Punch (59.1870)

September 24, 1870.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 127

FULL !

Inebriated Ostler {showing our Artist his Bed —the only one unoccupied in the
hotel). " Thishere be Moine, an' Tutherum be Youkn ! "

GOOD BYE TO GLOEY.

Air—" Marlbrook"

It is the old, old story !
Athirst they were for glory,
Obtained by battle gory,

They therefore chose their Chief.

Now he has come to grief

They abuse him like a thief;
Denounce him and disown him,
Dismiss him and dethrone him,
In effigy stab and stone him

In whom they had vain belief.

They are a noble nation,

(To quote an observation)

And now, by tribulation,

May they at last he schooled :
Their martial passion cooled :
May they be wisely ruled,

Return to peaceful labours;

With Chassepots and with sabres

Ne'er more assail their neighbours,
And be no more befooled.

Untaught by their example
Of retribution ample,
Should bullies, fain to trample
An equal, climb his wall
Without a cause or call,
May those invaders fall!
Mere glory if fools pursue in
Fell war, reap they their due in
Fit ridicule and ruin :

Confound such numskulls all!

A Probable Papism.

What will the Pope say when his temporal dominion is
confined to the " Leonine City ? " Perhaps he will com-
pare himself to Daniel in the Lions' Den.

OUR IGNOBLE INSULAKI'lY.

When Europe is satisfied, England is tranquil.

" WHO KNOW HOW TO DIE." WORD-PATN T ERS AT THE WARS.

Mr. Punch, who means to read his friend Mr. Carltle's Thirty , Our Own Correspondents at the seat of war some of them have got
Volumes every year (especially now that, the Thirty \>ill present them- tliemflws mto trouble, having been arrested because 1 hey were
selves in a readable tvpe, and with the author's latest annotations), came mistaken ior spies To secure them against any sucu misfortunes lor
last night upon the famous passage about the Hymn composed in 1792 t'h? ("ture>. h?. rendering the nature of their mission obvious to all
for the Six Hundred of Marseilles " who knew how to die." Re-Mr ^holders, it might be advisable that they should wear some distinctive
Punch-is tired of seeing it said that "History repeats itself," though hldge or- costiQmej \hZ representative oi each newspaper could go
the fact be so. But as France is invaded, aud by other than a Brans- abou:' Wlth the .broadsheet of his particular journal affixed to his
wick who was shaking himself (s'ebranle) at Coblentz. and who was shoulders, or walk m a sort of tabard, formed by a couple ot its bnl-
subaequently saved the trouble of performing that act for himself and boards ibls would be a Iiear »PPr°ach to a Press umlorm ; perhaps
as the Hymn has been a good deal heard of lately, Mr. Punch trau- rat,her a too near approach to a loolscap uniform tyned up with ink,
scribes the celebrated Carlvlean lines — whlcl) would be- unsuitable to the literary merit ot gentlemen whose

"The Thought which works noiseless in this black browed mass, an inspired *?♦ -i^T? ^ "J* . lacts ot consequence,

Tyrtean Colonel, Bought de Lillb, whom the earth still heldL in 188? has and d^old °J tnvial details> are as mterestlu.g and instructive as they
translated into grim melody and rhythm: into his Hymn, or March of the are P^'by and concise.
Marseillese, luckiest musical composition ever promulgated. The sound of

which will make the blood tingle in men's veins, and whole Armies and at>ttt TCPiTIOM AATr» n i TfTTM"

Assemblages will sing it, with eyes weeping and burning, with hearts defiant LJlili.il 1UJN AINU UdlVU.U.

of Death, Despot, and Devil." i The County Bench at Shrewsbury, the other day, fined five rogues,

The Hymn has again resounded all over France—and has even been whom, unhappily, they had not the power to sentence to imprison-
profaned by theatrical siugers who, with rouged faces and melodramatic meut and hard labour. Four ot those rogues were beerhouse
gestures, shout or squall it at boxes, pit, and gallery. And many keepers, who had sold beer adulterated with salt in the proportion ot
others have sung it very loudly who will probablv sing very small when ' from t,,urt,y to thirty-six grains to the gallon. Ihe fifth .rogue was
the hour of fighting comes. But the fierce Hymn, like Julius C^esab, a grocer, convicted of selhug stuff called tea mixed with iron filings,
is "mighty yet." The only thing is that circumstances have chan^ed^ 1" consequence of chemical decomposition—
aud that one of the three enemies whom hearts in '92 burned to defy, All who did drink

exists not for France. And it is due to Frenchmen to say that j His tea, drank ink—

^Lbfl! neJ6f J?*?? *55fc*9Sl?K never sufficiently afraid of the j a draught which does not cheer if it may be said to possess the negative

recommendation of not inebriating. The salt beer sold by the other
rogues must have had an effect greatly the reverse of cheeriug on those
whom it inebriated, the rather that it inflamed instead of quenching
their thirst. It is to be regretted that the wounded French and
Germans cannot have the benefit of a substitute for lint, in the form of
a very large quantity of oakum picked by those five rascals.

other two. But it is a noteworthy thing that eighty years—a revolu-
tion of Saturn—have brought round the old time again, and that the
history of the present hour in France may be read in the splendid page
of Thomas Cablyle.

how king william takes it.
Victor Hugo is in Paris !!! ! He has come back arm-in-arm with I
the Revolution ! ! ! !! Le Roi sumuse. The Pkoper Place fob Hunchbacks—Humpstead.