DOI issue:
February 26, 1870
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16885#0086
February 26, 1870.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
77
LA MODE AND LA MISbRE.
Hungry reader—still more, cold and hungry reader—if Punch counts
among his readers any so vulgar as to be cold and hungry, would you
he comforted ? Read here—and warm yourself in the winter garments
of your betters.
La Misere, allow me lo introduce you to La Mode !
"Toilettes de visite appear to have arrived at the last stage of magni-
ficence, the richest stuffs being now garnished -with the richest trimmings.
'Puke, tor instance, a robe of golden brown velvet, and warm grey satin made
with a long train au manteau de cour, the satin jupe having two flounces
coquilles, the uppermost of satin trimmed with a delicate interlacing passe-
menterie, the lower one of velvet edged with a gathered bolder of black lace.
The velvet train is trimmed all round with bands of rich passementerie, that
gradually widen towards its extremity, headed by ruches of grey satin."
Or this—
" An equally elegant costume is in violet velvet and satin of a lighter shade,
the under jupe of velvet being trimmed round the bottom with a deep entredeux
of black velvet on white satin, bordered above and below by a floss silk fringe.
The upper jupe a traine is in satin, and raised at the sides behind coques of
violet velvet and black lace. Long basques trimmed with rouleaux of velvet,
bordered with deep black Lice, hung from the back of the corsage, and, joined
together at their ends, follow the sweep of the train. The tight sleeves have
puffs on the ehoulders and slashes of white satin veiled with black lace."
Ts it possible you are still sad and sick and shivering ? Then put
this on your back aud warm jou :—
"One toilette, entirely of velvet of a warm violet shade, is made with a short
jacket bordered with chinchilla fur, a band of which is arranged to form a small
simulated pelerine behind. The cuff's of the tight-titting under-sleeves,
together with the openings of the loose hanging sleeves, which droop almost
level with the knees, are trimmed en suite. The perfectly plain tunic has a
fur border, and the under jupe has a deep band of fur some few inches from
the bottom. A velvet muff bound with tur and a velvet toque rimmed with
a. grey feather, secured with a large gold buckle, complete a costume the
elegance of which rivals its simplicity. A toilette in Carmelite velvet,
trimmed with twisted silk cord, the under jupe of which has a deep flounce
with heading, has ita -Jt)per juoe raised at the sides by interlacing cords and
tassels; while the jacket, which is open behind to accommodate the slight
bouffante, has a couple of pointed basques falling down rather low in front and
a vaporous-looking lace fiill at its open collar."
There ! Isn't that nice wearing !
And as one good turn deserves another,
Let me next introduce La Mode to La Misere, a seasonable ac-
quaintance in this fine bracing weather.
Here is an inquest at Charing Cross Hospital last Wednesday, on
John Sutton, aged fifty-three, coach-wheelwright, sober and industrious
—out of employment the last four months—supported a sister while
in work—nothing to eat for the last few weeks but dry bread and
weak tea, procured by pledging clothes and furniture. Mary Love-
land, a widow, called on the brother and sister last Thursday—seeing
the man was ill for want of food, she asked the parish doctor to come
to him. Doctor's assistant came and saw him, and said he had better
come into the house on the following day. But the story loses by con-
densation. Let Mary Loveland tell it "to the bitter end," in her
own way :—
" At the request of the assistant she went in the afternoon to the surgery
of the workhouse for some medicine, when she told the doctor the man was
dying for want of food, and asked him to give her an order for some beef-tea
or some oatmeal. He said there was no oatmeal in the house, but made no
remark about the beef-tea. He said the deceased had better come to the
house the next morning. He did not say anything about sending a conveyance.
On Friday morning the deceased had a small piece of dry bread to eat, and at
11 o'clock he left home with witness and his sister to go to the workhouse. Be
had got but a little way, when he fell down in the street insensible, and was
taken to the hospital in a cib by a policeman. The cab-fare was paid by Mr.
Bichards, a draper in Ann Street, who saw the deceased fall. Mr. Mitchell,
house-surgeon, said deceased was admitted into the hospital about 12 o'clock
on Friday morning last. He was insensible, and in a most exhausted state.
Every attention was paid to him, but he never rallied, and died at 10 o'clock
in the evening.' The result of a post mortem examination showed that
deceased was suffering from inflammation of the lungs, the other organs being
healthy. There was no food in the stomach, nor a particle of fat on the
body, which was much emaciated. The want of food and exposure to the
cold had accelerated the inflammation of the lungs, which was the immediate
cause of death. After some deliberation, the following verdict was returned :
—" That the deceased died from inflammation of the lungs, produced by ex-
posure to the cold and the want of food."
This is one of four inquests in the same coroner's district on the
same day, ending in effect in the same concise verdict: " Death from
want of food, and privation." And there has been no day this last
week without several such inquests.
No wonder the St. Pancras Guardians the other day got angry with
the aggravating medical man who would persist in giving ihe sick
poor certificates of "exhaustion from want of food." As if that wss
a disease ! As an acute Guardian said, " for a Doctor to give such a
certificate was no better than washing his hands of the patient alto-
gether"—and flinging hioi " dead" on the rates.
Ah—there's the rub ! There wouldn't be so much harm if the
doctor would only wait till ihe pauper's dead before flinging him.
But unfortunately you can't always hit it so exactly as you did in the
case of John Sutton, where the man died within eight hours of his
admission to the House, and never cost the parish a meal. The St.
Pancras Doctor needn't be in such a hurry—if he wasn't bent on
spiting the guardians!
PAUL PRY AT ST. PETER'S.
It seems that a jackdaw in ecclesiastical peacock's feathers has
really, by the complicity of a Roman tailor, contrived to creep into the
Oecumenical Council. Who is he ? Perhaps some contemporary's
Own Correspondent. Having been found out. he was sent to prison,
where he remains. Suppose he is a British subject. Shall we have in
fit out an expedition for his release, dealing with Pio Nono as we
dealt with Theodore ? We could do it without fear of an European
war. Napoleon would be only too glad of an excuse for leaving ihe
Pope to fight any battles which he might provoke as a King by the
exercise of his temporal sovereignty over representatives of foreign
Powers. Nor need a Roman expedition cost the Income Tax-payer ten
millions. We might make it pay its expenses by plundering t he
Vatican.
But " No Admittance Except on Business" is the rule at the Papal
Council; and his Holiness has a right to enforce it. % And shou'd we
say that a Briton is ever> where Ciois Romanics, the Holy Lather may
shut us up as well as our countryman. He can say that he perfectly
I agrees with us, regards that prying British subject precisely as a
Roman Citizen; and has served him accordingly. Which nobody can
deny.
SHARE AND SHARE ALIKE.
TLL-served Lib'ral cause ! Who in Southwark has brought her low ?
Settle it, Odger, between you and Wateklow.
Who to Layard's old home brought a high Tory lodger ?
Settle it, Waterlow, 'tween you aud Odger.
Punch won't judge betwixt you, which should have giv'n way,
But, that one of you should have, is clear as the day.
If 'twas Waterlow, hang him, a selhsh old codger !
If it wasn't, then all 1 've to say is, hang Odgek.
At pel'ing the pair Punch will join in a breather,
But it's not fair to fling all the dirt upon either.
CARVING HIS WAY TO DISTINCTION.
"A new weekly Journal is announced—The Knife and Fork—to be coi
ducted by 4 Fin-Bec,' the Author of ' The Epicure's Year Book.' "
A piece of news trhat makes the mouth water, but we should like to
! have a little more information about this new Magazine for our table.
Will The Knife and Fork appear with plates ? If so, how many cu's
will each number contain ? Will it be published in the Edgware Road ?
" Ein-Bec " is a man to play a capital Knife and Fork, and knows how
to handle his subject thoroughly well, so we may expect from him a
perfect feast of good things, served up in first-rate style, for winch
' we shall be very willing to fork out any reasonable sum But is there
! not a rival in the dining-room, in the Food Journal advertised as also
about to appear ?
I —
COLD AFTER CANDLEMAS.
With ice-bergs floating down the Thames in February, after a
cloudy Candlemas Day, we must modify the old Leonine verses relative
to that festival, and may say :—■
Sol se condebat, Maria purificante ;
Nec minor est glacies post ftstum quam fait ante.
We may also reform our old vernacular doggerel on the same subject,
as thus :—
Last Candlemas Day was dark and foul,
But the winter by no means did go last Yule,
If Candlemas Day should be bright and clear,
That may or may not be the case next year.
A Good Round Sum.
A Gentleman has offered a bet of £500 that the earth is not rotund,
as it is generally supposed to be in the best circles, a Fellow of the
Geographical Society has accepted it, and "the editor of an old estab-
lished London paper has been chosen umpire."— The Globe, of course.
Vol. 58.
:i-2
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
77
LA MODE AND LA MISbRE.
Hungry reader—still more, cold and hungry reader—if Punch counts
among his readers any so vulgar as to be cold and hungry, would you
he comforted ? Read here—and warm yourself in the winter garments
of your betters.
La Misere, allow me lo introduce you to La Mode !
"Toilettes de visite appear to have arrived at the last stage of magni-
ficence, the richest stuffs being now garnished -with the richest trimmings.
'Puke, tor instance, a robe of golden brown velvet, and warm grey satin made
with a long train au manteau de cour, the satin jupe having two flounces
coquilles, the uppermost of satin trimmed with a delicate interlacing passe-
menterie, the lower one of velvet edged with a gathered bolder of black lace.
The velvet train is trimmed all round with bands of rich passementerie, that
gradually widen towards its extremity, headed by ruches of grey satin."
Or this—
" An equally elegant costume is in violet velvet and satin of a lighter shade,
the under jupe of velvet being trimmed round the bottom with a deep entredeux
of black velvet on white satin, bordered above and below by a floss silk fringe.
The upper jupe a traine is in satin, and raised at the sides behind coques of
violet velvet and black lace. Long basques trimmed with rouleaux of velvet,
bordered with deep black Lice, hung from the back of the corsage, and, joined
together at their ends, follow the sweep of the train. The tight sleeves have
puffs on the ehoulders and slashes of white satin veiled with black lace."
Ts it possible you are still sad and sick and shivering ? Then put
this on your back aud warm jou :—
"One toilette, entirely of velvet of a warm violet shade, is made with a short
jacket bordered with chinchilla fur, a band of which is arranged to form a small
simulated pelerine behind. The cuff's of the tight-titting under-sleeves,
together with the openings of the loose hanging sleeves, which droop almost
level with the knees, are trimmed en suite. The perfectly plain tunic has a
fur border, and the under jupe has a deep band of fur some few inches from
the bottom. A velvet muff bound with tur and a velvet toque rimmed with
a. grey feather, secured with a large gold buckle, complete a costume the
elegance of which rivals its simplicity. A toilette in Carmelite velvet,
trimmed with twisted silk cord, the under jupe of which has a deep flounce
with heading, has ita -Jt)per juoe raised at the sides by interlacing cords and
tassels; while the jacket, which is open behind to accommodate the slight
bouffante, has a couple of pointed basques falling down rather low in front and
a vaporous-looking lace fiill at its open collar."
There ! Isn't that nice wearing !
And as one good turn deserves another,
Let me next introduce La Mode to La Misere, a seasonable ac-
quaintance in this fine bracing weather.
Here is an inquest at Charing Cross Hospital last Wednesday, on
John Sutton, aged fifty-three, coach-wheelwright, sober and industrious
—out of employment the last four months—supported a sister while
in work—nothing to eat for the last few weeks but dry bread and
weak tea, procured by pledging clothes and furniture. Mary Love-
land, a widow, called on the brother and sister last Thursday—seeing
the man was ill for want of food, she asked the parish doctor to come
to him. Doctor's assistant came and saw him, and said he had better
come into the house on the following day. But the story loses by con-
densation. Let Mary Loveland tell it "to the bitter end," in her
own way :—
" At the request of the assistant she went in the afternoon to the surgery
of the workhouse for some medicine, when she told the doctor the man was
dying for want of food, and asked him to give her an order for some beef-tea
or some oatmeal. He said there was no oatmeal in the house, but made no
remark about the beef-tea. He said the deceased had better come to the
house the next morning. He did not say anything about sending a conveyance.
On Friday morning the deceased had a small piece of dry bread to eat, and at
11 o'clock he left home with witness and his sister to go to the workhouse. Be
had got but a little way, when he fell down in the street insensible, and was
taken to the hospital in a cib by a policeman. The cab-fare was paid by Mr.
Bichards, a draper in Ann Street, who saw the deceased fall. Mr. Mitchell,
house-surgeon, said deceased was admitted into the hospital about 12 o'clock
on Friday morning last. He was insensible, and in a most exhausted state.
Every attention was paid to him, but he never rallied, and died at 10 o'clock
in the evening.' The result of a post mortem examination showed that
deceased was suffering from inflammation of the lungs, the other organs being
healthy. There was no food in the stomach, nor a particle of fat on the
body, which was much emaciated. The want of food and exposure to the
cold had accelerated the inflammation of the lungs, which was the immediate
cause of death. After some deliberation, the following verdict was returned :
—" That the deceased died from inflammation of the lungs, produced by ex-
posure to the cold and the want of food."
This is one of four inquests in the same coroner's district on the
same day, ending in effect in the same concise verdict: " Death from
want of food, and privation." And there has been no day this last
week without several such inquests.
No wonder the St. Pancras Guardians the other day got angry with
the aggravating medical man who would persist in giving ihe sick
poor certificates of "exhaustion from want of food." As if that wss
a disease ! As an acute Guardian said, " for a Doctor to give such a
certificate was no better than washing his hands of the patient alto-
gether"—and flinging hioi " dead" on the rates.
Ah—there's the rub ! There wouldn't be so much harm if the
doctor would only wait till ihe pauper's dead before flinging him.
But unfortunately you can't always hit it so exactly as you did in the
case of John Sutton, where the man died within eight hours of his
admission to the House, and never cost the parish a meal. The St.
Pancras Doctor needn't be in such a hurry—if he wasn't bent on
spiting the guardians!
PAUL PRY AT ST. PETER'S.
It seems that a jackdaw in ecclesiastical peacock's feathers has
really, by the complicity of a Roman tailor, contrived to creep into the
Oecumenical Council. Who is he ? Perhaps some contemporary's
Own Correspondent. Having been found out. he was sent to prison,
where he remains. Suppose he is a British subject. Shall we have in
fit out an expedition for his release, dealing with Pio Nono as we
dealt with Theodore ? We could do it without fear of an European
war. Napoleon would be only too glad of an excuse for leaving ihe
Pope to fight any battles which he might provoke as a King by the
exercise of his temporal sovereignty over representatives of foreign
Powers. Nor need a Roman expedition cost the Income Tax-payer ten
millions. We might make it pay its expenses by plundering t he
Vatican.
But " No Admittance Except on Business" is the rule at the Papal
Council; and his Holiness has a right to enforce it. % And shou'd we
say that a Briton is ever> where Ciois Romanics, the Holy Lather may
shut us up as well as our countryman. He can say that he perfectly
I agrees with us, regards that prying British subject precisely as a
Roman Citizen; and has served him accordingly. Which nobody can
deny.
SHARE AND SHARE ALIKE.
TLL-served Lib'ral cause ! Who in Southwark has brought her low ?
Settle it, Odger, between you and Wateklow.
Who to Layard's old home brought a high Tory lodger ?
Settle it, Waterlow, 'tween you aud Odger.
Punch won't judge betwixt you, which should have giv'n way,
But, that one of you should have, is clear as the day.
If 'twas Waterlow, hang him, a selhsh old codger !
If it wasn't, then all 1 've to say is, hang Odgek.
At pel'ing the pair Punch will join in a breather,
But it's not fair to fling all the dirt upon either.
CARVING HIS WAY TO DISTINCTION.
"A new weekly Journal is announced—The Knife and Fork—to be coi
ducted by 4 Fin-Bec,' the Author of ' The Epicure's Year Book.' "
A piece of news trhat makes the mouth water, but we should like to
! have a little more information about this new Magazine for our table.
Will The Knife and Fork appear with plates ? If so, how many cu's
will each number contain ? Will it be published in the Edgware Road ?
" Ein-Bec " is a man to play a capital Knife and Fork, and knows how
to handle his subject thoroughly well, so we may expect from him a
perfect feast of good things, served up in first-rate style, for winch
' we shall be very willing to fork out any reasonable sum But is there
! not a rival in the dining-room, in the Food Journal advertised as also
about to appear ?
I —
COLD AFTER CANDLEMAS.
With ice-bergs floating down the Thames in February, after a
cloudy Candlemas Day, we must modify the old Leonine verses relative
to that festival, and may say :—■
Sol se condebat, Maria purificante ;
Nec minor est glacies post ftstum quam fait ante.
We may also reform our old vernacular doggerel on the same subject,
as thus :—
Last Candlemas Day was dark and foul,
But the winter by no means did go last Yule,
If Candlemas Day should be bright and clear,
That may or may not be the case next year.
A Good Round Sum.
A Gentleman has offered a bet of £500 that the earth is not rotund,
as it is generally supposed to be in the best circles, a Fellow of the
Geographical Society has accepted it, and "the editor of an old estab-
lished London paper has been chosen umpire."— The Globe, of course.
Vol. 58.
:i-2