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July 26, 1873
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July 26, 1873.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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perfect Bill.” A would-be contributor, of the Irish religion, once
sent Mr. Punch a splendid war-song, beginning—
“ Up with the Banner that never went down.”
As Lord Cairns is an Irishman (one of whom Ireland should be
proud), he may like to chant this noble tune in honour of his Banner
of Privilege.
We talked about Rating and Ratting. This is not a foolish play
on words, Madam ; we despise and contemn such frivolity, but it is
a record of^fact. There was question of rating anything considered
good for sport, and Mr. Goldsmid said that he knew a place where
rat-killing was much admired. Would we tax Rats? Ares, and
Ratteners. At least, we would make both nuisances into subjects
for the Taxidermist. [Rather happy, that.]
Mr. Charley had a grievance about our Ecclesiastical Policy in
the Windward Islands, and he was supported by Lord John
Manners and Mr. Newdegate. Afflavit Mr. Knatchbull-
Hugessen, dissipati sunt, the Windward Champions. Madam, that
does not mean that they are “ dissipated.” A more virtuous noble-
man, and two more virtuous gentlemen, exist not.
With considerable promptitude a Committee for considering what
changes should be made in the Criminal Law Amendment Act was
refused, by 39 to 35. We should not wonder if the artisans who
“ demand the repeal of all Criminal Law,” make some little disturb-
ance over this.
Wednesday. — Take comfort, Madam. The Metric System of
Weights and Measures is not to be enacted this year. So you may
continue to employ your dear old clumsy arrangements, and have
your Troy and Avoirdupois weights, and your barleycorns, rods,
poles, perches, furlongs, and all the rest of it.
Talking a Bill out of the House is not always a legitimate
manoeuvre, but Mr. Thomas Hughes employed it, with perfect
propriety, in order to get rid of a measure about Cumulative Yoting.
It is an important subject, and not one to be taken up when we are
all yawning, and writing for houses by the Sea.
Mr. Barclay brought in a Bill for dealing with Wild Animals in
Scotland. The wildest we ever saw there were a group of rosy
English children suddenly turned loose upon a Highland Moor, and
a good sight it was, and we did not want an Act of Parliament to
deal with them. But perhaps Mr. Barclay wants to regulate fiery
Scotch Calvinists. He had better let ’em burn themselves out.
Thursday.—Mr. Whalley gave notice of a Tichborne question.
But there are times for all things. He should have foreseen that
there would be no interest for anything he could say about his friend
the Defendant, when everybody was curious to know how Dr.
Kenealy intended to blow away the Cloud of Witnesses.
Her Majesty’s answer to the Address obtained by the victorious
Mr. Richard touching Arbitration, was read by Lord Otho Fitz-
gerald. It was the calmest intimation that the Queen was favour-
able to the principle of Arbitration, and would resort to it when
likely to be attended with effect.
Education again. Mr. Forster, supported by the Conservatives
(who, as Mr. Hope said for them, sat there all night to protect the
Government against their own party), carried the Second Reading
of the Amended Education Act by 343 to 72—majority 271. But
Mr. Forster had modified his modifications, and he abandons the
proposed payment for other poor children than those of parents
taking out-door relief, and makes it a condition of such relief that
the children shall be sent to school. This, at any rate, provides for
teaching 200,000 children. The anti-denominationalists made fight,
but victory went to the Children’s Friend, and Mr. Punch, pleased,
went into the country, saying with King Henry the Eighth,
“ These little ones shall make it holiday.”
THE RIFLES AT WIMBLEDON.
imbledon, this year,
has seen England
win the Inter-
national Challenge
Trophy, signally
defeating Ireland
and Scotland. But
England has lost
the great Prize, the
Queen’s, which is
carried off to Edin-
burgh. _ As James
Hogg sings,
“ Menzies is crowned
with garlands
, gay,
And hears the en-
vied prize away.”
We would gladly
give a portrait of
the Winner, but
have not seen him,
and have found
some difficulty in
constructing a like-
ness out of our own
consciousness, and
these two descrip-
tions, from capital articles by two of our contemporaries. One says,
“ Menzies is a thick-set sandy Scotchman, half-way between thirty and
Another must have seen the gallant Sergeant in another light—and
the lights did shift a good deal that Tuesday.
“ Presently above the medley is hoisted a good-looking dark-bearded young
fellow, who, smiling all the while, appears to be chiefly concerning himself
in the investigation whether he has not been torn limb from limb. It is
Sergeant Menzies, of the 1st Edinburgh.”
However, that is a detail. Mr. Punch heartily congratulates him,
and the 1st Edinburgh, and Auld Reekie, and Caledonia stern and
wild, upon the victory. It was won by a sort of accident—that is
to say, the splendid marksman, Corporal Pullman, of the 2nd
Middlesex, with two shots to win, managed to miss both, to the
astonishment of everybody, and we hope to the dismay, confusion,
and utter discomfiture of the “pestilent busybody” who, as the
Daily News says, came up to him at the last moment to make him
nervous by telling him the exact state of the score. But Punch is
too loyal and open-hearted a Party to think of trying to explain
away the Scotch victory. A miss is as good as a mile, and Middlesex
was not
“Within a mile of Edinburgh town.”
The Edinburgh Sergeant shot admirably, and deserves his good
luck, if Pullman did not deserve his bad luck. Three cheers and a
tiger for the North—we have not the least idea what a tiger is, but
the Scottish Lion, that “ramps in gold,” may know. The Lion’s
health in a dram—that’s plain English, we hope.
Winchester “ tunded ” all the other Public Schools, and the
Commons beat the Lords with the help of a Lord, which conduct
Lord Cairns probably will construe into a breach of privilege.
We were very happy to see the Canadians, and agree with Colonel
Peters, one of them, who kindly acted as umpire at the Inter-
national contest, that his folks ought not to be called our cousins,
but our brothers—though gratia fratrum rara est—and some friends
are stated, on the best authority, to stick closer than brothers. The
Dragon Cup goes to Cambridge, thanks to Corporal Hemery, who,
when it gets dull, can rub it up with hemery powder. Not a bad
fancy, that the money prize should be paid in Dragon sovereigns.
Jf it had been shot for with “ Joe” Mantons, we suppose it would
have been paid in fourpenny pieces.
Justice to Ireland ! We have always been her best friend, and
the quantity of good advice we have given her is astounding. We
will offer her a little more. Let her adopt, in all matters, the golden
rule of patience and perseverance which has this year given her the
Elcho Shield. She has beaten England and Scotland, and, in the
name of both, Punch heartily congratulates her. To her health, in
a glass of Paddv-Shah, which she knows better as L.L. Nay, if
’tis t’other liquid, we scorn to be particular on such an occasion.
Hooray for Hibernia!
One word more. Hearty congratulations to all who were in the
great tent on Sunday, that they were out of it before the storm blew
it down. But is there not something out of taste in this Wimbledon
Church business ? Does not the Service seem rather like part of the
Pic-Nic ? If it were only for the Yolunteers it would be most proper,
but how many of the 2000 in that tent were Yolunteers ? Then, as
to the mode of celebration. Have our readers seen a French regi-
ment at religious duties—drawn up in the open air, on three sides,
with the modest altar on the fourth ? That is, to our eye, more like
what is fitting, than a holiday crowd in a tent.
Leaving this to the consideration of those concerned, we have
nothing to add but congratulations to the Yolunteers, and to their
Lady and Mistress, on the capital muster and magnificent marks-
manship of 1873, when
“ All the gods and goddesses descended from their spheres,
Exulting in the shooting of the British Yolunteers.”
What is the comparative of “sweet night?”—Evidently sweet
nitre !
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perfect Bill.” A would-be contributor, of the Irish religion, once
sent Mr. Punch a splendid war-song, beginning—
“ Up with the Banner that never went down.”
As Lord Cairns is an Irishman (one of whom Ireland should be
proud), he may like to chant this noble tune in honour of his Banner
of Privilege.
We talked about Rating and Ratting. This is not a foolish play
on words, Madam ; we despise and contemn such frivolity, but it is
a record of^fact. There was question of rating anything considered
good for sport, and Mr. Goldsmid said that he knew a place where
rat-killing was much admired. Would we tax Rats? Ares, and
Ratteners. At least, we would make both nuisances into subjects
for the Taxidermist. [Rather happy, that.]
Mr. Charley had a grievance about our Ecclesiastical Policy in
the Windward Islands, and he was supported by Lord John
Manners and Mr. Newdegate. Afflavit Mr. Knatchbull-
Hugessen, dissipati sunt, the Windward Champions. Madam, that
does not mean that they are “ dissipated.” A more virtuous noble-
man, and two more virtuous gentlemen, exist not.
With considerable promptitude a Committee for considering what
changes should be made in the Criminal Law Amendment Act was
refused, by 39 to 35. We should not wonder if the artisans who
“ demand the repeal of all Criminal Law,” make some little disturb-
ance over this.
Wednesday. — Take comfort, Madam. The Metric System of
Weights and Measures is not to be enacted this year. So you may
continue to employ your dear old clumsy arrangements, and have
your Troy and Avoirdupois weights, and your barleycorns, rods,
poles, perches, furlongs, and all the rest of it.
Talking a Bill out of the House is not always a legitimate
manoeuvre, but Mr. Thomas Hughes employed it, with perfect
propriety, in order to get rid of a measure about Cumulative Yoting.
It is an important subject, and not one to be taken up when we are
all yawning, and writing for houses by the Sea.
Mr. Barclay brought in a Bill for dealing with Wild Animals in
Scotland. The wildest we ever saw there were a group of rosy
English children suddenly turned loose upon a Highland Moor, and
a good sight it was, and we did not want an Act of Parliament to
deal with them. But perhaps Mr. Barclay wants to regulate fiery
Scotch Calvinists. He had better let ’em burn themselves out.
Thursday.—Mr. Whalley gave notice of a Tichborne question.
But there are times for all things. He should have foreseen that
there would be no interest for anything he could say about his friend
the Defendant, when everybody was curious to know how Dr.
Kenealy intended to blow away the Cloud of Witnesses.
Her Majesty’s answer to the Address obtained by the victorious
Mr. Richard touching Arbitration, was read by Lord Otho Fitz-
gerald. It was the calmest intimation that the Queen was favour-
able to the principle of Arbitration, and would resort to it when
likely to be attended with effect.
Education again. Mr. Forster, supported by the Conservatives
(who, as Mr. Hope said for them, sat there all night to protect the
Government against their own party), carried the Second Reading
of the Amended Education Act by 343 to 72—majority 271. But
Mr. Forster had modified his modifications, and he abandons the
proposed payment for other poor children than those of parents
taking out-door relief, and makes it a condition of such relief that
the children shall be sent to school. This, at any rate, provides for
teaching 200,000 children. The anti-denominationalists made fight,
but victory went to the Children’s Friend, and Mr. Punch, pleased,
went into the country, saying with King Henry the Eighth,
“ These little ones shall make it holiday.”
THE RIFLES AT WIMBLEDON.
imbledon, this year,
has seen England
win the Inter-
national Challenge
Trophy, signally
defeating Ireland
and Scotland. But
England has lost
the great Prize, the
Queen’s, which is
carried off to Edin-
burgh. _ As James
Hogg sings,
“ Menzies is crowned
with garlands
, gay,
And hears the en-
vied prize away.”
We would gladly
give a portrait of
the Winner, but
have not seen him,
and have found
some difficulty in
constructing a like-
ness out of our own
consciousness, and
these two descrip-
tions, from capital articles by two of our contemporaries. One says,
“ Menzies is a thick-set sandy Scotchman, half-way between thirty and
Another must have seen the gallant Sergeant in another light—and
the lights did shift a good deal that Tuesday.
“ Presently above the medley is hoisted a good-looking dark-bearded young
fellow, who, smiling all the while, appears to be chiefly concerning himself
in the investigation whether he has not been torn limb from limb. It is
Sergeant Menzies, of the 1st Edinburgh.”
However, that is a detail. Mr. Punch heartily congratulates him,
and the 1st Edinburgh, and Auld Reekie, and Caledonia stern and
wild, upon the victory. It was won by a sort of accident—that is
to say, the splendid marksman, Corporal Pullman, of the 2nd
Middlesex, with two shots to win, managed to miss both, to the
astonishment of everybody, and we hope to the dismay, confusion,
and utter discomfiture of the “pestilent busybody” who, as the
Daily News says, came up to him at the last moment to make him
nervous by telling him the exact state of the score. But Punch is
too loyal and open-hearted a Party to think of trying to explain
away the Scotch victory. A miss is as good as a mile, and Middlesex
was not
“Within a mile of Edinburgh town.”
The Edinburgh Sergeant shot admirably, and deserves his good
luck, if Pullman did not deserve his bad luck. Three cheers and a
tiger for the North—we have not the least idea what a tiger is, but
the Scottish Lion, that “ramps in gold,” may know. The Lion’s
health in a dram—that’s plain English, we hope.
Winchester “ tunded ” all the other Public Schools, and the
Commons beat the Lords with the help of a Lord, which conduct
Lord Cairns probably will construe into a breach of privilege.
We were very happy to see the Canadians, and agree with Colonel
Peters, one of them, who kindly acted as umpire at the Inter-
national contest, that his folks ought not to be called our cousins,
but our brothers—though gratia fratrum rara est—and some friends
are stated, on the best authority, to stick closer than brothers. The
Dragon Cup goes to Cambridge, thanks to Corporal Hemery, who,
when it gets dull, can rub it up with hemery powder. Not a bad
fancy, that the money prize should be paid in Dragon sovereigns.
Jf it had been shot for with “ Joe” Mantons, we suppose it would
have been paid in fourpenny pieces.
Justice to Ireland ! We have always been her best friend, and
the quantity of good advice we have given her is astounding. We
will offer her a little more. Let her adopt, in all matters, the golden
rule of patience and perseverance which has this year given her the
Elcho Shield. She has beaten England and Scotland, and, in the
name of both, Punch heartily congratulates her. To her health, in
a glass of Paddv-Shah, which she knows better as L.L. Nay, if
’tis t’other liquid, we scorn to be particular on such an occasion.
Hooray for Hibernia!
One word more. Hearty congratulations to all who were in the
great tent on Sunday, that they were out of it before the storm blew
it down. But is there not something out of taste in this Wimbledon
Church business ? Does not the Service seem rather like part of the
Pic-Nic ? If it were only for the Yolunteers it would be most proper,
but how many of the 2000 in that tent were Yolunteers ? Then, as
to the mode of celebration. Have our readers seen a French regi-
ment at religious duties—drawn up in the open air, on three sides,
with the modest altar on the fourth ? That is, to our eye, more like
what is fitting, than a holiday crowd in a tent.
Leaving this to the consideration of those concerned, we have
nothing to add but congratulations to the Yolunteers, and to their
Lady and Mistress, on the capital muster and magnificent marks-
manship of 1873, when
“ All the gods and goddesses descended from their spheres,
Exulting in the shooting of the British Yolunteers.”
What is the comparative of “sweet night?”—Evidently sweet
nitre !
Vol. 65.
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