DOI issue:
August 30, 1873
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16937#0101
August 30, 1873.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
89
SEEDINESS IN SPRING.
Caught in a vernal shower,
I got beneath a tree ;
For I am not a flower :
The rain improves not me;
Regilds the dandelion,
Revives the daisy’s hues,
But not restores the dye on
My coat, or mends my shoes.
And thou, too fairest daughter
Of not a wealthy sire,
Alas, no good rain-water
"Will do to thine attire,
For all the rose and lily
That in thy cheek combine !—
And I were very silly
To wish that thou wert mine.
AN IMPERIAL GALLICAN.
Is the preacher who held forth before the
young heir to the French Empire, on Na-
poleon’s Day, in Chiselhurst Chapel, an
“Old Catholic?” For, according to the
Times:—■
“ The High Mass was followed by a sermon,
solemn, hopeful, pointing to the future, putting
before the youthful heir his ancestors’ examples
for his imitation, and linking the family of
Napoleon with the world’s martyrs and bene-
factors.”
The last Napoleon’s policy in regard
to the Sovereign Pontiff hardly delighted
the Ultramontanes, who used to call its
author Herod and Pontius Pilate. Con-
sidering, moreover, that a Pope excom-
municated the first Napoleon, one would
think that a priest who proposes to the
representative of that Pope-dethroner “his
ancestors’ examples for imitation” must,
indeed, be violently carried away from the
grace which bows to infallibility.
THE LINE MUST BE DRAWN
SOMEWHERE !
MODERN MYTHOLOGY.
My Lady. “ And why did you Leave your last Situation ?”
Sensitive Being. “ Well, my Lady, I ’adn’t been in the ’Ouse ’ardly a Month when
I HASCERTAINED AS THE LADIES OF THE FAMILY ’AD NEVER EVEN BEEN PRESENTED AT
Court ! ”
Venus is the Queen of Love. Hymen
may be regarded as her Finisher of the
Law, Jack Ketch, or Calcraft of the nuptial
noose.
TALK TOR THE TABLE.
Said a Grouse to a Potato, “ Ha, my Tuber, how d’ye do ? ”
“ Ha, my Tetrao,” to the Bird replied the ’Tatur, “how are you ?
You, diseased, could never live, the papers told me, to be shot.”
“You the same; would never come to saucepan, though you’d go
to pot.”
“ Yet you see that I’m in case to win a horticultural prize.”
“ So can you that I’m in first-rate feather; for you ’ve got your
eyes.”
“ I am fit for any table, to be boiled, or steamed, or fried.”
“ I to be with brown-fried bread-crumbs, gravy, and bread-sauce
allied.
“ I suppose I shall be roasted, and, when cold, I may be hashed,
Made a salmi or a pie of.” “I may possibly be mashed.”
“ Ah, what creature can foresee how it is going to be drest ? ”
“ Some like one way, some another ; people choose what they love
best.”
“ Here we are, for all the croakers, ready to regale mankind.”
“ I’m game to be killed to-morrow.” “If they peel me, I shan’t
mind.”
“ By the better classes eaten ’tis my privilege to be.”
“ I rejoice too in the Masses, and all ranks rejoice in me.”
“ Farewell. I expect at table we shall shortly meet again.”
“May we have thereat the honour to be dished for worthy men.”
“ ’Tis my hope that I shall not be kept until I’ve got too high.”
‘ ‘ Mine that my cook will not fry me too thin sliced, too crisp and
dry.”
“ 0 that fellows, ere I’m served up to conclude an ample feast,
May not appetite have sated upon soup, fish, fovt, and beast.”
“ In that generous and considerate aspiration let me share.
With wise view to reservation men should con the bill of fare.”
The Times and the Tempest.
The Times, in a leader on “ Mr. Gladstone at Mold,” remarking
on the disuse of Irish as compared with Welsh, truly observes that
‘ ‘ in Ireland both the priest and the agitator denounce the Saxon in
his own tongue.” Comparisons are not odious when they are just;
and the above-quoted observation cannot but be collated with the
following portion of the text of Shakspeare :—
“ Caliban. You taught me language, and my profit on’t
Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you
For learning me your language ! ”
Only Prospero was not a Lord Lieutenant, but monarch of all he
surveyed; and disaffection in the Island under his government was
incarnate in the person of but a single would-be Home-Ruler.
A Card.
Mr. Punch presents his respectful compliments to sixty-one Cor-
respondents who have suggested that the bathing-man who rescued
Prince Arthur at Trouville should receive the Order of the Bath,
and Mr. Punch affectionately requests that those sixty-one persons
do straightway visit the city of King Bladud, and place their heads
in the hands of any of the many respectable tonsors in that inte-
resting city.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
89
SEEDINESS IN SPRING.
Caught in a vernal shower,
I got beneath a tree ;
For I am not a flower :
The rain improves not me;
Regilds the dandelion,
Revives the daisy’s hues,
But not restores the dye on
My coat, or mends my shoes.
And thou, too fairest daughter
Of not a wealthy sire,
Alas, no good rain-water
"Will do to thine attire,
For all the rose and lily
That in thy cheek combine !—
And I were very silly
To wish that thou wert mine.
AN IMPERIAL GALLICAN.
Is the preacher who held forth before the
young heir to the French Empire, on Na-
poleon’s Day, in Chiselhurst Chapel, an
“Old Catholic?” For, according to the
Times:—■
“ The High Mass was followed by a sermon,
solemn, hopeful, pointing to the future, putting
before the youthful heir his ancestors’ examples
for his imitation, and linking the family of
Napoleon with the world’s martyrs and bene-
factors.”
The last Napoleon’s policy in regard
to the Sovereign Pontiff hardly delighted
the Ultramontanes, who used to call its
author Herod and Pontius Pilate. Con-
sidering, moreover, that a Pope excom-
municated the first Napoleon, one would
think that a priest who proposes to the
representative of that Pope-dethroner “his
ancestors’ examples for imitation” must,
indeed, be violently carried away from the
grace which bows to infallibility.
THE LINE MUST BE DRAWN
SOMEWHERE !
MODERN MYTHOLOGY.
My Lady. “ And why did you Leave your last Situation ?”
Sensitive Being. “ Well, my Lady, I ’adn’t been in the ’Ouse ’ardly a Month when
I HASCERTAINED AS THE LADIES OF THE FAMILY ’AD NEVER EVEN BEEN PRESENTED AT
Court ! ”
Venus is the Queen of Love. Hymen
may be regarded as her Finisher of the
Law, Jack Ketch, or Calcraft of the nuptial
noose.
TALK TOR THE TABLE.
Said a Grouse to a Potato, “ Ha, my Tuber, how d’ye do ? ”
“ Ha, my Tetrao,” to the Bird replied the ’Tatur, “how are you ?
You, diseased, could never live, the papers told me, to be shot.”
“You the same; would never come to saucepan, though you’d go
to pot.”
“ Yet you see that I’m in case to win a horticultural prize.”
“ So can you that I’m in first-rate feather; for you ’ve got your
eyes.”
“ I am fit for any table, to be boiled, or steamed, or fried.”
“ I to be with brown-fried bread-crumbs, gravy, and bread-sauce
allied.
“ I suppose I shall be roasted, and, when cold, I may be hashed,
Made a salmi or a pie of.” “I may possibly be mashed.”
“ Ah, what creature can foresee how it is going to be drest ? ”
“ Some like one way, some another ; people choose what they love
best.”
“ Here we are, for all the croakers, ready to regale mankind.”
“ I’m game to be killed to-morrow.” “If they peel me, I shan’t
mind.”
“ By the better classes eaten ’tis my privilege to be.”
“ I rejoice too in the Masses, and all ranks rejoice in me.”
“ Farewell. I expect at table we shall shortly meet again.”
“May we have thereat the honour to be dished for worthy men.”
“ ’Tis my hope that I shall not be kept until I’ve got too high.”
‘ ‘ Mine that my cook will not fry me too thin sliced, too crisp and
dry.”
“ 0 that fellows, ere I’m served up to conclude an ample feast,
May not appetite have sated upon soup, fish, fovt, and beast.”
“ In that generous and considerate aspiration let me share.
With wise view to reservation men should con the bill of fare.”
The Times and the Tempest.
The Times, in a leader on “ Mr. Gladstone at Mold,” remarking
on the disuse of Irish as compared with Welsh, truly observes that
‘ ‘ in Ireland both the priest and the agitator denounce the Saxon in
his own tongue.” Comparisons are not odious when they are just;
and the above-quoted observation cannot but be collated with the
following portion of the text of Shakspeare :—
“ Caliban. You taught me language, and my profit on’t
Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you
For learning me your language ! ”
Only Prospero was not a Lord Lieutenant, but monarch of all he
surveyed; and disaffection in the Island under his government was
incarnate in the person of but a single would-be Home-Ruler.
A Card.
Mr. Punch presents his respectful compliments to sixty-one Cor-
respondents who have suggested that the bathing-man who rescued
Prince Arthur at Trouville should receive the Order of the Bath,
and Mr. Punch affectionately requests that those sixty-one persons
do straightway visit the city of King Bladud, and place their heads
in the hands of any of the many respectable tonsors in that inte-
resting city.