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August 24, 1867
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August 24, 1867.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
73
MUSIC HATH CHARMS.”
Chief Cleric in H.M. Deputy-Assistant-Secretary's Inland Parcels Revenue Office.
“ Hullo, Mb. Dumbledore ! What have you got thebe ? Despatches?”
Dumbledore (who plays in the Civil Service Amateur Orchestra). “ No, Sir, it’s
my Double Bass Contre-Fagotto, Sir ! We’ve a Behearsal to-night, Sib.”
Chief. “Ah, just so; well {sees an opening), yes, s’long as you don’t ki’
UP A Bow HERE, YOU KNOW, ’R ELSE WE’D BATHER YOU HAD FORGOT IT, YOU
know.” {Retires chuckling.)
BEATITUDE MADE EASY.
BY AN OLD BACHELOR.
O sympathy with others’ jojs !
That’s what we ought to feel, my boys.
He who has that can want ho more ;
He’s happy howsoever poor.
Entranced in the mesmeric state,
’Tis said that some participate,
In taste, of what another eats ;
And share his drinks as well as meats.
If you could sympathise like that,
An Alderman might gorge green fat,
Yet not enjoy it all alone;
Eor you might make his gust your own.
You could rejoice when gourmands dine.
And quaff the best of every wine,
Eor so they’d be obliged to do
Not only for themselves but you.
Beyond the pleasures of a meal.
All others’ gladness could you feel,
Envy would in your bosom end ;
Your rival’s self would be your friend.
What if, preferred, he gain your Miss ?
Imagine his domestic bliss.
Be conscious of it if you can;
Then will you be a happy man.
But sympathy should never go
So far as sharing others’ woe ;
For whilst that hurts you, it doth not
At all alleviate their lot.
Let me not taste the sable draught
Which by mine ailing friend is quaffed.
Nor of his leathery chop or steak.
With sympathetic sense, partake ;
Nor share my blessed rival’s ire
When Madam’s bills his patience tire,
Or when she, with her whims and pets,
His poor philosophy upsets.
Nor yet his care about his wife,
Such as he ’ll feel in after life,
When she will be a rose o’erblown,
And I right glad that I’m alone.
HOW ABE YOU AT BOMSEY ?
There is in Hampshire a town which owes some celebrity to being
situated in the neighbourhood of Broadlands, late the seat of Palmers-
ton. In the adjoining districts it is also noted with a distinction
derived from the circumstances of its situation, from which it is named
Bomsey on the Mud. Another peculiarity relative to Bomsey renders
it necessary for you to mind how you ask agriculturists and others
thereabouts if they have been there. “ Going to Bomsey ” is a local
phrase for getting drunk. In this saying, perhaps, Bomsey is named
merely on the strength of its beer ; but. on the mildest supposition, the
Temperance League and the United Kingdom Alliance will no doubt
coincide in the opinion that it is a place in which there may exist
special need for the delivery of discourses such as those mentioned in
the subjoined paragraph culled from the Hampshire Independent:—
“Teetotal Lectures.—Mr. Dunn, ‘ the converted clown,’ lectured in the Town
Bull on Wednesday and Thursday evenings to very large audiences."
Let us hope that the exhortations of Mr. Dunn, the converted
clown, will not have been altogether lost upon the clowns, converted or
unconverted, of whom not a few, having stalked in from the surround-
ing farms, were probably included in his audience at the Bomsey Town
Hall. It is not impossible that he may have almost succeeded in per-
suading some of them to reduce their consumption of malt liquor by a
barrel a week or so. Our Hants contemporary does not report the
i discourses of Mr. Dunn, but only states that:—
“ The lecture was each evening begun with prayer, and at intervals several
temperance melodies were sung.”
Some of these melodies were, perhaps, sung by the lecturer himself.
We can imagine an ex-clown, turned lecturer on teetotalism, producing
a great effect in favour of total abstinence principles, by singing, in
disparagement of spirituous and fermented liquors, and in praise of
water, tea, and slops, serious parodies of Hot Codlings and Tippety-
witchet.
SAYINGS AT SPITHEAD.
Reviewing the Review.
Says Ben to me, When Nelson fought
Our ships were hearts of oak,
By canvas then they came to port.
And not by steam and smoke.
We knew not then no Armstrong gun,
Of which I hear such praise:
Yet many a tough sea-fight we won,
In them old-fashioned days!
Says I to Ben, Tho’ ships may change,
And sail give way to screw ;
Tho’ guns be made of longer range.
Out tars are still True Blue !
And should the dogs of war break out.
Full soon you ’ll find, I says.
That British tars have hearts as stout
As in the good old days !
Buinous Expenditure.—The extravagance of the ladies in their
dress is growing more and more fearful, judging by a Price List (won-
derfully illustrated) oue of the articles in which is the “ Gemma,” or
“ Jewelled” Jupon!
Vol. 53.
3—2
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
73
MUSIC HATH CHARMS.”
Chief Cleric in H.M. Deputy-Assistant-Secretary's Inland Parcels Revenue Office.
“ Hullo, Mb. Dumbledore ! What have you got thebe ? Despatches?”
Dumbledore (who plays in the Civil Service Amateur Orchestra). “ No, Sir, it’s
my Double Bass Contre-Fagotto, Sir ! We’ve a Behearsal to-night, Sib.”
Chief. “Ah, just so; well {sees an opening), yes, s’long as you don’t ki’
UP A Bow HERE, YOU KNOW, ’R ELSE WE’D BATHER YOU HAD FORGOT IT, YOU
know.” {Retires chuckling.)
BEATITUDE MADE EASY.
BY AN OLD BACHELOR.
O sympathy with others’ jojs !
That’s what we ought to feel, my boys.
He who has that can want ho more ;
He’s happy howsoever poor.
Entranced in the mesmeric state,
’Tis said that some participate,
In taste, of what another eats ;
And share his drinks as well as meats.
If you could sympathise like that,
An Alderman might gorge green fat,
Yet not enjoy it all alone;
Eor you might make his gust your own.
You could rejoice when gourmands dine.
And quaff the best of every wine,
Eor so they’d be obliged to do
Not only for themselves but you.
Beyond the pleasures of a meal.
All others’ gladness could you feel,
Envy would in your bosom end ;
Your rival’s self would be your friend.
What if, preferred, he gain your Miss ?
Imagine his domestic bliss.
Be conscious of it if you can;
Then will you be a happy man.
But sympathy should never go
So far as sharing others’ woe ;
For whilst that hurts you, it doth not
At all alleviate their lot.
Let me not taste the sable draught
Which by mine ailing friend is quaffed.
Nor of his leathery chop or steak.
With sympathetic sense, partake ;
Nor share my blessed rival’s ire
When Madam’s bills his patience tire,
Or when she, with her whims and pets,
His poor philosophy upsets.
Nor yet his care about his wife,
Such as he ’ll feel in after life,
When she will be a rose o’erblown,
And I right glad that I’m alone.
HOW ABE YOU AT BOMSEY ?
There is in Hampshire a town which owes some celebrity to being
situated in the neighbourhood of Broadlands, late the seat of Palmers-
ton. In the adjoining districts it is also noted with a distinction
derived from the circumstances of its situation, from which it is named
Bomsey on the Mud. Another peculiarity relative to Bomsey renders
it necessary for you to mind how you ask agriculturists and others
thereabouts if they have been there. “ Going to Bomsey ” is a local
phrase for getting drunk. In this saying, perhaps, Bomsey is named
merely on the strength of its beer ; but. on the mildest supposition, the
Temperance League and the United Kingdom Alliance will no doubt
coincide in the opinion that it is a place in which there may exist
special need for the delivery of discourses such as those mentioned in
the subjoined paragraph culled from the Hampshire Independent:—
“Teetotal Lectures.—Mr. Dunn, ‘ the converted clown,’ lectured in the Town
Bull on Wednesday and Thursday evenings to very large audiences."
Let us hope that the exhortations of Mr. Dunn, the converted
clown, will not have been altogether lost upon the clowns, converted or
unconverted, of whom not a few, having stalked in from the surround-
ing farms, were probably included in his audience at the Bomsey Town
Hall. It is not impossible that he may have almost succeeded in per-
suading some of them to reduce their consumption of malt liquor by a
barrel a week or so. Our Hants contemporary does not report the
i discourses of Mr. Dunn, but only states that:—
“ The lecture was each evening begun with prayer, and at intervals several
temperance melodies were sung.”
Some of these melodies were, perhaps, sung by the lecturer himself.
We can imagine an ex-clown, turned lecturer on teetotalism, producing
a great effect in favour of total abstinence principles, by singing, in
disparagement of spirituous and fermented liquors, and in praise of
water, tea, and slops, serious parodies of Hot Codlings and Tippety-
witchet.
SAYINGS AT SPITHEAD.
Reviewing the Review.
Says Ben to me, When Nelson fought
Our ships were hearts of oak,
By canvas then they came to port.
And not by steam and smoke.
We knew not then no Armstrong gun,
Of which I hear such praise:
Yet many a tough sea-fight we won,
In them old-fashioned days!
Says I to Ben, Tho’ ships may change,
And sail give way to screw ;
Tho’ guns be made of longer range.
Out tars are still True Blue !
And should the dogs of war break out.
Full soon you ’ll find, I says.
That British tars have hearts as stout
As in the good old days !
Buinous Expenditure.—The extravagance of the ladies in their
dress is growing more and more fearful, judging by a Price List (won-
derfully illustrated) oue of the articles in which is the “ Gemma,” or
“ Jewelled” Jupon!
Vol. 53.
3—2