Punch (53.1867)

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ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART.

First curled and powdered Darling {to Photographer). “ You’d better take Pains with these ’ere Carte de Visites, as they’ll
BE A GOOD DEAL SHOWN ABOUT.”

Second curled and powdered Darling {on the Sofa). “ Yes— pertiklerly in the Hupper Suckles.—Get you Customers, you know.”

THE BRITISH LION TO THE BELGIAN.

Here’s a God-speed to the Lion that, in troublous times of yore,

In Brabant and old Elanders stood to guard his native shore :
Springing, at ring of Holand,* to watch-tower and to wall,

’Gainst. Spaniard and Hollander, ’gainst Austrian and Gaul.

“ For defence and not defiance” the Flemish tocsin rung;

“ For defence and not defiance ” were Flemish crossbows strung :

“ For defence and not defiance ” her strength now Belgium bands;

“ For defence and not defiance,” Britain’s sons with hers clasp hands.

Her cause of old was ours, the cause of free speech and free thought;
The triumph of her cause, like ours, with civic blood was bought.

Both guardians of homes and hearths, of liberties and law.

Behoved the British Lion grasp the Belgian Lion’s paw.

The welcome that you gave us we have given back to you,

In spite of all red-tape, routine, or blundering might do :

Though aboard of the Serapis beds and breakfasts might be spare,
Though Guildhall tables, for the nonce, groaned under meagre fare—

Though his mains St. Switbin opened, and emptied all his hose,

And flung his wettest blanket on all our sports and shows:

Though no Queen bade you welcome when you feasted in her Court;
Though medallions and luncheons at Wimbledon fell short—

Though the wind put out the fireworks and the fountains blew awry,
j And forbade your rifle-bullets to get home on the bull’s-eye.

Still, there was warmth of welcome, that kindled warmth again,

And laughed to scorn shortcomings, short commons, wind, and rain.

Yes, ’twas warm, if clumsy, welcome that England proffered you,
Stout-hearted civic soldiers, Flemish brethren, trained and true :

A kindred blood, a common cause, and kindness to requite,

It was for these we gave, and you accepted the invite !

* The old toesin-bell at Bruges.

GOOSE AND GANDER.

Strikes are generally stupid, and always dull. The London Tailors’
Strike, however, has been enlivened by an uncommonly striking inci-
dent. On Saturday, last week, a charge of conspiracy was brought
before Mr. Tyrwhitt, at Marlborough Street, on behalf of the
journeymen tailors, members of the Trade Union, against the President,
Secretary, and several members of the Master Tailors’ Association. It
was based upon the simple fact that the masters had formed a society
among themselves, engaged not to employ men belonging to the Trade
Union. To be sure, there was no complaint that any violence or in-
timidation—any such thing, for example, as picketing—had been con-
certed by the masters to coerce the workmen. But they were accused
of agreeing to keep a register of Non-Unionists, and not to employ any
man whose name was not entered thereon. Yet Mr. Tyrwhitt
dismissed the case, very much, probably, to the astonishment of the
journeym n tailors. They, of course, imagined that there was one law
for the employers, and another law for themselves—a law which per-
mitted them to combine against the employers, and another law which
forbade the employers to unite against themselves. Considerably, no
doubt, did they wonder to find that, in common with the master tailors,
they were subject to the condition of tit for tat, and that what is
sauce for the tailors’ goose is also sauce for, so to speak, the tailors’
gander.

Wallah-Billah! Wonderful!

The Sultan has been described as slow of speech. This is a mis-
take, at least to judge by his utterances while on this visit to the
West. Since his arrival, the Padishah has been in a perpetual state
of amazement; and has expressed the feeling with the utmost “ wallah-
billah-ty ! ”

What Mr. Cockcraft, the Secretary of the Belgian Enter-
tainment Committee has shoivn himself.—More cocky than crafty.