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June 15, 1867
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
241
June 15, 1867.]
FREE EXHIBITIONS.
esiring to render
this vast Metro •
polis more attrac-
tive to visitors
from distant parts,
and divert atten-
tion from its
Statues, Foun-
tains, and National
Galleries, some
public-spirited per-
sons have. formed
themselves into a
Company (limited
at present, but
with power to add
to their number).
A few days since,
the Directors, ac-
companied by a
band, of music and
a corps of Militia,
proceeded to carry
out their plans by
hustling and rob-
bing every defence-
less and infirm
woman and man that came in Jheir way. Several foreigners who witnessed the
operations of the Company were much struck by the freedom of the Exhibition,
and many were severely injured.
During these proceedings, one or two pensive policemen might have been
observed in some sequestered district, calmly solving that interesting mathematical
problem, “ How many Areas are there in a given Square, and what are their
solid contents, edible and otherwise F ” The Force, we believe, are instructed
to “move on” all petty conjurors and jugglers, but on no account to interfere
with the Company (limited) who practise that bolder system of legerdemain
by which watches are made to fly from their owners’ pockets, while hats are
manipulated in a fashion not anticipated by the authorities at head-quarters.
A PARADISE IN HYDE PARK.
Arise, my walking-stick, and let us go,
This Saturday’s bright morn, to Rotten Row, ,
To see the sumptuous throng their clothes parade,
Viewing each other and the cavalcade.
What art of Milliner or Tailor decks
Each personable form of either sex !
What various draperies the sight amuse
With fresh and gay diversity of hues !
With what a quiet interchange of talk
Those graceful persons sit, or stand, or walk !
And, all engrossed with the surrounding scene,
Exhibit countenances how serene !
What humbug ’tis to say, as some pretend.
That happiness does not on wealth depend !
Look on their faces, placid with repose,
And then compare these lineaments with those.
So rueful, which the struggling classes wear,
Blurred, seamed, distorted, dulled with anxious care.
Money, as handsome as yon Swell you see,
Has all the difference made ’tween him and me.
They who on outward things are so intent
Must feel secure of dividends or rent,
With ample independence must be blest,
To show such evidence of minds at rest.
A sphere of bliss those happy ones exhale,
As roses shed their fragrance on the gale;
And, while with them I breathe a common air,
Some sense of their beatitude I share.
Sweet, to rejoice in others’ joy alone.
When that is all that we can make our own !
NEW VIEW, (CONTRIBUTED BY ATTICUS.)
The Upper Ten Thousand in the Metropolis.—Attic
Lodgers. _
Change eor a Sovereign in 1867.—Going to Paris
to see the Exhibition.
AN ORACLE ADVERTISED.
Here, extracted from a column of advertisements in the Times, is a
list of some writings, of which the announcement cannot but excite
great curiosity :—
MARTIN E. TUPPER’S THIRD SERIES OF PROVERBIAL
iVJ-_PHILOSOPHY._
OIS OPINIONS ABOUT CREEDS AND STARS AND" GHOSTS.
JJIS ARGUMENTS FOR THE FUTURE OF ANIMALS.
JJIS STRICTURES ON SOME MODERN CRITICS.
£JIS NATIONAL PSALMS AND HYMNS, &c. "
What are the opinions of Mr. Tupper, the theologian, on the subject
of creeds ? What does Mr. Tupper, the astronomer, think of the
stars ? What has the psychologist Mr. Tupper to tell us concerning
disembodied spirits ?
By what arguments does MartinF. Tupper, the metaphysician, main-
tain the Future of Animals F Does he hold the theory of metempsy-
chosis F And if so, has he any notion that his own mind once actuated
the brain of any animal, and then of what animal F
Is it possible that the modern critics who have incurred the stric-
tures of Tupper, the tremendous satirist, survive them!■
Where will Dr. Watts be, where will be the author of the Christian
Year, now that the accomplised Martin F. Tupper has come forth as
a Psalmist F Is Tupper a David as well as a Solomon F
“ Hie stupor est mundi qui scibile discutit omne.”
Mind how you translate stupor.
THE LIGHT FANTASTIC TOE.
If Convocation gives a grand Fancy Dress Ball this year, the only
dance in which the Bishops may legally take part is La Pastorale.
FIREWORKS AND FEASTING.
The other evening Mr. Punch gave a banquet to himself, that he
might see the fireworks at the Crystal Palace. The evening being wet,
the fireworks were postponed, and the only explosions heard were
those of Mr. Punch's laughter at the jokes which he was pleased to
make for his own private entertainment. A chief cause of his hilarity
was the pleasant thought that, as the fireworks were put off, he would
have to go and dine again, in order to inspect them. His joy in this
reflection increased with each of the eleven plats preceding the
blanchaille, which, though served with a French name, was about the
best whitebait that Mr. Punch has ever tasted. Probably the Palace
fountains are supplied straight from the Thames, and thus whitebait is
pumped up daily to the big tanks on the towers. This may account,
also, for the freshness of the salmon, which kindly let itself be caught
that Mr. Punch might have the happiness of eating it.
As the Laureate might have sung, if he ha 1 only thought of it—
“ Many an evening bath Punch dined at the ‘ Trafalgar ’ and the ‘ Ship,’
And with cool champagne and claret hath refreshed his thirsty lip ; ”
but while the flavour of his Crystal Dinner sweetly lingers in his
memory, Mr. Punch is pleased to testify that one gets whitebait as
good at Sydenham as at Greenwich, and that the claret and champagne,
if anything, are better. Moreover, at the former place the landscape is
a lovely one for placid contemplation between the many courses ; and
any one who dines there when the fireworks are let off, and the gardens
are illuminated, will find no reason to complain of not having a light
dinner.
Herepath the Haughty.
Dr. Herepath (of Bristol) gives a certificate touching certain wine.
As befits his eminence, he assumes the Royal. “ The Queen has been
pleased to grant,” &c., says the Court Circular. “ I am pleased to say
that all your wines are,” &c., says Dr. Herepath. We rather like
this. When Anybody is Somebody, he should comport himself as
Such.
very rude.
A PROFESSIONAL VIEW OF THINGS.
“ She’s no chicken,” said a coarse man, speaking of a certain lady.
“ And what’s more, she’s a soose.”
Trecalfe, our Bookseller, who has recently got married, says of his
wife, that he feels that her life is bound up in his.
8—2
t
Yol. 52.
241
June 15, 1867.]
FREE EXHIBITIONS.
esiring to render
this vast Metro •
polis more attrac-
tive to visitors
from distant parts,
and divert atten-
tion from its
Statues, Foun-
tains, and National
Galleries, some
public-spirited per-
sons have. formed
themselves into a
Company (limited
at present, but
with power to add
to their number).
A few days since,
the Directors, ac-
companied by a
band, of music and
a corps of Militia,
proceeded to carry
out their plans by
hustling and rob-
bing every defence-
less and infirm
woman and man that came in Jheir way. Several foreigners who witnessed the
operations of the Company were much struck by the freedom of the Exhibition,
and many were severely injured.
During these proceedings, one or two pensive policemen might have been
observed in some sequestered district, calmly solving that interesting mathematical
problem, “ How many Areas are there in a given Square, and what are their
solid contents, edible and otherwise F ” The Force, we believe, are instructed
to “move on” all petty conjurors and jugglers, but on no account to interfere
with the Company (limited) who practise that bolder system of legerdemain
by which watches are made to fly from their owners’ pockets, while hats are
manipulated in a fashion not anticipated by the authorities at head-quarters.
A PARADISE IN HYDE PARK.
Arise, my walking-stick, and let us go,
This Saturday’s bright morn, to Rotten Row, ,
To see the sumptuous throng their clothes parade,
Viewing each other and the cavalcade.
What art of Milliner or Tailor decks
Each personable form of either sex !
What various draperies the sight amuse
With fresh and gay diversity of hues !
With what a quiet interchange of talk
Those graceful persons sit, or stand, or walk !
And, all engrossed with the surrounding scene,
Exhibit countenances how serene !
What humbug ’tis to say, as some pretend.
That happiness does not on wealth depend !
Look on their faces, placid with repose,
And then compare these lineaments with those.
So rueful, which the struggling classes wear,
Blurred, seamed, distorted, dulled with anxious care.
Money, as handsome as yon Swell you see,
Has all the difference made ’tween him and me.
They who on outward things are so intent
Must feel secure of dividends or rent,
With ample independence must be blest,
To show such evidence of minds at rest.
A sphere of bliss those happy ones exhale,
As roses shed their fragrance on the gale;
And, while with them I breathe a common air,
Some sense of their beatitude I share.
Sweet, to rejoice in others’ joy alone.
When that is all that we can make our own !
NEW VIEW, (CONTRIBUTED BY ATTICUS.)
The Upper Ten Thousand in the Metropolis.—Attic
Lodgers. _
Change eor a Sovereign in 1867.—Going to Paris
to see the Exhibition.
AN ORACLE ADVERTISED.
Here, extracted from a column of advertisements in the Times, is a
list of some writings, of which the announcement cannot but excite
great curiosity :—
MARTIN E. TUPPER’S THIRD SERIES OF PROVERBIAL
iVJ-_PHILOSOPHY._
OIS OPINIONS ABOUT CREEDS AND STARS AND" GHOSTS.
JJIS ARGUMENTS FOR THE FUTURE OF ANIMALS.
JJIS STRICTURES ON SOME MODERN CRITICS.
£JIS NATIONAL PSALMS AND HYMNS, &c. "
What are the opinions of Mr. Tupper, the theologian, on the subject
of creeds ? What does Mr. Tupper, the astronomer, think of the
stars ? What has the psychologist Mr. Tupper to tell us concerning
disembodied spirits ?
By what arguments does MartinF. Tupper, the metaphysician, main-
tain the Future of Animals F Does he hold the theory of metempsy-
chosis F And if so, has he any notion that his own mind once actuated
the brain of any animal, and then of what animal F
Is it possible that the modern critics who have incurred the stric-
tures of Tupper, the tremendous satirist, survive them!■
Where will Dr. Watts be, where will be the author of the Christian
Year, now that the accomplised Martin F. Tupper has come forth as
a Psalmist F Is Tupper a David as well as a Solomon F
“ Hie stupor est mundi qui scibile discutit omne.”
Mind how you translate stupor.
THE LIGHT FANTASTIC TOE.
If Convocation gives a grand Fancy Dress Ball this year, the only
dance in which the Bishops may legally take part is La Pastorale.
FIREWORKS AND FEASTING.
The other evening Mr. Punch gave a banquet to himself, that he
might see the fireworks at the Crystal Palace. The evening being wet,
the fireworks were postponed, and the only explosions heard were
those of Mr. Punch's laughter at the jokes which he was pleased to
make for his own private entertainment. A chief cause of his hilarity
was the pleasant thought that, as the fireworks were put off, he would
have to go and dine again, in order to inspect them. His joy in this
reflection increased with each of the eleven plats preceding the
blanchaille, which, though served with a French name, was about the
best whitebait that Mr. Punch has ever tasted. Probably the Palace
fountains are supplied straight from the Thames, and thus whitebait is
pumped up daily to the big tanks on the towers. This may account,
also, for the freshness of the salmon, which kindly let itself be caught
that Mr. Punch might have the happiness of eating it.
As the Laureate might have sung, if he ha 1 only thought of it—
“ Many an evening bath Punch dined at the ‘ Trafalgar ’ and the ‘ Ship,’
And with cool champagne and claret hath refreshed his thirsty lip ; ”
but while the flavour of his Crystal Dinner sweetly lingers in his
memory, Mr. Punch is pleased to testify that one gets whitebait as
good at Sydenham as at Greenwich, and that the claret and champagne,
if anything, are better. Moreover, at the former place the landscape is
a lovely one for placid contemplation between the many courses ; and
any one who dines there when the fireworks are let off, and the gardens
are illuminated, will find no reason to complain of not having a light
dinner.
Herepath the Haughty.
Dr. Herepath (of Bristol) gives a certificate touching certain wine.
As befits his eminence, he assumes the Royal. “ The Queen has been
pleased to grant,” &c., says the Court Circular. “ I am pleased to say
that all your wines are,” &c., says Dr. Herepath. We rather like
this. When Anybody is Somebody, he should comport himself as
Such.
very rude.
A PROFESSIONAL VIEW OF THINGS.
“ She’s no chicken,” said a coarse man, speaking of a certain lady.
“ And what’s more, she’s a soose.”
Trecalfe, our Bookseller, who has recently got married, says of his
wife, that he feels that her life is bound up in his.
8—2
t
Yol. 52.