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February 23, 1867
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February 23, 1867.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
81
Military Swell {who has passed a first-class examination). Yes, I think
so. (Hazily,) In The Tree, you know; and Jacobites.
\Thinks to himself what a Jacobite was, and if there was any king of
the name of Jacob: determines to “ look it up ” when he goes home.
[Proclamation read, while Mr. J. G. Shore exhibits a pretty view
of his picturesque coat-tails to the audience: ladies titter.
Darkyn discovers Sir Walter disguised as Slogger, and is
about to tell Captain J. G. Shore when the curtain suddenly
descends.
.'Entr'acte.
Sprightly lady [with eye-glasses). There’s a panorama, moving pre-
sently. (To Gentleman of an Uncertain Memory.) There was something
of the sort in—dear me. [ Tries to recollect.
Uncertain Gentleman. In—nm—uni—oh—(hits off) BarnabyPogue.
Sprightly Lady. No, no : Streets of—Huguenots—Ara (thinks) Araby
Budge? Wasn’t it?
Uncertain Gentleman. Dear me, it’s on the tip of my tongue—
not Dickens—no—ah, of course (triumphantly) Arrah-na-Pogue.
[ They are satisfied.
One of the Family Party. Does Boucicatjlt play in this ?
[ With a general idea that Mr. Boucicault plays in everything.
Her friend corrects her.
ACT II.
Chamber in the Priory.
Mr. Vimng (to Sir Walter, who is still in difficulties). Michael is
exactly like you, disguise as Michael. For, Tityre tu patulse (con-
vincingly) recubans sub tegmine (Sir Walter hesitates, Mr. Yining
finishes decisively) fagi.
Hearing this, Sir Walter disguises himself as Michael, and then
follows a panorama of the descent to the coal-mine, which commences
like the penultimate scene of a pantomime, all in darkness, when the
Clown says, “ I’ve found you ” (Band, Tiddly iddly-umti, 8fc) Then
in the coal-mine itself Captain Shore and two sqldiers descend in the
bucket, after the manner of three good fairies visiting demons, without
large pantomime heads. Then Sir Walter escapes, and Darkyn stabs
Michael in the bucket. When they are irritatea, all the miners move
simultaneously and growl.
Scene 3.—The Black Country (which is all red on account of so many
dres.)
Vining (to Lady Kenyon). ’Tisn’t Sir Walter who is killed—cry on.
Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit.
Lady Kenyon. Boohoo ! boo ! hoo ! [Audience amused.
Katie (recognising Michael). Ah !
Captain Shore What’s that ?
Old Man freadily and intensely appreciating the joke). It’s the sight
of death.
[A udience amused again. Hit for the old man, who ’s only had to tell
a vague story and show a secret door before this.
ACT III.
Scene 1.—The Chamber.
Mr. Pining (as Sampson, to Captain J. G. Shore). Maxima debetur
pueris. I am Roger Fenwick Mildmay !
Captain Shore. My Uncle !
[Vide Hamlet, with the addition of “Oh, my prophetic soul.”
Nothing comes of this discovery, but Mr. Yining, as an Uncle
would, exits through the secret door.
Scene 2.—The Fir Coppice. A beautiful Snow Scene.
Katie (taunting Darkyn). There’s not a boy who knew you as a
man, there’s not a man who knew you as a boy, there’s not a woman
who knew you as a child, there’s not a child—(Darkyn thinks it’s a
riddle, and sniggers)—who knew you as a baby—(Darkyn becomes
bewildered, and grinds his teeth)—there’s not a baby who knew you as
a youth, there’s not a youth--
[Darkyn unable to stand it any longer, gives it up and rushes at her.
She dodges him and disappears. Enter, confronting him, Michael,
ioho literally “ kicked the bucket ” in Act IT.
ACT IV.
Next day after Winter. Summer. Strange climate.
Sir Michael mistaken for Walter, and Sir Walter for Michael.
The Two Dromios. Sir Walter going to be led off and shot. Enter
Mr. Vining. Monstrum horrendum informe ingens cui lumen.
Here he is.
[Produces Comic Man in muddy dress, icho has brought the pardon.
Comic Man (for whom, as he only comes on just at the end, the author
has evidently been obliged to write a speech). And so. Sir Walter, and
so, Michael—-
[.Audience begin to leave, not caring for the Funny Man’s speech.
Mr. Vining (cutting him short). And if our kind friends are only satis-
fied, then I can but lepeat “ Yerbum personale concordat cum nomi-
nativo (looking at stalls and pit), in numero (boxes and dress circle),
et persona (gallery). (Applause. Curtain.
BOTANY FOR FENIAN BOYS
E heard an interesting
lecture, having a re-
lation to the subject
of botany, delivered
yesterday, by Pro-
fessor "Vinegar, at
Chester, to an au-
dience chiefly con-
sisting of Fenians,
specially invited to
attend in order to
receive information
which it concerned
them to be acquain-
ted with. The Pro-
fessor said,—“ The
subject to which I
■ would this evening
direct your attention
is that of a plant,
which, though culti-
vated in this country,
is a native of Persia,
and is also indige-
nous in the East
Indies ; in making
which observation I
"^hope you will un-
derstand that I do
not mean to make a pun. For, indeed the theme of these remarks, the
plant in question, is no joking matter; as some of you, if you don’t
take good care, will find.
Here are some specimens of this plant. I send them round for your
inspection, that you may know it when you see it again. These
specimens are dried, and that is the state in which you are most likely
to make its acquaintance; but behind me on the wall you see plates of
it as well. (The Professor pointed out the plates with his wand) It is one
of the natural order Cannabinaceve ; which includes two genera, Cannabis
and Humulus, of which last I shall only say that its principal species is
that well-known flowering plant the hop, with the properties of which
you are sufficiently familiar, and some of you, perhaps, considerably
more familiar than that. The other is the Cannabis sativa, the particular
one that I want to talk to you about. In a word, my friends, this
plant, the Cannabis sativa, is commonly called Hemp.
Now this plant, Hemp, has a rank smell of a narcotic kind. The
effluvia from the fresh herb affect the eyes and head; and the narcotic
principle is, in the Indian variety of it, so powerfully developed as to
produce intoxicating properties; it is employed for that purpose in
the form of bhang, or hashisch by the natives, who madden and stupefy
themselves with it till they become as frantic and senseless as some
other people whom it is unnecessary to mention.
It is not, however, by Hemp, taken as a narcotic internally, that you
are in any danger of being influenced, or affected. Its external appli-
cation in a peculiar form is that which you appear, some of you, to be
in a way to experience. The fibres of Hemp twisted into rope were in
times past a remedy invariably resorted to for the suppression of those
disorders in the body politic that come under the name of insurrection.
A ligature was placed round the neck, and by a certain arrangement
the patient was suspended for a time of some duration; at the end of
which he was perfectly cured for his part: and his treatment was found
to exercise a beneficial influence on others. The use of Iiemp for this
purpose has been for some time discontinued; but there is a state of
things which, when past endurance, will assuredly necessitate its
revival. Now, my worthy good friends, if you will allow me to call you
so, you are going on in such a way as though you had made up your
minds, and were determined to bring this state of things about. Permit
me, in the mildest and most affectionate manner, to point out to you
that you will, by-and-by, go so far in the road of rebellion that you will
exhaust the patience of Mr. John Bull, and the consequence will be
that, one of these fine mornings, we shall see a considerable party. of
you each depending by the neck from a cross-beam at the end of a line
formed of fibres of the Cannabis sativa or Hemp, and vulgarly
termed a halter. (Whoops, shrieks, yells, hisses, and a shower of orange-
peel, amidst which the learned Lecturer retreated)
Yoting Papers.—Bank Notes.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
81
Military Swell {who has passed a first-class examination). Yes, I think
so. (Hazily,) In The Tree, you know; and Jacobites.
\Thinks to himself what a Jacobite was, and if there was any king of
the name of Jacob: determines to “ look it up ” when he goes home.
[Proclamation read, while Mr. J. G. Shore exhibits a pretty view
of his picturesque coat-tails to the audience: ladies titter.
Darkyn discovers Sir Walter disguised as Slogger, and is
about to tell Captain J. G. Shore when the curtain suddenly
descends.
.'Entr'acte.
Sprightly lady [with eye-glasses). There’s a panorama, moving pre-
sently. (To Gentleman of an Uncertain Memory.) There was something
of the sort in—dear me. [ Tries to recollect.
Uncertain Gentleman. In—nm—uni—oh—(hits off) BarnabyPogue.
Sprightly Lady. No, no : Streets of—Huguenots—Ara (thinks) Araby
Budge? Wasn’t it?
Uncertain Gentleman. Dear me, it’s on the tip of my tongue—
not Dickens—no—ah, of course (triumphantly) Arrah-na-Pogue.
[ They are satisfied.
One of the Family Party. Does Boucicatjlt play in this ?
[ With a general idea that Mr. Boucicault plays in everything.
Her friend corrects her.
ACT II.
Chamber in the Priory.
Mr. Vimng (to Sir Walter, who is still in difficulties). Michael is
exactly like you, disguise as Michael. For, Tityre tu patulse (con-
vincingly) recubans sub tegmine (Sir Walter hesitates, Mr. Yining
finishes decisively) fagi.
Hearing this, Sir Walter disguises himself as Michael, and then
follows a panorama of the descent to the coal-mine, which commences
like the penultimate scene of a pantomime, all in darkness, when the
Clown says, “ I’ve found you ” (Band, Tiddly iddly-umti, 8fc) Then
in the coal-mine itself Captain Shore and two sqldiers descend in the
bucket, after the manner of three good fairies visiting demons, without
large pantomime heads. Then Sir Walter escapes, and Darkyn stabs
Michael in the bucket. When they are irritatea, all the miners move
simultaneously and growl.
Scene 3.—The Black Country (which is all red on account of so many
dres.)
Vining (to Lady Kenyon). ’Tisn’t Sir Walter who is killed—cry on.
Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit.
Lady Kenyon. Boohoo ! boo ! hoo ! [Audience amused.
Katie (recognising Michael). Ah !
Captain Shore What’s that ?
Old Man freadily and intensely appreciating the joke). It’s the sight
of death.
[A udience amused again. Hit for the old man, who ’s only had to tell
a vague story and show a secret door before this.
ACT III.
Scene 1.—The Chamber.
Mr. Pining (as Sampson, to Captain J. G. Shore). Maxima debetur
pueris. I am Roger Fenwick Mildmay !
Captain Shore. My Uncle !
[Vide Hamlet, with the addition of “Oh, my prophetic soul.”
Nothing comes of this discovery, but Mr. Yining, as an Uncle
would, exits through the secret door.
Scene 2.—The Fir Coppice. A beautiful Snow Scene.
Katie (taunting Darkyn). There’s not a boy who knew you as a
man, there’s not a man who knew you as a boy, there’s not a woman
who knew you as a child, there’s not a child—(Darkyn thinks it’s a
riddle, and sniggers)—who knew you as a baby—(Darkyn becomes
bewildered, and grinds his teeth)—there’s not a baby who knew you as
a youth, there’s not a youth--
[Darkyn unable to stand it any longer, gives it up and rushes at her.
She dodges him and disappears. Enter, confronting him, Michael,
ioho literally “ kicked the bucket ” in Act IT.
ACT IV.
Next day after Winter. Summer. Strange climate.
Sir Michael mistaken for Walter, and Sir Walter for Michael.
The Two Dromios. Sir Walter going to be led off and shot. Enter
Mr. Vining. Monstrum horrendum informe ingens cui lumen.
Here he is.
[Produces Comic Man in muddy dress, icho has brought the pardon.
Comic Man (for whom, as he only comes on just at the end, the author
has evidently been obliged to write a speech). And so. Sir Walter, and
so, Michael—-
[.Audience begin to leave, not caring for the Funny Man’s speech.
Mr. Vining (cutting him short). And if our kind friends are only satis-
fied, then I can but lepeat “ Yerbum personale concordat cum nomi-
nativo (looking at stalls and pit), in numero (boxes and dress circle),
et persona (gallery). (Applause. Curtain.
BOTANY FOR FENIAN BOYS
E heard an interesting
lecture, having a re-
lation to the subject
of botany, delivered
yesterday, by Pro-
fessor "Vinegar, at
Chester, to an au-
dience chiefly con-
sisting of Fenians,
specially invited to
attend in order to
receive information
which it concerned
them to be acquain-
ted with. The Pro-
fessor said,—“ The
subject to which I
■ would this evening
direct your attention
is that of a plant,
which, though culti-
vated in this country,
is a native of Persia,
and is also indige-
nous in the East
Indies ; in making
which observation I
"^hope you will un-
derstand that I do
not mean to make a pun. For, indeed the theme of these remarks, the
plant in question, is no joking matter; as some of you, if you don’t
take good care, will find.
Here are some specimens of this plant. I send them round for your
inspection, that you may know it when you see it again. These
specimens are dried, and that is the state in which you are most likely
to make its acquaintance; but behind me on the wall you see plates of
it as well. (The Professor pointed out the plates with his wand) It is one
of the natural order Cannabinaceve ; which includes two genera, Cannabis
and Humulus, of which last I shall only say that its principal species is
that well-known flowering plant the hop, with the properties of which
you are sufficiently familiar, and some of you, perhaps, considerably
more familiar than that. The other is the Cannabis sativa, the particular
one that I want to talk to you about. In a word, my friends, this
plant, the Cannabis sativa, is commonly called Hemp.
Now this plant, Hemp, has a rank smell of a narcotic kind. The
effluvia from the fresh herb affect the eyes and head; and the narcotic
principle is, in the Indian variety of it, so powerfully developed as to
produce intoxicating properties; it is employed for that purpose in
the form of bhang, or hashisch by the natives, who madden and stupefy
themselves with it till they become as frantic and senseless as some
other people whom it is unnecessary to mention.
It is not, however, by Hemp, taken as a narcotic internally, that you
are in any danger of being influenced, or affected. Its external appli-
cation in a peculiar form is that which you appear, some of you, to be
in a way to experience. The fibres of Hemp twisted into rope were in
times past a remedy invariably resorted to for the suppression of those
disorders in the body politic that come under the name of insurrection.
A ligature was placed round the neck, and by a certain arrangement
the patient was suspended for a time of some duration; at the end of
which he was perfectly cured for his part: and his treatment was found
to exercise a beneficial influence on others. The use of Iiemp for this
purpose has been for some time discontinued; but there is a state of
things which, when past endurance, will assuredly necessitate its
revival. Now, my worthy good friends, if you will allow me to call you
so, you are going on in such a way as though you had made up your
minds, and were determined to bring this state of things about. Permit
me, in the mildest and most affectionate manner, to point out to you
that you will, by-and-by, go so far in the road of rebellion that you will
exhaust the patience of Mr. John Bull, and the consequence will be
that, one of these fine mornings, we shall see a considerable party. of
you each depending by the neck from a cross-beam at the end of a line
formed of fibres of the Cannabis sativa or Hemp, and vulgarly
termed a halter. (Whoops, shrieks, yells, hisses, and a shower of orange-
peel, amidst which the learned Lecturer retreated)
Yoting Papers.—Bank Notes.