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October 18, 1873
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154 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [October 18, 1873.
UNACCOUNTABLE EXCLUSIVENESS.
(A REMINISCENCE OF THE SEA-SIDE.)
“ He looks as if he Thought a precious lot of ’isself. Don't he, Polly?”
“ Ah! DON'T he, that's all ! Why, he’s been ’ere ever so long, and he ain’t spoke to a Soul yet! /”
VAM) ALIA.
“In Cambridgeshire,” says Gibbon, quoted by Byron, “the
Romans planted a gTeat number of Yandals.” The hard adds that
the race was flourishing in his time. But the Yandals of Cambridge-
shire must have been converted, and have exchanged their icono-
clastic tendencies for excessive idolatry. They happen to want a
Parliamentary candidate. They used to return Lord Royston, but
he is now, by succession, Earl of Hardivicke. So they ask the
Hon. Eliot Thomas Yorke, uncle of the Earl, to stand. He won’t.
So they ask Captain Yorke, brother of the Earl, to stand. He
won’t. So they propose to ask the Honourable Eliot Constan-
tine Yorke, another brother of the Earl, to stand. It is not
wonderful that somebody thinks the line should be drawn some-
where, and that it is not necessary to ask everybody in the world
who happens to be called Yorke. Mr. Hicks, a Cambridgeshire
gentleman, demands why the county is to be made a rotten
borough for the House of Yorke. Truly, “a question to be asked.”
Cambridgeshire, like Clifford in the play, seems inclined to
say to the Earl (whom we like very much, all the same, as a jolly
Englishman)—■
“ Our gracious Lord, here in the Parliament,
Let us ‘ insert’ the Family of York.”
A Sailor’s Home.
In a list of Ministerial Movements—the poor fellows are exhausted
by one or two Cabinet Councils—comes the following:—-
“ Mr. Goschen has gone to his residence at Seacox Heath.”
We could have wished for an additional syllable. The appro-
priateness of SeacoxsM>af« Heath, as a retreat for the First Lord of
the Admiralty, would have been apparent to persons of aU shades of
opinion.
IDEAL NANCY.
Most readers are familiar with the old English tragi-comic song
whose hero is the Lord Lovel and heroine the Lady Nancy Bell. _ It
was not that noble Lord who engaged himself by the following
promise:—
“I shall visit Nancy when, the crisis having been overcome, we shall he
enabled to rejoice in safety and peace at the liberation of the country.”
No; the foregoing words are those of M. Thiers. They occur in
a letter which that distinguished Statesman has addressed to the
Mayor of a French city, which bears the name of the heroine of
the lugubrious lively ballad above referred to. Of late years
especially it has become usual, in painting and sculpture, to repre-
sent cities under female forms supposed to be appropriate. Exe-
cuted by an artist of competent ability, a figure representing Nancy,
on canvas or in marble, might be a really imposing work of Art.
Yet a familiar female diminutive suggests charms and graces which
are less dignified than captivating. We cannot help smiling when-
ever we fancy, whether painted or graven, an image of Nancy.
Welcome to a Lecturer.
“ ’Tis time we Twain did show ourselves.” ’Twas said
By Ch;sar, when one Mark had lost his head:
By Mark, whose head’s quite bright, ’tis said again ;
Therefore, “ go with me, friends, to bless this Twain.”
too much of it.
If much more fuss is made about this Ch.olbord business, there
are those amongst us who will begin to think the whole affair a real
bore.
UNACCOUNTABLE EXCLUSIVENESS.
(A REMINISCENCE OF THE SEA-SIDE.)
“ He looks as if he Thought a precious lot of ’isself. Don't he, Polly?”
“ Ah! DON'T he, that's all ! Why, he’s been ’ere ever so long, and he ain’t spoke to a Soul yet! /”
VAM) ALIA.
“In Cambridgeshire,” says Gibbon, quoted by Byron, “the
Romans planted a gTeat number of Yandals.” The hard adds that
the race was flourishing in his time. But the Yandals of Cambridge-
shire must have been converted, and have exchanged their icono-
clastic tendencies for excessive idolatry. They happen to want a
Parliamentary candidate. They used to return Lord Royston, but
he is now, by succession, Earl of Hardivicke. So they ask the
Hon. Eliot Thomas Yorke, uncle of the Earl, to stand. He won’t.
So they ask Captain Yorke, brother of the Earl, to stand. He
won’t. So they propose to ask the Honourable Eliot Constan-
tine Yorke, another brother of the Earl, to stand. It is not
wonderful that somebody thinks the line should be drawn some-
where, and that it is not necessary to ask everybody in the world
who happens to be called Yorke. Mr. Hicks, a Cambridgeshire
gentleman, demands why the county is to be made a rotten
borough for the House of Yorke. Truly, “a question to be asked.”
Cambridgeshire, like Clifford in the play, seems inclined to
say to the Earl (whom we like very much, all the same, as a jolly
Englishman)—■
“ Our gracious Lord, here in the Parliament,
Let us ‘ insert’ the Family of York.”
A Sailor’s Home.
In a list of Ministerial Movements—the poor fellows are exhausted
by one or two Cabinet Councils—comes the following:—-
“ Mr. Goschen has gone to his residence at Seacox Heath.”
We could have wished for an additional syllable. The appro-
priateness of SeacoxsM>af« Heath, as a retreat for the First Lord of
the Admiralty, would have been apparent to persons of aU shades of
opinion.
IDEAL NANCY.
Most readers are familiar with the old English tragi-comic song
whose hero is the Lord Lovel and heroine the Lady Nancy Bell. _ It
was not that noble Lord who engaged himself by the following
promise:—
“I shall visit Nancy when, the crisis having been overcome, we shall he
enabled to rejoice in safety and peace at the liberation of the country.”
No; the foregoing words are those of M. Thiers. They occur in
a letter which that distinguished Statesman has addressed to the
Mayor of a French city, which bears the name of the heroine of
the lugubrious lively ballad above referred to. Of late years
especially it has become usual, in painting and sculpture, to repre-
sent cities under female forms supposed to be appropriate. Exe-
cuted by an artist of competent ability, a figure representing Nancy,
on canvas or in marble, might be a really imposing work of Art.
Yet a familiar female diminutive suggests charms and graces which
are less dignified than captivating. We cannot help smiling when-
ever we fancy, whether painted or graven, an image of Nancy.
Welcome to a Lecturer.
“ ’Tis time we Twain did show ourselves.” ’Twas said
By Ch;sar, when one Mark had lost his head:
By Mark, whose head’s quite bright, ’tis said again ;
Therefore, “ go with me, friends, to bless this Twain.”
too much of it.
If much more fuss is made about this Ch.olbord business, there
are those amongst us who will begin to think the whole affair a real
bore.