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May 18, 1867
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208 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 18, 1867.
IN CONSEQUENCE OF THE TAILORS’ STRIKE,
GEORGE AND THE GOVERNOR HAVE THEIR CLOTHES MADE AT HOME.
George. “Are you sure you took my Right Measure, Charlotte?” Charlotte. “Oh, George, I’m sure it Fits Beautifully!!”
LETTER TO THE P.R.A.
Dear Sir Francis,
It is a pleasant thing to write to a gentleman of your
intelligence and courtesy.
I could not attend the Academy dinner, having jto entertain friends
of my own at Greenwich.
But I read the report in the Sunday Gazette; a paper, by the way,
which writes well on art and theatricals—I don’t understand politics.
I perceive that the toasts were—
The Queen. [Most proper.]
The Prince and Princess of Wales, and the rest of the Royal
Family. [Most proper also. The Prince was your guest, and spoke
well—we all love his wife, and long to see her in the Park again. And
the entire family is well-liked, and deserves to be.]
The Army, Navy, and Volunteers. [What for? What the juice has
an association of artists to do with public recognition of the services of
these gallant men ?]
The Ministers. [This is right; and moreover you get, occasionally,
good speeches, and this year you had two.]
The Guests. [Quite right. Dr. Longley made Lord Chelmsford
reply, and he broke down—a very unaccustomed thing with that grace-
ful orator.]
Your own health. Sir Francis. [I should gladly have joined in
this, and I compliment you on your graceful reply.]
The House ot Commons. [I see no force in your reasons. Some of
them vote against any grants of any kind to you.]
Ttie City of London. [What for ? What in the world does the City
do for the painters ?]
The Royal and other learned Societies. [I have no objection, but
one, to this toast.]
This is the last toast the reply to which is reported. But there is
another. Down at the end of the list, far below the soldiers, and the
sailors, and the members, and the cits, comes
“ Literature.”
And I read that Mr. Anthony Trollope returned thanks in a felici-
tous manner. I am sure he did. But I should like to know what he
said. And I should like the toast to have been put in a place of
honour. Shall I tell you why. Sir Francis ?
You very properly toast those to whom the painters are thought to
owe something.
Do you owe nothing to Literature, that you bring it in at the tail in
this way ?
I have looked through your Catalogue for 1867. How many subjects
do you think I have noted as directly suggested by the writings of
literary men ?
The coincidence is curious. This is your Ninety-Ninth Catalogue.
The subjects from books are Ninety-Nine.
In arranging the toasts for next year I venture to believe that yon
will consider this view of the case, and in that confidence I subscribe
my'sejlf Yours, ever gratefully,
85, Fleet Street.
A Truly Shocking Speech.
It is not often that any language, however awful, affects the sensi-
bilities of the Stable Mind. A lot of horsey men, however, the other
day, were occasioned almost to faint by a remark which was made by
an irreverent philosopher. He was talking about his wife’s indifference
to metaphysics, and he said, “ She no more cares whether Mill is
right or wrong than I do which horse will win the Derby.”
a professional view of things.
An eminent publican, speaking of a married couple, both of whom
were fat, and one subject to some little acerbities of temper, described
them as “ two stouts, and a stout and bitter.”
Comfort for the Blanch-haired Ladies.—Whom the gods love
dye young.
208 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 18, 1867.
IN CONSEQUENCE OF THE TAILORS’ STRIKE,
GEORGE AND THE GOVERNOR HAVE THEIR CLOTHES MADE AT HOME.
George. “Are you sure you took my Right Measure, Charlotte?” Charlotte. “Oh, George, I’m sure it Fits Beautifully!!”
LETTER TO THE P.R.A.
Dear Sir Francis,
It is a pleasant thing to write to a gentleman of your
intelligence and courtesy.
I could not attend the Academy dinner, having jto entertain friends
of my own at Greenwich.
But I read the report in the Sunday Gazette; a paper, by the way,
which writes well on art and theatricals—I don’t understand politics.
I perceive that the toasts were—
The Queen. [Most proper.]
The Prince and Princess of Wales, and the rest of the Royal
Family. [Most proper also. The Prince was your guest, and spoke
well—we all love his wife, and long to see her in the Park again. And
the entire family is well-liked, and deserves to be.]
The Army, Navy, and Volunteers. [What for? What the juice has
an association of artists to do with public recognition of the services of
these gallant men ?]
The Ministers. [This is right; and moreover you get, occasionally,
good speeches, and this year you had two.]
The Guests. [Quite right. Dr. Longley made Lord Chelmsford
reply, and he broke down—a very unaccustomed thing with that grace-
ful orator.]
Your own health. Sir Francis. [I should gladly have joined in
this, and I compliment you on your graceful reply.]
The House ot Commons. [I see no force in your reasons. Some of
them vote against any grants of any kind to you.]
Ttie City of London. [What for ? What in the world does the City
do for the painters ?]
The Royal and other learned Societies. [I have no objection, but
one, to this toast.]
This is the last toast the reply to which is reported. But there is
another. Down at the end of the list, far below the soldiers, and the
sailors, and the members, and the cits, comes
“ Literature.”
And I read that Mr. Anthony Trollope returned thanks in a felici-
tous manner. I am sure he did. But I should like to know what he
said. And I should like the toast to have been put in a place of
honour. Shall I tell you why. Sir Francis ?
You very properly toast those to whom the painters are thought to
owe something.
Do you owe nothing to Literature, that you bring it in at the tail in
this way ?
I have looked through your Catalogue for 1867. How many subjects
do you think I have noted as directly suggested by the writings of
literary men ?
The coincidence is curious. This is your Ninety-Ninth Catalogue.
The subjects from books are Ninety-Nine.
In arranging the toasts for next year I venture to believe that yon
will consider this view of the case, and in that confidence I subscribe
my'sejlf Yours, ever gratefully,
85, Fleet Street.
A Truly Shocking Speech.
It is not often that any language, however awful, affects the sensi-
bilities of the Stable Mind. A lot of horsey men, however, the other
day, were occasioned almost to faint by a remark which was made by
an irreverent philosopher. He was talking about his wife’s indifference
to metaphysics, and he said, “ She no more cares whether Mill is
right or wrong than I do which horse will win the Derby.”
a professional view of things.
An eminent publican, speaking of a married couple, both of whom
were fat, and one subject to some little acerbities of temper, described
them as “ two stouts, and a stout and bitter.”
Comfort for the Blanch-haired Ladies.—Whom the gods love
dye young.