DOI Heft:
July 26, 1873
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16937#0046
34 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [July 26, 1873.
“DAWN OF GENIUS.”
“What’s the Use of Talking to Baby, Mamma?—he can’t Understand you!’"
“ Why can’t he Understand me?” “Why, tie’s go'1' no Teeth!”
CELTIC SELF-GOVERNMENT.
0, let an affectionate People advance
Their eyes to the glorious Assembly of France,
And see how the noble surpasses the base,
And a warm-hearted nation a cold-blooded race !
No craven respect for mean order is there.
Debate’s free as fightin’ at Donnybrook Fair.
And that shows the world how the freeman behaves,
Hurlin’ scorn and defiance at traitors and slaves.
United in discord the Patriots engage,
Mighty uproar drowns all but the taunts of wild rage.
Away, crawling patience, and calm self-control,
And don’t dam the tide of the iloquent soul!
The clenched fists are flourished, the glowin’ eyes glare,
The whoop, and the howl, and the hiss, rend the air.
The grin of fierce fury that speaks in a sneer
Displays the teeth gnashing betwixt ear and ear.
The President shouts for tame silence in vain,
For the soul of the French scorns the scourge and the chain;
Their Parliament trembles at no Speaker’s nod :
They won’t cower, they won’t crouch whilst they kiss the black
rod.
The Saxon oppressor may scoff at the free.
But the Celt in his own way self-governed will be.
Let Old Ireland but conquer Home Rule, and the scene
Of Yersailles shall be soon played in proud College Green.
a fearful saying.
Education produces great results in the United States. It is said
to make good children even out of the Sinsinnati boy^s.
THE EUROPEAN MELODRAMA.
How remarkably are the real Kings, Leaders, and Generals, of the
so-called “ Latin Races,” who figure on the political stage of
Europe, like those accustomed to strut and fret their hour on that
of a British minor theatre. A telegram from Bayonne, the other
day, announced that Don Carlos had re-entered Spain on the pre-
vious night, and issued the following proclamation to the Carlist
volunteers :—
“ Listening to the voice of suffering Spain, I come to fight for my country
and for God. I will not remain idly looking on during this expiatory and
heroic struggle. I deplore the blindness of the army which is forgetful of
fifteen centuries of glory' under the monarchical flag. . . . Spain seeks help
from us. Volunteers, forward ! Spain says she is dying ! Volunteers, let us
save her.”
As the utterer of this bombast, Don Carlos, one fancies, must
necessarily have been attired in a frogged green tunic, a slouched
hat and feathers, long ringlets, and russet boots. One seems to
have heard it all in one’s youth every time one went to the Surrey
Theatre, but has read it still more frequently since reported in the
newspapers amongst foreign intelligence, during the repeated
revolutions and insurrections which have occurred on the Continent.
Another Great “ Lion.”
The Shah of Persia has departed (except from the OperaComique,
where he is likely to remain for some time to come), and the
Sultan of Zanzibar has not yet arrived. Meanwhile sightseers are
not left -without proper provision for their wants. In a notice of
the opening of the magnificent new Architectural Courts at the
South Kensington Museum, this announcement above all delighted,
us—“The famous Buddhist, Sanchi Tope, is here in white plaster
and full size.” The “ white plaster ” is_ rather puzzling. Perhaps
it is some humane contrivance for protecting “the famous Buddhist”
from the caprices of our changeable climate ?
“DAWN OF GENIUS.”
“What’s the Use of Talking to Baby, Mamma?—he can’t Understand you!’"
“ Why can’t he Understand me?” “Why, tie’s go'1' no Teeth!”
CELTIC SELF-GOVERNMENT.
0, let an affectionate People advance
Their eyes to the glorious Assembly of France,
And see how the noble surpasses the base,
And a warm-hearted nation a cold-blooded race !
No craven respect for mean order is there.
Debate’s free as fightin’ at Donnybrook Fair.
And that shows the world how the freeman behaves,
Hurlin’ scorn and defiance at traitors and slaves.
United in discord the Patriots engage,
Mighty uproar drowns all but the taunts of wild rage.
Away, crawling patience, and calm self-control,
And don’t dam the tide of the iloquent soul!
The clenched fists are flourished, the glowin’ eyes glare,
The whoop, and the howl, and the hiss, rend the air.
The grin of fierce fury that speaks in a sneer
Displays the teeth gnashing betwixt ear and ear.
The President shouts for tame silence in vain,
For the soul of the French scorns the scourge and the chain;
Their Parliament trembles at no Speaker’s nod :
They won’t cower, they won’t crouch whilst they kiss the black
rod.
The Saxon oppressor may scoff at the free.
But the Celt in his own way self-governed will be.
Let Old Ireland but conquer Home Rule, and the scene
Of Yersailles shall be soon played in proud College Green.
a fearful saying.
Education produces great results in the United States. It is said
to make good children even out of the Sinsinnati boy^s.
THE EUROPEAN MELODRAMA.
How remarkably are the real Kings, Leaders, and Generals, of the
so-called “ Latin Races,” who figure on the political stage of
Europe, like those accustomed to strut and fret their hour on that
of a British minor theatre. A telegram from Bayonne, the other
day, announced that Don Carlos had re-entered Spain on the pre-
vious night, and issued the following proclamation to the Carlist
volunteers :—
“ Listening to the voice of suffering Spain, I come to fight for my country
and for God. I will not remain idly looking on during this expiatory and
heroic struggle. I deplore the blindness of the army which is forgetful of
fifteen centuries of glory' under the monarchical flag. . . . Spain seeks help
from us. Volunteers, forward ! Spain says she is dying ! Volunteers, let us
save her.”
As the utterer of this bombast, Don Carlos, one fancies, must
necessarily have been attired in a frogged green tunic, a slouched
hat and feathers, long ringlets, and russet boots. One seems to
have heard it all in one’s youth every time one went to the Surrey
Theatre, but has read it still more frequently since reported in the
newspapers amongst foreign intelligence, during the repeated
revolutions and insurrections which have occurred on the Continent.
Another Great “ Lion.”
The Shah of Persia has departed (except from the OperaComique,
where he is likely to remain for some time to come), and the
Sultan of Zanzibar has not yet arrived. Meanwhile sightseers are
not left -without proper provision for their wants. In a notice of
the opening of the magnificent new Architectural Courts at the
South Kensington Museum, this announcement above all delighted,
us—“The famous Buddhist, Sanchi Tope, is here in white plaster
and full size.” The “ white plaster ” is_ rather puzzling. Perhaps
it is some humane contrivance for protecting “the famous Buddhist”
from the caprices of our changeable climate ?