DOI Heft:
March 12, 1870
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16885#0108
March 12, 1870.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
99
And in wake of Anonyma, wildly. Three more scrapes; more scrambling; tune nowhere—one,
Drive, with breakers on the lee. two, three (fiercely); twiddley-twiddley-twiddly-iddley (wildly). Down
In short no craft, but, all sail set below like a double-bass, making a sensitive person, like myself, experi-
From stu'nsail boom to spanker, ence a feeling not unlike that caused by the sleamboat when it dives in
Drives at twenty knots to ruin, between two waves on a rough passage ; then up again, notes running
With, not one in ten, an anchor! one after the other like mice in a wall, and his four fingers and thumb
And when comes the day of reckoning, chasing them nearly to the bridge and not catching them. Back
For the fitters-out and builders— again, in among the screws, up the handle, on to the bridge, hand still
'Twill be pity of your Baxter, trying to seize on something, his eyes watching the performance
And mercy on your Childees ! intently, and chin fixed. An occasional shifting his head a little on
___ one side, just for a second, as if he was ticklish, but liked the sensation.
~ ; Then a plaintive bit, which seems to make him stand on tip toes, and
causes me almost to rise out of my seat. Then short note, still plaintive,
MORE HAPPY THOUGHTS. which brings him down on his heels again. As I watch him he seems
. . . , nr -i j i. • «. __'to become all violin and arms. Sudden appearance of a little tune.
Aix is musical, as musical as Manchester, and much m the same immediately knocked on the head by the bow. Up and down the
way too. Two excellent bands here; and once, a visit from Herr; chromatic £cal in and out the flats and sh vRerr Somebody
Somethmg-or-other on the fiddle of worla-wxde reputation the Com- ioses his way in a labyrinth; more mystification; at last he's out of
mander mforms me, though he s the last man whom 1 should suspect the maze. pause> flo'urish of ^ triumphal movement (uo
of knowing anything about it. tune to speak of- but nQ mistaking, tae time), chords crisp, and chords
Happy Thought. — Has sailed round the world, and met Herr loose. Running up and down the chords; violin swaying as if (so to
Something with his fiddle everywhere. speak) he'd tumble off it every minute. We hold our breath in sus-
Dyngwell won't join our party to the Concert. He says, if the pense. I almost feel inclined to say, "Oh, do stop, Sir! take care ! for
Cockalorum would give us a "right-fol-iddity, or a chant with a coal- goodness sake ! take care! "
box to it" (he means chorus when he says " coalbox," and the Professor | H ThoughL_ ^ sort of Musicai Blondin. On consideration this
makes a mental note of it, in order to look out this particular use ot j js a sensati0nal performance
the word coalbox in the Dictionary) "he would come ;" but as there flourish, scuttle, scuttle, scuttle, up and down wildly, chords
is no chance of his taste in this direction being gratified, he stays m; hard> fast) and marked up the scaie lun pelt whack! whacker!!
his room and runs through his German exercises. | WHACKEST ! ! ! and the exhausted performer is bowing his ac-
Happy Thought—Beer is the same in both languages. Bavarian knowledgments. A sigh of relief from everyone, audibly, as if we
Beer excellent. So also the lightest wines; e.g. Zeltinger. congratulated ourselves, and him, on getting through such a dan-
Happy Thought.—Take home a cask of the former and a case of the : gerous performance without an accident. He is encored; but only
latter. I point out to Dyngwell what a saving this will be, and how reappears and bows. He will not tempt Providence again. Everyone
necessary it is, as the father of a family (one with rashes) to be econo- says Admirable ! Charming ! Wonderful! " almost equal to Joachim,"
mical. He sticks his glass in his eye, and exclaims, " Bravo ! quite j cries Dr. Caspar, enthusiastically,
the drunkard ! " which was not, on the whole, exactly the encomium 11 Happy Thought.—" Yes, almost."
had expected from him.
At the Concert.—Our party consists of the amiable and learned trans-
lator of iEsciiYLTJs; the jovial, good-natured Yorkshire Squire (who has
got well of severe gout, in a week, in consequence of rubbing in his
draught, and drinking his lotion by mistake); the Lieutenant, who has
come to the Concert in the hopes of there being a " hop " afterwards,
which appears to be his one great aim in going to any evening enter-
tainment of any kind; the High Church Anglican clergyman, whose
resemblance to a Catholic Priest would be perfect, if there was only the
slightest chance of his being mistaken for anything else but an English
Protestant Minister; and Dr. Caspar, who knows every one and
everything in the place, and is welcome everywhere, and can go any-
where now that Aix is deserted by strangers, and he has time for
shaking hands without feeling pulses. Our nervous compatriot does
Caspar is gone, before I can add that I've never heard Joachim. I
turn to the Commander to ask him what he, as a musical man, thinks
of it. The Commander is fast asleep.
Happy Thought.—To quote to him when he wakes, "The Rugged
Shipboy"—only 1 forget the rest; but the idea is that the Shipboy
sleeps tranquilly through all dangers and tempests on the top of a
mast. I have always wondered what he held on by ? Will wake the
Commander, and ask him to illustrate this passage in Shakspeare.
Commander wakes. On being remonstrated with for his drowsiness,
he admits confidentially to me, as a thing not to go any further, "that
it's not much good his being here, as he doesn't know one tune from
another."
After Concert, which is over early (another excellent thing in the
Aix arrangements, everything is over early), we adjourn to a cafe,
not appear anywhere except at table d hote haying probably jerked where we each partake of a Wiener Schnitzel, some Sauer-kraut, and
himself into bed at an early hour, and shaken himself into a sound | a tankard of such beer as won't interfere with your waking in the
^eeP- morning. The Commander commences (with the cigars) his usual
Happy Thought.—Perhaps I shall discover who Ber Andere Mann is. j story about the Mongoose. The Lieutenant begs his pardon for a
First overture of Concert over. Room crowded. Elegant toilettes ; , minute, and seeing a table in the ante-room vacant, proposes billiards
pretty Saxon faces ; Prussian officers, in uniform of course. Comman- as a wind-up. Bdliards, by all means.
der has been listening in rapt attention to the music. We all listen W"e rise, and go to the billiard-room. The Commander is, I see, a
to a part-song critically. little disappointed. At this moment Dyngwell happens to stroll in
Happy Thought.—To beat time with my head and hand, in order to with his professorial friend, who joins us in much the same spirit that
show that the English are a musical nation. Commander does the Dr. Johnson did Beatjclerk and the others, when they got him out
same. I ask him which he prefers, Rossini, Auber, or Wagner, of bed for a frolic. It appears they've been to supper (one of Dyng-
He hesitates. He asks thoughtfully, "Let me see, what was Rossini's well's ingenious methods of doing a German exercise) at Klbppel's (I
great work ? " j think that's what they call it), and thought, that he (Dyngwell), and
Happy Thought.—(By way of reply, while I think what Rossini has Old Cockalorum (the Professor), would find us here. Dyngwell oppor-
tunely salutes the Commander with " Hallo, old Mongoose ! " which
puts an extinguisher on all chance of hearing the story from the naval
officer to-night. He has been trying to tell it for weeks. He proposes
to walk home with the Professor. Has probably hit upon the Happy
Thought of " Tell him the Mongoose story." Professor says he shall
be delighted, only he must speak to a friend first. He does so; to
some one at the other end of the room, and is not seen again, except
for a second by me, when I catch sight of his hat, which there is no
mistaking, as he is making a quiet exit by the front door.
Commander takes a seat between two Germans, with whom he enters
affably into such a conversation as his command of the language
permits ; i.e. at the rate of two words in five minutes, with an occasional
ja or nein. Then he goes to sleep again. Then he wakes up. Then
he disappears.
Campbell's Heroine.
Woman Suffrage has been established in a territory of the United
States—Wyoming. It is pleasant to think that one who has long been
famous by her connection with this happy territory will now have a
vote—Gertrude of Wyoming.
written), "His great work ! Why, he's written so many."
The Commander says, "He's alive still, isn't he?" I own I am
taken by surprise, never having considered the question of his being
alive : having, in fact, generally ranked him among the " Old Masters,"
and got him back somewhere near Shakspeare's time.
Happy Thought.—To laugh slily and say, "I suppose so." If he
isn't, and was in Shakspeare's time, I can say 1 thought he (The
Commander) was joking. Mem. Ptead up Musical History: odd, I've
quite forgotten it: under " C " (Composers) and " M " (Music) in
Typ. Bevel. Part III. Concert continues.
Herr Somebody on the violin.—Great applause on his appearance. He
has long hair, turn-down collar, and a pale face, at least so it seems
from this distance. Strange, now I come to think of it, that all great
violinists, whom I have ever seen, are always the same, and I always
see them from the far end of a room. He plays a melody slowly, with
which he appears pleased : so do we. Commander thinks " he must
be wonderfully strong in the chin to hold the instrument while his left
hand is jumping up and down it." People look round at Commander
and say " Sssh !" reprovingly. Herr Somebody takes three decided
scrapes at the strings, and then as it were scrambles about the violin
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
99
And in wake of Anonyma, wildly. Three more scrapes; more scrambling; tune nowhere—one,
Drive, with breakers on the lee. two, three (fiercely); twiddley-twiddley-twiddly-iddley (wildly). Down
In short no craft, but, all sail set below like a double-bass, making a sensitive person, like myself, experi-
From stu'nsail boom to spanker, ence a feeling not unlike that caused by the sleamboat when it dives in
Drives at twenty knots to ruin, between two waves on a rough passage ; then up again, notes running
With, not one in ten, an anchor! one after the other like mice in a wall, and his four fingers and thumb
And when comes the day of reckoning, chasing them nearly to the bridge and not catching them. Back
For the fitters-out and builders— again, in among the screws, up the handle, on to the bridge, hand still
'Twill be pity of your Baxter, trying to seize on something, his eyes watching the performance
And mercy on your Childees ! intently, and chin fixed. An occasional shifting his head a little on
___ one side, just for a second, as if he was ticklish, but liked the sensation.
~ ; Then a plaintive bit, which seems to make him stand on tip toes, and
causes me almost to rise out of my seat. Then short note, still plaintive,
MORE HAPPY THOUGHTS. which brings him down on his heels again. As I watch him he seems
. . . , nr -i j i. • «. __'to become all violin and arms. Sudden appearance of a little tune.
Aix is musical, as musical as Manchester, and much m the same immediately knocked on the head by the bow. Up and down the
way too. Two excellent bands here; and once, a visit from Herr; chromatic £cal in and out the flats and sh vRerr Somebody
Somethmg-or-other on the fiddle of worla-wxde reputation the Com- ioses his way in a labyrinth; more mystification; at last he's out of
mander mforms me, though he s the last man whom 1 should suspect the maze. pause> flo'urish of ^ triumphal movement (uo
of knowing anything about it. tune to speak of- but nQ mistaking, tae time), chords crisp, and chords
Happy Thought. — Has sailed round the world, and met Herr loose. Running up and down the chords; violin swaying as if (so to
Something with his fiddle everywhere. speak) he'd tumble off it every minute. We hold our breath in sus-
Dyngwell won't join our party to the Concert. He says, if the pense. I almost feel inclined to say, "Oh, do stop, Sir! take care ! for
Cockalorum would give us a "right-fol-iddity, or a chant with a coal- goodness sake ! take care! "
box to it" (he means chorus when he says " coalbox," and the Professor | H ThoughL_ ^ sort of Musicai Blondin. On consideration this
makes a mental note of it, in order to look out this particular use ot j js a sensati0nal performance
the word coalbox in the Dictionary) "he would come ;" but as there flourish, scuttle, scuttle, scuttle, up and down wildly, chords
is no chance of his taste in this direction being gratified, he stays m; hard> fast) and marked up the scaie lun pelt whack! whacker!!
his room and runs through his German exercises. | WHACKEST ! ! ! and the exhausted performer is bowing his ac-
Happy Thought—Beer is the same in both languages. Bavarian knowledgments. A sigh of relief from everyone, audibly, as if we
Beer excellent. So also the lightest wines; e.g. Zeltinger. congratulated ourselves, and him, on getting through such a dan-
Happy Thought.—Take home a cask of the former and a case of the : gerous performance without an accident. He is encored; but only
latter. I point out to Dyngwell what a saving this will be, and how reappears and bows. He will not tempt Providence again. Everyone
necessary it is, as the father of a family (one with rashes) to be econo- says Admirable ! Charming ! Wonderful! " almost equal to Joachim,"
mical. He sticks his glass in his eye, and exclaims, " Bravo ! quite j cries Dr. Caspar, enthusiastically,
the drunkard ! " which was not, on the whole, exactly the encomium 11 Happy Thought.—" Yes, almost."
had expected from him.
At the Concert.—Our party consists of the amiable and learned trans-
lator of iEsciiYLTJs; the jovial, good-natured Yorkshire Squire (who has
got well of severe gout, in a week, in consequence of rubbing in his
draught, and drinking his lotion by mistake); the Lieutenant, who has
come to the Concert in the hopes of there being a " hop " afterwards,
which appears to be his one great aim in going to any evening enter-
tainment of any kind; the High Church Anglican clergyman, whose
resemblance to a Catholic Priest would be perfect, if there was only the
slightest chance of his being mistaken for anything else but an English
Protestant Minister; and Dr. Caspar, who knows every one and
everything in the place, and is welcome everywhere, and can go any-
where now that Aix is deserted by strangers, and he has time for
shaking hands without feeling pulses. Our nervous compatriot does
Caspar is gone, before I can add that I've never heard Joachim. I
turn to the Commander to ask him what he, as a musical man, thinks
of it. The Commander is fast asleep.
Happy Thought.—To quote to him when he wakes, "The Rugged
Shipboy"—only 1 forget the rest; but the idea is that the Shipboy
sleeps tranquilly through all dangers and tempests on the top of a
mast. I have always wondered what he held on by ? Will wake the
Commander, and ask him to illustrate this passage in Shakspeare.
Commander wakes. On being remonstrated with for his drowsiness,
he admits confidentially to me, as a thing not to go any further, "that
it's not much good his being here, as he doesn't know one tune from
another."
After Concert, which is over early (another excellent thing in the
Aix arrangements, everything is over early), we adjourn to a cafe,
not appear anywhere except at table d hote haying probably jerked where we each partake of a Wiener Schnitzel, some Sauer-kraut, and
himself into bed at an early hour, and shaken himself into a sound | a tankard of such beer as won't interfere with your waking in the
^eeP- morning. The Commander commences (with the cigars) his usual
Happy Thought.—Perhaps I shall discover who Ber Andere Mann is. j story about the Mongoose. The Lieutenant begs his pardon for a
First overture of Concert over. Room crowded. Elegant toilettes ; , minute, and seeing a table in the ante-room vacant, proposes billiards
pretty Saxon faces ; Prussian officers, in uniform of course. Comman- as a wind-up. Bdliards, by all means.
der has been listening in rapt attention to the music. We all listen W"e rise, and go to the billiard-room. The Commander is, I see, a
to a part-song critically. little disappointed. At this moment Dyngwell happens to stroll in
Happy Thought.—To beat time with my head and hand, in order to with his professorial friend, who joins us in much the same spirit that
show that the English are a musical nation. Commander does the Dr. Johnson did Beatjclerk and the others, when they got him out
same. I ask him which he prefers, Rossini, Auber, or Wagner, of bed for a frolic. It appears they've been to supper (one of Dyng-
He hesitates. He asks thoughtfully, "Let me see, what was Rossini's well's ingenious methods of doing a German exercise) at Klbppel's (I
great work ? " j think that's what they call it), and thought, that he (Dyngwell), and
Happy Thought.—(By way of reply, while I think what Rossini has Old Cockalorum (the Professor), would find us here. Dyngwell oppor-
tunely salutes the Commander with " Hallo, old Mongoose ! " which
puts an extinguisher on all chance of hearing the story from the naval
officer to-night. He has been trying to tell it for weeks. He proposes
to walk home with the Professor. Has probably hit upon the Happy
Thought of " Tell him the Mongoose story." Professor says he shall
be delighted, only he must speak to a friend first. He does so; to
some one at the other end of the room, and is not seen again, except
for a second by me, when I catch sight of his hat, which there is no
mistaking, as he is making a quiet exit by the front door.
Commander takes a seat between two Germans, with whom he enters
affably into such a conversation as his command of the language
permits ; i.e. at the rate of two words in five minutes, with an occasional
ja or nein. Then he goes to sleep again. Then he wakes up. Then
he disappears.
Campbell's Heroine.
Woman Suffrage has been established in a territory of the United
States—Wyoming. It is pleasant to think that one who has long been
famous by her connection with this happy territory will now have a
vote—Gertrude of Wyoming.
written), "His great work ! Why, he's written so many."
The Commander says, "He's alive still, isn't he?" I own I am
taken by surprise, never having considered the question of his being
alive : having, in fact, generally ranked him among the " Old Masters,"
and got him back somewhere near Shakspeare's time.
Happy Thought.—To laugh slily and say, "I suppose so." If he
isn't, and was in Shakspeare's time, I can say 1 thought he (The
Commander) was joking. Mem. Ptead up Musical History: odd, I've
quite forgotten it: under " C " (Composers) and " M " (Music) in
Typ. Bevel. Part III. Concert continues.
Herr Somebody on the violin.—Great applause on his appearance. He
has long hair, turn-down collar, and a pale face, at least so it seems
from this distance. Strange, now I come to think of it, that all great
violinists, whom I have ever seen, are always the same, and I always
see them from the far end of a room. He plays a melody slowly, with
which he appears pleased : so do we. Commander thinks " he must
be wonderfully strong in the chin to hold the instrument while his left
hand is jumping up and down it." People look round at Commander
and say " Sssh !" reprovingly. Herr Somebody takes three decided
scrapes at the strings, and then as it were scrambles about the violin