Punch (55.1868)

190

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[October 31, 1868.

SOMETHING WRONG.”

New Parlour-Maicl. “Here’s Three on ’em, Mum, an’ only Two Tickets! !”

THE SPANISH REVOLUTION.

{From our own Correspondent.)

In answer to several questions on matters of detail in the present
■crisis, we beg to state that General Prim is not a Quaker. Also,
that the Rose which bears his name was not so called after him.

They say the Spanish Onions have risen in a body. I perfectly
'believe it.

^ The Anti-Slavery Society have memorialised the Spanish Provisional
'Government. A foreigner, hearing this, quoted Hamlet’s line—
“ What’s ’Cuba to him, or he to ’Cuba ? ”

Preedom of thought is proclaimed everywhere. I am thinking what
I like, and so is everybody else. Expression, however, is dangerous,

■ and even a countenance may be mistaken.

Religious Equality is also proclaimed, and, as a commencement, all
the property of the Monastic or Conventual Institutions has been
'confiscated, and appropriated to the present uses of the Provisional
' Government.

This is levelling down. (Why not level up (as I said to Prim my-
■self), by placing all Religious bodies on an equality with your Monastic
'Communities ? Prim said it was only a Provisional Government, and
’that, in short, he begged I wouldn’t bother, as he didn’t exactly—and
—would I call to-morrow. Poor fellow !

I cannot write any more at present, as I have got to dine with the
Junta at Madrid. Being a Provismial Government, of course they’re
'bound to provide dinners for everyone. Do you recollect our child-
hood’s song—

“ Rain, Rain,

Go to Spain.’’

Well, here it is ; and, if I didn’t know the joke was such a despe-
rately old one, I should say that, although the Queen no longer reigns,

yet-but I will say it, at dinner to-day: they don’t know it here,

and the Junta will be delighted. Prim and Serrano were enchanted
with my song about Isabella.

Eor, oh, poor Isabella,

Y on are the sort of fell#/,

To sit inside a Celhr,

And mend an Umbe-rel-lar.

The above has a political signification, which you could only under-
stand by having resided in Spain for some time.

You cannot stay at home, Ma’am,

Then why not go to Rome, Ma’am,

Or cross the ocean’s foam. Ma’am,

And go to Angle terrey.

Eor, oh, poor Isabellas:, &c., as before.

Here’s a good thing, said by Prim. (N.B. Private and not to be
\ printed. Put it in, because I’ve pledged my word to him. that it should
appear in Punch.)

“ What,” he asked, “ is the difference between a certain fashionable
colour and our present Government ? ”

I gave it up, it being just dinner-time.

“ Why,” says he, “ the one is Magenta, the other is My Junta.”

Of course he accommodated his Spanish to his company. Just like
him. Noble Nature. Yours ever

Sanky Pansie.

Important Announcement.

Mr. Beales has recognised the Spanish Revolution, which is very
much gratified. He is, however, less satisfied with Vesuvius, and
means to call the attention of the Reform League to the conduct of
that mountain, and possibly to propose a vote of censure on the eruption.

Riddle on Ritualism.

Ritualists burn incense. Why ?
To perfume a Church that’s High.
Well—but, rather, I suppose,

To lead donkeys by the nose.

“ The Act of Union.”—Getting Married.