, Burton Joyce, broke the ice on the Serpentine,
and proposed to Mavis Enderby. He is over head and ears now, but
she is humane, and will extricate him.
I had the courage to go to Miss Woburn’s dance. It was a regular
snowball. Several stiff people thawed—after supper.
Eour-wheel Cabs made a handsome thing of it.
People were getting meteorological (a knotty word for you to set
your victims to spell, Messieurs the Civil Service Examiners !) in their
talk. Mr. Venham said of a rich but vulgar woman, that she was
several degrees below gentility point.
People. were also becoming very cruel, for they had begun to go
about sleighing their friends.
. Jesterby, one of those detestable creatures who are always asking
riddles, compared me to a Welsh mountain, because I was Snow’don.
After much hard thinking, I saw the drift of his joke.
Old Singleton, devoted to his whist, declared that all through the
frost his best cards were ruffed.
As a proof of the severity of the season, several ecclesiastical digni-
taries were seen, in St. Paul’s Churchyard, clearing away the snow in
their shovel-hats.
How grand we grow! One broken-down old labourer asked
another, who was working at the snow in front of my town residence,
whether he was doing it “by contract! ”
The frost was bad. for the laurels in the shrubberies: it was not
good for the green baize in the theatres.
A foolish practice not altogether disused suggested a proverb : Don’t
make matters worse, don’t sprinkle salt on snow.
Everybody put on extra clothing except Arthur and Amy, who
were wrapped up in each other before.
CALL A SPADE A SPADE.
The writer of an article in the Daily Telegraph has demonstrated
that the people called Ritualists are, beyond all question. Dissenters.
Mr. Punch had, long ago, pointed out the same fact, when he suggested
that, for the sake ot analogy, thePuseyites had better be called Puseyan
Methodists. If the followers of Wesley were styled Wesleyans, the
adherents of Dr. Pusey ought, a fortiori, to be named Puseyans ; for
Dr. Wesley never taught doctrines contrary to any of the Thirty-nine
Articles, nor did any of his disciples ever call them forty stripes save
one. Whereas, whether the teaching of Dr. Pusey is right or wrong,
he distinctly asserts what one, at least, of those articles distinctly denies.
Calling names is low, and nobody who claims the right to think for
himself can, unless he is an ass as well as a bigot, presume to call any-
body else a heretic. Roman Catholics, indeed, can quite consistently
denominate the Puseyites or Ritualists heretics, and their leader an
heresiarch. But those who, equally with them, stand anathematised by
the Pope, would only, by applying those terms to them, stultify them-
selves. Give a dog a bad name, and hang him. But the appellation
Dissenter, is not a bad name. Those who bear it mostly rejoice in it.
And so should Dr. Pusey. So should his tad. They need not be
ashamed of a name that was borne by Bunyan, and Baxter, and Dr.
Watts. _ Call them Dissenters, simply as you call a spade a spade.
Puseyites and Ritualists are convertible terms, and the sect denoted
by them may finally get converted to Popery. But whilst they remain
out of the pale of the Pope’s church they stand in relation to the
Church of England simply at the pole opposite to Stiggins. Only the
bishops ought to let them know where they are. If that is more.than
the bishops can do, or more than they will do, what is there to hinder
parsons from turning Independents, Baptists, Quakers, or Mormons,
and yet retaining their position in the Church of England P Nothing
but honesty.
Call, as aforesaid, a spade a spade. And call the Knave of Spades
the Knave of Spades.
POST JANUM MARS.
What class in the social scale comes after nursery-maids P Soldiers.
MEMS. MADE IN THE FROST. BY A. S. CATOR.
ETER me the deluge.” Just what I said of you, Mr. Erost, when
our water-pipes burst, and I had to go for the plumber at 6 a. m.
My youngest boy was sorely disappointed at the skating being over
so soon. To make amends, he had some slides—for his magic lantern.
Vagueness and uncertainty to a degree almost incredible were dis-
played by well-dressed young men and women, expensively educated
at public schools, universities, and fashionable finishing boarding
establishments, on the subjects of zero, freezing-point, degrees of
frost, and the difference between Eahrenheit and Reaumur.
My young friend, Burton Joyce, broke the ice on the Serpentine,
and proposed to Mavis Enderby. He is over head and ears now, but
she is humane, and will extricate him.
I had the courage to go to Miss Woburn’s dance. It was a regular
snowball. Several stiff people thawed—after supper.
Eour-wheel Cabs made a handsome thing of it.
People were getting meteorological (a knotty word for you to set
your victims to spell, Messieurs the Civil Service Examiners !) in their
talk. Mr. Venham said of a rich but vulgar woman, that she was
several degrees below gentility point.
People. were also becoming very cruel, for they had begun to go
about sleighing their friends.
. Jesterby, one of those detestable creatures who are always asking
riddles, compared me to a Welsh mountain, because I was Snow’don.
After much hard thinking, I saw the drift of his joke.
Old Singleton, devoted to his whist, declared that all through the
frost his best cards were ruffed.
As a proof of the severity of the season, several ecclesiastical digni-
taries were seen, in St. Paul’s Churchyard, clearing away the snow in
their shovel-hats.
How grand we grow! One broken-down old labourer asked
another, who was working at the snow in front of my town residence,
whether he was doing it “by contract! ”
The frost was bad. for the laurels in the shrubberies: it was not
good for the green baize in the theatres.
A foolish practice not altogether disused suggested a proverb : Don’t
make matters worse, don’t sprinkle salt on snow.
Everybody put on extra clothing except Arthur and Amy, who
were wrapped up in each other before.
CALL A SPADE A SPADE.
The writer of an article in the Daily Telegraph has demonstrated
that the people called Ritualists are, beyond all question. Dissenters.
Mr. Punch had, long ago, pointed out the same fact, when he suggested
that, for the sake ot analogy, thePuseyites had better be called Puseyan
Methodists. If the followers of Wesley were styled Wesleyans, the
adherents of Dr. Pusey ought, a fortiori, to be named Puseyans ; for
Dr. Wesley never taught doctrines contrary to any of the Thirty-nine
Articles, nor did any of his disciples ever call them forty stripes save
one. Whereas, whether the teaching of Dr. Pusey is right or wrong,
he distinctly asserts what one, at least, of those articles distinctly denies.
Calling names is low, and nobody who claims the right to think for
himself can, unless he is an ass as well as a bigot, presume to call any-
body else a heretic. Roman Catholics, indeed, can quite consistently
denominate the Puseyites or Ritualists heretics, and their leader an
heresiarch. But those who, equally with them, stand anathematised by
the Pope, would only, by applying those terms to them, stultify them-
selves. Give a dog a bad name, and hang him. But the appellation
Dissenter, is not a bad name. Those who bear it mostly rejoice in it.
And so should Dr. Pusey. So should his tad. They need not be
ashamed of a name that was borne by Bunyan, and Baxter, and Dr.
Watts. _ Call them Dissenters, simply as you call a spade a spade.
Puseyites and Ritualists are convertible terms, and the sect denoted
by them may finally get converted to Popery. But whilst they remain
out of the pale of the Pope’s church they stand in relation to the
Church of England simply at the pole opposite to Stiggins. Only the
bishops ought to let them know where they are. If that is more.than
the bishops can do, or more than they will do, what is there to hinder
parsons from turning Independents, Baptists, Quakers, or Mormons,
and yet retaining their position in the Church of England P Nothing
but honesty.
Call, as aforesaid, a spade a spade. And call the Knave of Spades
the Knave of Spades.
POST JANUM MARS.
What class in the social scale comes after nursery-maids P Soldiers.