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September 7, 1867
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[September 7, 1867.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
“ INC1DIT IN SCYLLAM,” &c.
Ensign Muffles (alluding to Ms Moustache). “ You see, some say, ‘ Wear it,’
YOU KNOW ; AND SOME SAY, ‘ CUT IT OFF,’ YOU KNOW; BUT IF I TOOK EVERY-
BODY’S ADVICE I SHOULD BE LIKE THE OLD MAN AND HIS DONKEY.”
Sergeant O’Rourke. “ Your’r Hon’rr would—(but not wishing to be per-
sonal about his Officer’s age) that is—laste-ways,—barrin the Ould
Man, your Hon-r-r-r ! ! ! ”
CRIMINAL POPULARITY.
Mr. William Broadhead, ex-publican (and sinner),
appears to be a great attraction still at Sheffield. The
Magistrates most properly have closed his public-house,
but they have not annulled his liberty by refusing him his
licence. Mr. Broadhead is at large, with other uncon-
victed criminals, and has not left his pothouse bar for the
bar of an Assize Court. As a proof of his exceeding popu-
larity at Sheffield, the other day a placard was posted in
the neighbourhood, stating that a “fete” was going to be
held, and that the famous Mr. Broadhead was “ expected
on the ground.”
We wonder how much Mr. Broadhead was paid for his
attendance, and whether he did anything to entertain the
company, more than simply walking round to show himself
to their delighted eyes. Perhaps he sang a comic song,
introducing the old street cry of “ Flare up and join the
Union,” and told some funny stories of the way in which
poor saw-grinders who would not join the Union had been
fired at or burnt out. No longer having his own pot-house
at which he can exhibit himself, Mr. Broadhead may
be hpard of soon as starring in the provinces, and giving
public entertainments, in company perhaps with his ac-
complice, Mr. Crookes. The latter villain will exhibit
“the identical air-gun” with which he shot his victims;
and, as a climax, the two worthies may parody the last
scene in The Miller and his Men, and end. their entertain-
ment with a Sheffield “ blowing up.”
Among the “ interesting additions ” to the Chamber
of Horrors, the public surely would delight to see “The
Famous Mr. Broadhead, as he appeared when planning
a Murderous Trade Outrage;” and they would doubtless
flock in crowds to look at Mr. Crookes’s air-gun, as
their fathers of old crowded to see Mr. Thurtell’s gig.
Continental Gossip.
Baron Beust is taking warm baths at Gastein. It is
hard that a politician who has managed to keep on ami-
cable terms with everyone during the session should in
the vacation have got himself into hot water. We hope
he will come well out of it.
forensic fashion.
Miss Flanagan says, that if she were a man she should
like to be a Queen’s Counsel, because then she would have
a silk gown.
MUSIC AND TEE DRAMA.
Sir,
Being your Dramatic Critic, you expect something from me
wherever I am. Holding as I do the free and enlightened opinion, that
personal presence is not an essential to criticism, I send you my notices
of what I imagine must be going on in Town judging, that is, from the
daily papers which arrive at Shwyngll on the Rhrllmr (a Welsh river)
twice a week.
Let me begin then with Covent Garden, under the sole direction of
Lord John Russell, I mean Mr. J. R. Natural mistake, seeing that
Lord John has so often “ made overtures.” There’s a band of 100
performers, headed by Signor Bottesini, who used to play ou the
Violoncello.
A wonderful fellow
For Violoncello.
I cannot give you a strictly scientific account of the Programme, but
suffice it to say, that Johann Strauss’s overture to La Gazza Ladra
is nightly encored; The Courtois Union (a workhouse madrigal) is re-
demanded by everyone. That Cherubini’s La Datise d’Amour, written
expressly for Messrs. Winterbottom, Master Bonnay, and Mlle.
Sarolta, is in every way worthy of the Composer’s reputation. It is
pleasant to see John Strauss when he waltzes and polkas, and is
greeted with acclamations. He must find it very hot work.
London is out of Town, and therefore no wonder that The Great City
has gone to Liverpool.
People are roaring with laughter at Monsieur Buckstone in To
Paris and Back for Five Pounds. Mr. Sothern will re-appear here
in a new piece entitled the American Cousin.
Miss Amy Sedgwick (so fresh and unchanged she ought to be
Mrss Same-y Sedgwick) has filled the Haymarket. I mean the
| people have filled it: she attracting.
Miss Kate Terry has been making her adieux. Parting is such
sweet sorrow that we could say good bye for five hundred nights
more.
The Adelphi is “ to be let ” during September ; why not let it out,
and make a little more room iu the stalls ?
The Olympic.—The Grasshopper is going on hopping. The Sisters
Webb should have made a Pastoral Lyrical drama of it, and called it
the Grass- Hopper a.
Strand Theatre.—When the Strand Company is away the Pauls will
play. By the way, if all our entertainers would urnte together, we
might get something like an Opera Bouffe.
New Royalty.—I have a vague idea of its being the 100,000th night
of everything and everybody at this little House. Generations will
come and go, and still will Pretty Seeusan say No, and Captain Crosstree
will be the Veteran Dewar’s name. Meg’s Diversion is, as heretofore,
the name of the first piece, but it should be called Meg’s never-say-Die-
version. . _
The Circus in High Holborn.—l like to see the epithet “ High,” as
the West-end clubbers until lately considered everything in that part
as Low Holborn. But the Theatre de Parry, with the first horse,
Scud, cleared away that impression. The second horses at the Amphi-
theatre are now doing their best. There is a “Vanishing Act,” which,
of course, every one stops to see. There is a daring balloon flight,
which as I haven’t seen it, 1 will forthwith describe. The grooms
bring in a large balloon. They inflate it with gas. Then enter Madame
Gerard on horseback. She dares the grooms to let the balloon fly.
They, maddened by her taunts, let it go. It ascends, breaks through
the roof, and disappears. Whereupon Madame Gerard canters round
the ring, bows gracefully to the spectators, and retires. Thus ends
the “ Daring Balloon Flight,” according to my ideas of how I should
have it done. Mr. Ryder tbe tragedian, does not appear here.
Let me compliment the Britannia upon its appropriate Bill. Bri-
tannia rules tbe waves, and commences with the drama of The Sea.
This is suggestive of summer, of excursion trains, Brighton, Ramsgate,
[September 7, 1867.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
“ INC1DIT IN SCYLLAM,” &c.
Ensign Muffles (alluding to Ms Moustache). “ You see, some say, ‘ Wear it,’
YOU KNOW ; AND SOME SAY, ‘ CUT IT OFF,’ YOU KNOW; BUT IF I TOOK EVERY-
BODY’S ADVICE I SHOULD BE LIKE THE OLD MAN AND HIS DONKEY.”
Sergeant O’Rourke. “ Your’r Hon’rr would—(but not wishing to be per-
sonal about his Officer’s age) that is—laste-ways,—barrin the Ould
Man, your Hon-r-r-r ! ! ! ”
CRIMINAL POPULARITY.
Mr. William Broadhead, ex-publican (and sinner),
appears to be a great attraction still at Sheffield. The
Magistrates most properly have closed his public-house,
but they have not annulled his liberty by refusing him his
licence. Mr. Broadhead is at large, with other uncon-
victed criminals, and has not left his pothouse bar for the
bar of an Assize Court. As a proof of his exceeding popu-
larity at Sheffield, the other day a placard was posted in
the neighbourhood, stating that a “fete” was going to be
held, and that the famous Mr. Broadhead was “ expected
on the ground.”
We wonder how much Mr. Broadhead was paid for his
attendance, and whether he did anything to entertain the
company, more than simply walking round to show himself
to their delighted eyes. Perhaps he sang a comic song,
introducing the old street cry of “ Flare up and join the
Union,” and told some funny stories of the way in which
poor saw-grinders who would not join the Union had been
fired at or burnt out. No longer having his own pot-house
at which he can exhibit himself, Mr. Broadhead may
be hpard of soon as starring in the provinces, and giving
public entertainments, in company perhaps with his ac-
complice, Mr. Crookes. The latter villain will exhibit
“the identical air-gun” with which he shot his victims;
and, as a climax, the two worthies may parody the last
scene in The Miller and his Men, and end. their entertain-
ment with a Sheffield “ blowing up.”
Among the “ interesting additions ” to the Chamber
of Horrors, the public surely would delight to see “The
Famous Mr. Broadhead, as he appeared when planning
a Murderous Trade Outrage;” and they would doubtless
flock in crowds to look at Mr. Crookes’s air-gun, as
their fathers of old crowded to see Mr. Thurtell’s gig.
Continental Gossip.
Baron Beust is taking warm baths at Gastein. It is
hard that a politician who has managed to keep on ami-
cable terms with everyone during the session should in
the vacation have got himself into hot water. We hope
he will come well out of it.
forensic fashion.
Miss Flanagan says, that if she were a man she should
like to be a Queen’s Counsel, because then she would have
a silk gown.
MUSIC AND TEE DRAMA.
Sir,
Being your Dramatic Critic, you expect something from me
wherever I am. Holding as I do the free and enlightened opinion, that
personal presence is not an essential to criticism, I send you my notices
of what I imagine must be going on in Town judging, that is, from the
daily papers which arrive at Shwyngll on the Rhrllmr (a Welsh river)
twice a week.
Let me begin then with Covent Garden, under the sole direction of
Lord John Russell, I mean Mr. J. R. Natural mistake, seeing that
Lord John has so often “ made overtures.” There’s a band of 100
performers, headed by Signor Bottesini, who used to play ou the
Violoncello.
A wonderful fellow
For Violoncello.
I cannot give you a strictly scientific account of the Programme, but
suffice it to say, that Johann Strauss’s overture to La Gazza Ladra
is nightly encored; The Courtois Union (a workhouse madrigal) is re-
demanded by everyone. That Cherubini’s La Datise d’Amour, written
expressly for Messrs. Winterbottom, Master Bonnay, and Mlle.
Sarolta, is in every way worthy of the Composer’s reputation. It is
pleasant to see John Strauss when he waltzes and polkas, and is
greeted with acclamations. He must find it very hot work.
London is out of Town, and therefore no wonder that The Great City
has gone to Liverpool.
People are roaring with laughter at Monsieur Buckstone in To
Paris and Back for Five Pounds. Mr. Sothern will re-appear here
in a new piece entitled the American Cousin.
Miss Amy Sedgwick (so fresh and unchanged she ought to be
Mrss Same-y Sedgwick) has filled the Haymarket. I mean the
| people have filled it: she attracting.
Miss Kate Terry has been making her adieux. Parting is such
sweet sorrow that we could say good bye for five hundred nights
more.
The Adelphi is “ to be let ” during September ; why not let it out,
and make a little more room iu the stalls ?
The Olympic.—The Grasshopper is going on hopping. The Sisters
Webb should have made a Pastoral Lyrical drama of it, and called it
the Grass- Hopper a.
Strand Theatre.—When the Strand Company is away the Pauls will
play. By the way, if all our entertainers would urnte together, we
might get something like an Opera Bouffe.
New Royalty.—I have a vague idea of its being the 100,000th night
of everything and everybody at this little House. Generations will
come and go, and still will Pretty Seeusan say No, and Captain Crosstree
will be the Veteran Dewar’s name. Meg’s Diversion is, as heretofore,
the name of the first piece, but it should be called Meg’s never-say-Die-
version. . _
The Circus in High Holborn.—l like to see the epithet “ High,” as
the West-end clubbers until lately considered everything in that part
as Low Holborn. But the Theatre de Parry, with the first horse,
Scud, cleared away that impression. The second horses at the Amphi-
theatre are now doing their best. There is a “Vanishing Act,” which,
of course, every one stops to see. There is a daring balloon flight,
which as I haven’t seen it, 1 will forthwith describe. The grooms
bring in a large balloon. They inflate it with gas. Then enter Madame
Gerard on horseback. She dares the grooms to let the balloon fly.
They, maddened by her taunts, let it go. It ascends, breaks through
the roof, and disappears. Whereupon Madame Gerard canters round
the ring, bows gracefully to the spectators, and retires. Thus ends
the “ Daring Balloon Flight,” according to my ideas of how I should
have it done. Mr. Ryder tbe tragedian, does not appear here.
Let me compliment the Britannia upon its appropriate Bill. Bri-
tannia rules tbe waves, and commences with the drama of The Sea.
This is suggestive of summer, of excursion trains, Brighton, Ramsgate,