DOI Heft:
March 21, 1874
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16938#0130
March 21, 1874.]
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAKIVARL
125
NEW HOOKS.
A Book lias been published with the vague title 1low
to Economise like a Lady. Like what Lady ? Name !
Another good title. The Great Ice Age. Clearly a
good opportunity for an advertisement for Mr. Gunter.
Hints for Young Huntsmen. {Bound, or in a Paper
Cover.) What would a real huntsman care about a
paper covert, unless the hints are simply for hoys en-
gaged in a paper-chase.
Broken Bonds. By Hawley Smart. Have not read
this, but suppose it must be something about the late
Claimant swindle.
The Two Pets.
Miss Celia when she takes the air
In Hyde Park, you may meet her there,
A pug-dog, fat and panting, carries:
A lucky dog, you ’ll say, and yet
Miss Celia, ten to one I het,
Will drop the pug-dog when she marries.
DE MORTUIS.
Sympathetic Young Mother. “ A’ wunner ye could be sae Cruel as tae
Kill that bonnie wee Cauf ! ”
Practical Butcher. “ Weel, ye see, tie’ll no Eat them leevin’ !”
Snow and Antiquity.
The Romans thought precious little of the Snow.
They spoke of it as Nix. Virgil, who hated cold, wrote
plaintively to his friend Tibulbulus, ‘ ‘ Nix mi dolor,”
“ Snow is really a grief to me ; ” and this line was sub-
sequently adopted by the celebrated Duntaxus Kantor,
the great comic singer of his day, and formed into a
popular Roman chorus, since rendered into English
as 11 Nix my dolly.” The above information may be
relied on. _
Towering Loyalty.
The Special Reporter of the Daily Telegraph records
the following expression of loyalty at the late meet of
the Queen’s Stag-hounds, attended hy Her Majesty and
the Duchess of Edinburgh
“ A squat
houses.”
church tower lifted itself above a cluster of
-What Quaker could keep his hat on after that ?
AIMEE DESCLEE.
BORN 1837. DIED MARCH, 1S74.
“ Aimee : ” sweet name! Ere she who bore it died
On the steep steps that scale the House of Eame,
Critical Paris, in her cynic pride,
Had turned to truth the omen of the name.
For Paris loved her : gave her all the heart
She has to lend to those whom she loves best.
Nor Paris only : this, our busy mart,
Gave her the love less readily profest.
Hers the High Art, that keeps Truth’s lowly way,
A. way that asks patience and pride to tread,
Biding sore travel many a dusty day,
Staying a high heart, oft, on bitter bread:
Seeing adventurers by other roads,
Shoot, swift, to loud-voiced name and public stare,
Learning to steel heart to Ambition’s goads,
From Siren songs of praise the ear forbear.
Such was the life she lived for many a year
Of little-valued, less-rewarded, toil,
Till when Fame’s trump rang for her, sweet and clear,
Her ear was dulled by weary wait and coil.
Then came a space of summer, all too brief,
With fruit of Art, and swift-sprung flowers of fame,
What skill so touched the truths of joy and grief,
So waked the theatre to loud acclaim !
But too late came that harvest of her pains,
The roots of Death had struck deep m her heart;
And what cares Death for glory or for gains,
Guerdon of that short life, so spent for Art.
And she was dying, with the pitiless cry
Of box and pit and gallery, in her ear,
“ Give us thy life, but act, and, after, die ;
It is to live with thy life we are here.”
Thou art at rest, Poor Aimee ! bravelier none,
Or less complaining, bowed to Heaven’s dark doom ;
More modestly and meekly ne’er was one
Bore late-earned honours to an early tomb.
Cruelty to Men and Animals.
Here’s Commodore Hewett so demoralised by the atmosphere
of carnage breathed at Coomassie, that he does not scruple to avow
his hope soon “to dispatch Victor Emmanuel, and all the more serious
fever and dysentery cases.” This is really as bad as Napoleon and
the Jaffa plague-patients ! Then, again, what will the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals say to a “ Dromedary taking
thirty-nine invalids to St. Vincent ” ?
Loyal and Managerial.
“ I ’ll do something to attract the Public,” said the Manager of
a London Theatre which had not been doing very well lately, “ I ’ll
do something, and that too on the Duchess op Edinburgh’s proces-
sional day. If I can’t draw, hang it, I can illuminate.”
He did. It attracted crowds—outside.
BAL-CONIC SECTIONS.
Protesting against the flimsy erections raised to accommodate
spectators on the entry of the Duchess op Edinburgh, a Corre-
spondent of the Times observes that “ Pasteboard balconies are a
standing danger.” A. falling one, we should have rather thought.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAKIVARL
125
NEW HOOKS.
A Book lias been published with the vague title 1low
to Economise like a Lady. Like what Lady ? Name !
Another good title. The Great Ice Age. Clearly a
good opportunity for an advertisement for Mr. Gunter.
Hints for Young Huntsmen. {Bound, or in a Paper
Cover.) What would a real huntsman care about a
paper covert, unless the hints are simply for hoys en-
gaged in a paper-chase.
Broken Bonds. By Hawley Smart. Have not read
this, but suppose it must be something about the late
Claimant swindle.
The Two Pets.
Miss Celia when she takes the air
In Hyde Park, you may meet her there,
A pug-dog, fat and panting, carries:
A lucky dog, you ’ll say, and yet
Miss Celia, ten to one I het,
Will drop the pug-dog when she marries.
DE MORTUIS.
Sympathetic Young Mother. “ A’ wunner ye could be sae Cruel as tae
Kill that bonnie wee Cauf ! ”
Practical Butcher. “ Weel, ye see, tie’ll no Eat them leevin’ !”
Snow and Antiquity.
The Romans thought precious little of the Snow.
They spoke of it as Nix. Virgil, who hated cold, wrote
plaintively to his friend Tibulbulus, ‘ ‘ Nix mi dolor,”
“ Snow is really a grief to me ; ” and this line was sub-
sequently adopted by the celebrated Duntaxus Kantor,
the great comic singer of his day, and formed into a
popular Roman chorus, since rendered into English
as 11 Nix my dolly.” The above information may be
relied on. _
Towering Loyalty.
The Special Reporter of the Daily Telegraph records
the following expression of loyalty at the late meet of
the Queen’s Stag-hounds, attended hy Her Majesty and
the Duchess of Edinburgh
“ A squat
houses.”
church tower lifted itself above a cluster of
-What Quaker could keep his hat on after that ?
AIMEE DESCLEE.
BORN 1837. DIED MARCH, 1S74.
“ Aimee : ” sweet name! Ere she who bore it died
On the steep steps that scale the House of Eame,
Critical Paris, in her cynic pride,
Had turned to truth the omen of the name.
For Paris loved her : gave her all the heart
She has to lend to those whom she loves best.
Nor Paris only : this, our busy mart,
Gave her the love less readily profest.
Hers the High Art, that keeps Truth’s lowly way,
A. way that asks patience and pride to tread,
Biding sore travel many a dusty day,
Staying a high heart, oft, on bitter bread:
Seeing adventurers by other roads,
Shoot, swift, to loud-voiced name and public stare,
Learning to steel heart to Ambition’s goads,
From Siren songs of praise the ear forbear.
Such was the life she lived for many a year
Of little-valued, less-rewarded, toil,
Till when Fame’s trump rang for her, sweet and clear,
Her ear was dulled by weary wait and coil.
Then came a space of summer, all too brief,
With fruit of Art, and swift-sprung flowers of fame,
What skill so touched the truths of joy and grief,
So waked the theatre to loud acclaim !
But too late came that harvest of her pains,
The roots of Death had struck deep m her heart;
And what cares Death for glory or for gains,
Guerdon of that short life, so spent for Art.
And she was dying, with the pitiless cry
Of box and pit and gallery, in her ear,
“ Give us thy life, but act, and, after, die ;
It is to live with thy life we are here.”
Thou art at rest, Poor Aimee ! bravelier none,
Or less complaining, bowed to Heaven’s dark doom ;
More modestly and meekly ne’er was one
Bore late-earned honours to an early tomb.
Cruelty to Men and Animals.
Here’s Commodore Hewett so demoralised by the atmosphere
of carnage breathed at Coomassie, that he does not scruple to avow
his hope soon “to dispatch Victor Emmanuel, and all the more serious
fever and dysentery cases.” This is really as bad as Napoleon and
the Jaffa plague-patients ! Then, again, what will the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals say to a “ Dromedary taking
thirty-nine invalids to St. Vincent ” ?
Loyal and Managerial.
“ I ’ll do something to attract the Public,” said the Manager of
a London Theatre which had not been doing very well lately, “ I ’ll
do something, and that too on the Duchess op Edinburgh’s proces-
sional day. If I can’t draw, hang it, I can illuminate.”
He did. It attracted crowds—outside.
BAL-CONIC SECTIONS.
Protesting against the flimsy erections raised to accommodate
spectators on the entry of the Duchess op Edinburgh, a Corre-
spondent of the Times observes that “ Pasteboard balconies are a
standing danger.” A. falling one, we should have rather thought.