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June 29, 1867
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June 29, 1867.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 263
GARDENING FOR JUNE.
CROQUET BEGINS TO CROP UP—CURATES REQUIRE TRAINING.
ROMAN CATHOLIC DEMONSTRATION AT BIRMINGHAM.
A Mr. Murphy, described as the “ agent of the London Protestant
Electoral Union,” has been for some time going about lecturing against
Popery. He is accustomed to abuse the Pope and the popish priests
in language so ridiculously violent, that, if the Roman Catholics took
no notice of him, Protestants would laugh at him. But, wherever he
goes, his appearance as a lecturer seems to be the signal for a riot on
the part of his theological adversaries. They mobbed him at Wolver-
hampton, at Wednesbury, and other towns thereabout; and now, lastly,
by way of confuting him, they have been mobbing him at Birmingham,
and creating a riot. The following is an extract from a report of one
of Mr. Murphy’s discourses, delivered at the place last named:—
“ Popery was the same to-day as it was in days gone by . {Hear, hear!) If she
had the power (said Mb. Murphy) what wouldn’t she do to you ? What would she
do to me ? Why, she would roast me, as she did Ridley, Cranmer, and Latimer.”
To refute these assertions the Roman Catholic multitude assembled
themselves around the “ Tabernacle ” in which Murphy was holding
forth, and threw stones. Then they attacked the adjacent house occu-
pied by the father of the secretary to the local Protestant Association,
damaged some of the furniture, and broke all the windows. This was
their way of demonstrating that Popery would not roast Protestants if
Popery could. Conclusive—wasn’t it ? They might as well have con-
tented themselves with returning railing for railing, and, when they
were reviled, have simply reviled again, without throwing stones as
well as casting reproaches. Their faith would have been sufficiently
vindicated if they had given the object of their resentment names for
names. They might very justly have called Murphy a talking potato.
By making fun of him, and roasting him in that manner, they would
have shown that he was mistaken in saying that Popery would, if she
could, roast him as she did Ridley, Cranmer, and Latimer. Thus
might they have held Murphy up to derision, in the comical figure, as
it were, of a roasted Murphy, or ’tater all hot.
Compound Rating.—Being blown up by one’s Wife, and her Sister
chiming in !
WHO WOULD BE A KING?
Speaking of a state dinner given by the Emperor oe Austria to
the Ambassadors, &c., at the Palace of Buda, the Times says, “ It was
a jour maigre, and besides his Majesty the King was bound by custom
to fast the day before his being anointed and crowned.” Pardon the
antiquity of the joke, and permit the remark, that his Majesty must
have thoroughly realised what the Diet of Flung’ry is. If the day
before the Coronation was a jour maigre, the day of the Coronation
appears to have been a jour Magyar.
Labouring Lords.
Six-and-a-half columns of Peers’ Debates in Friday’s Times!
Wonders will never cease. Their Lordships are evidently “putting
on a spurt,” thanks to the poking up they have had lately. But mere
talk is not the thing wanted from you, my Lords. It is more work.
No doubt that will come. The Working-man is so decidedly in the
ascendant just now, that we need not be surprised one of these days
to encounter him in force, even in the House of Lords !
over the sea.
“ The introduction of Salmon ova to the rivers of Australia has
proved successful.” Following the usual style, the newspaper should
have added, that they received a perfect ovation.
literary announcement.
A companion volume to A Winter with the Sioallows in Algeria will be
published this season, under the title of A Summer with the Sparrows
in Belgravia. _
Virtue is its own Reward.—Ernest Hart’s best testimonial—
The Metropolitan Sick-Poor Act.
The Man tor Hackney.—Horsman.
GARDENING FOR JUNE.
CROQUET BEGINS TO CROP UP—CURATES REQUIRE TRAINING.
ROMAN CATHOLIC DEMONSTRATION AT BIRMINGHAM.
A Mr. Murphy, described as the “ agent of the London Protestant
Electoral Union,” has been for some time going about lecturing against
Popery. He is accustomed to abuse the Pope and the popish priests
in language so ridiculously violent, that, if the Roman Catholics took
no notice of him, Protestants would laugh at him. But, wherever he
goes, his appearance as a lecturer seems to be the signal for a riot on
the part of his theological adversaries. They mobbed him at Wolver-
hampton, at Wednesbury, and other towns thereabout; and now, lastly,
by way of confuting him, they have been mobbing him at Birmingham,
and creating a riot. The following is an extract from a report of one
of Mr. Murphy’s discourses, delivered at the place last named:—
“ Popery was the same to-day as it was in days gone by . {Hear, hear!) If she
had the power (said Mb. Murphy) what wouldn’t she do to you ? What would she
do to me ? Why, she would roast me, as she did Ridley, Cranmer, and Latimer.”
To refute these assertions the Roman Catholic multitude assembled
themselves around the “ Tabernacle ” in which Murphy was holding
forth, and threw stones. Then they attacked the adjacent house occu-
pied by the father of the secretary to the local Protestant Association,
damaged some of the furniture, and broke all the windows. This was
their way of demonstrating that Popery would not roast Protestants if
Popery could. Conclusive—wasn’t it ? They might as well have con-
tented themselves with returning railing for railing, and, when they
were reviled, have simply reviled again, without throwing stones as
well as casting reproaches. Their faith would have been sufficiently
vindicated if they had given the object of their resentment names for
names. They might very justly have called Murphy a talking potato.
By making fun of him, and roasting him in that manner, they would
have shown that he was mistaken in saying that Popery would, if she
could, roast him as she did Ridley, Cranmer, and Latimer. Thus
might they have held Murphy up to derision, in the comical figure, as
it were, of a roasted Murphy, or ’tater all hot.
Compound Rating.—Being blown up by one’s Wife, and her Sister
chiming in !
WHO WOULD BE A KING?
Speaking of a state dinner given by the Emperor oe Austria to
the Ambassadors, &c., at the Palace of Buda, the Times says, “ It was
a jour maigre, and besides his Majesty the King was bound by custom
to fast the day before his being anointed and crowned.” Pardon the
antiquity of the joke, and permit the remark, that his Majesty must
have thoroughly realised what the Diet of Flung’ry is. If the day
before the Coronation was a jour maigre, the day of the Coronation
appears to have been a jour Magyar.
Labouring Lords.
Six-and-a-half columns of Peers’ Debates in Friday’s Times!
Wonders will never cease. Their Lordships are evidently “putting
on a spurt,” thanks to the poking up they have had lately. But mere
talk is not the thing wanted from you, my Lords. It is more work.
No doubt that will come. The Working-man is so decidedly in the
ascendant just now, that we need not be surprised one of these days
to encounter him in force, even in the House of Lords !
over the sea.
“ The introduction of Salmon ova to the rivers of Australia has
proved successful.” Following the usual style, the newspaper should
have added, that they received a perfect ovation.
literary announcement.
A companion volume to A Winter with the Sioallows in Algeria will be
published this season, under the title of A Summer with the Sparrows
in Belgravia. _
Virtue is its own Reward.—Ernest Hart’s best testimonial—
The Metropolitan Sick-Poor Act.
The Man tor Hackney.—Horsman.