DOI issue:
March 2, 1867
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16879#0099
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[March 2, 1867.
A FAMILY MAN.
Cabby. “ Yy, I’m a Father of a Fam’ly myself, Mum,—not
d’you think I’d go for to overcharge for ’em ? Not I, Mum !
so ’andsome as your little Dears, Mum, I don’t say,—an'
Not a Sixpence, bless their little ’earts ! ” &c., &c.
[Claim allowed.
THE SWEET LITTLE CHERUBS WHO SIT UP
ALOET.
Respectfully Dedicated to Lord John Manners.
(by a marrying member.)
Go, talk to misogynist muffs and M.P.’s
’Bout sheep’s-eyes, want of room, and the like!
Put the ladies where they can be seen, we can see,
And neither for squeezing would strike.
Though Tory and Liberal dames sat as tight
As herrings, the press they’d abide;
We ’d settle our boundary questions all right,
^And they ’neath reefed crinolines ride.
With a row of sweet faces, and bright eyes, or soft,
Opr gallery why mayn’t we pack,
While the sweet little cherubs may sit up aloft,
To keep watch o’er the life of poor Jack ?
Who’s “ poor Jack,” to have cherubs thrown in with his pay
And his chances prize-money to touch,
While our cherubs still are poked out of the way.
Like odalisques housed in a hutch ?
Can it be, as ’tis whispered, your married M.P.,
Who don’t like the ladies to show.
Lest too close the watch of wives’ lorgnettes might be
Of Hub’s post on the benches below ?
Por like other Clubs, the House serves, but too oft,
As excuse for liege Lords, who’ve grown slack.
To leave wives, not like cherubs, to sit up aloft.
And sulk till stray sposos come back.
To Manners I said, when I saw he fought shy
Of Bernal’s warm petticoat plea—
“ The state of a House that’s not under the eye
Of a woman a bad state must be.
Por ever since Eve upon Adam began,
’Tis the influence of woman that rules,
Por woman makes manners, and manners make man,
And her smiles are the pleasantest schools.
Then why her sweet sway should our House only lack
To make the rude tame, the hard soft ?
We’ve as much right to our ducks, to perch up aloft,
As to his little cherubs poor Jack.”
I admit your M.P. should be flint at a pinch,
That he always should answer the whip ;
Nor from all the bright eyes in Belgravia should flinch,
If they wooed him in voting to trip.
But witch’ry’s most witching from under a veil,
Half-hid beauty’s more fatal than bare,
And perhaps, while the ladies are parted per pale.
One may fancy more charms than are there;
Then M.P.’s, let’s be men, masks and muzzles have doff’d,
Bid all grilles and gratings go pack.
And let’s seat the sweet cherubs in sight up aloft.
To rain smiles—from the Speaker’s chair-back !
Giants of Art.
Poreigners in general are possessed with a persuasion that English-
men cannot make a statue. They ought to be disabused of this error.
It would be easy to show them that we have made two statues. Let
the Corporation of London send Gog and Magog to speak for the
sculpture of their country in the approaching Great Prench Exhibition.
Topographicae—“Perambulator” is right in his supposition.
Lord Brougham’s London residence for many years was Vauxhall.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[March 2, 1867.
A FAMILY MAN.
Cabby. “ Yy, I’m a Father of a Fam’ly myself, Mum,—not
d’you think I’d go for to overcharge for ’em ? Not I, Mum !
so ’andsome as your little Dears, Mum, I don’t say,—an'
Not a Sixpence, bless their little ’earts ! ” &c., &c.
[Claim allowed.
THE SWEET LITTLE CHERUBS WHO SIT UP
ALOET.
Respectfully Dedicated to Lord John Manners.
(by a marrying member.)
Go, talk to misogynist muffs and M.P.’s
’Bout sheep’s-eyes, want of room, and the like!
Put the ladies where they can be seen, we can see,
And neither for squeezing would strike.
Though Tory and Liberal dames sat as tight
As herrings, the press they’d abide;
We ’d settle our boundary questions all right,
^And they ’neath reefed crinolines ride.
With a row of sweet faces, and bright eyes, or soft,
Opr gallery why mayn’t we pack,
While the sweet little cherubs may sit up aloft,
To keep watch o’er the life of poor Jack ?
Who’s “ poor Jack,” to have cherubs thrown in with his pay
And his chances prize-money to touch,
While our cherubs still are poked out of the way.
Like odalisques housed in a hutch ?
Can it be, as ’tis whispered, your married M.P.,
Who don’t like the ladies to show.
Lest too close the watch of wives’ lorgnettes might be
Of Hub’s post on the benches below ?
Por like other Clubs, the House serves, but too oft,
As excuse for liege Lords, who’ve grown slack.
To leave wives, not like cherubs, to sit up aloft.
And sulk till stray sposos come back.
To Manners I said, when I saw he fought shy
Of Bernal’s warm petticoat plea—
“ The state of a House that’s not under the eye
Of a woman a bad state must be.
Por ever since Eve upon Adam began,
’Tis the influence of woman that rules,
Por woman makes manners, and manners make man,
And her smiles are the pleasantest schools.
Then why her sweet sway should our House only lack
To make the rude tame, the hard soft ?
We’ve as much right to our ducks, to perch up aloft,
As to his little cherubs poor Jack.”
I admit your M.P. should be flint at a pinch,
That he always should answer the whip ;
Nor from all the bright eyes in Belgravia should flinch,
If they wooed him in voting to trip.
But witch’ry’s most witching from under a veil,
Half-hid beauty’s more fatal than bare,
And perhaps, while the ladies are parted per pale.
One may fancy more charms than are there;
Then M.P.’s, let’s be men, masks and muzzles have doff’d,
Bid all grilles and gratings go pack.
And let’s seat the sweet cherubs in sight up aloft.
To rain smiles—from the Speaker’s chair-back !
Giants of Art.
Poreigners in general are possessed with a persuasion that English-
men cannot make a statue. They ought to be disabused of this error.
It would be easy to show them that we have made two statues. Let
the Corporation of London send Gog and Magog to speak for the
sculpture of their country in the approaching Great Prench Exhibition.
Topographicae—“Perambulator” is right in his supposition.
Lord Brougham’s London residence for many years was Vauxhall.