DOI Heft:
August 1, 1874
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16939#0053
August 1, 1874.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
45
THE LAST OF THE SEASON”
Madeline. “ 0, Ma ! do Look at this beautiful Sunset!”
Mater. “Nonsense, Madeline, don’t be Absurd! We haven’t Time to Look at Anything! We must just Run through,
AND BE ABLE TO SAY WE HAVE BEEN HERE.”
A SONG AFTER SUNSET.
(Being a Word from the Hanley Dog hy the Cynic Poet Laureate.
Alg-rn-n Sw-nb-rne.)
Lo, from thy Black Country flung for thee,
Raving, red-eyed, scarred and seared ;
To a bran-new sensation tune sung for thee,
Red lips, white teeth, underhung for thee,
- Beauty begrimed and blood-smeared!
Yice-jawed, retractile, snub-snouted—
Tushes for fists swift to smite ;
Round by round felled, but not routed,
Rare of hark, hitter of bite !
If with grapplings and pluckings asunder—
If with throat-thirst for worry unslaked—
If with rush after growl, flash on thunder—
Knocked over, but ne’er knocking under—
With cash on me lavishly staked—
If eye against eye grimly glaring,
Biped Brummy could quadruped scan,
Ring and chain with me, blood with me, sharing,—
Say which was brute, which was man ?
If round us, smoke-soddened and shameless,
Brain-sapped through their drain-pipes of throats,
Glared and growled collier crowds best left oamt-less,
A sight for “ Our Own,” bland and blameless,
Who noted the scene in his notes.—
If the seeds of the Black Country’s sowing
Bear such slaughter-house fruit reeking raw,
Whet, England, thy blade for the mowing!
Swing and sweep with the Scythe of the Law!
And reck not the lurdane and lozel
Who in Hanley inspect and inquire,
First to Greenwood to track make proposal,
And when “ Our Own ” follows his nose ill,
Deny, to suit Hanley’s desire.
Whoso seeketh will find, never fear,
Be it Brummy, my brother, or me.
What so deaf as the ear will not hear,
Or so blind as the eye will not see ?
EFFECTS OF THE HOT WEATHER.
In consequence of the late extreme heat, the Post Office authori-
ties decline to deliver letters, even between persons about to marry,
couched in other than the coolest terms.
Several elderly Young Ladies have been heard to regret that they
are not on the shady side of forty.
For the comfort of the Conservative working men, the horses of
George the Third and Fourth, in Trafalgar Square and Pall
Mall, are to be replaced by chevaux de frise.
None of the races during the next fortnight will he run in heats—
weather not permitting.
The Church Missionary Society is sending out a special agent to
convert the Hottentots into Coolies.
The Boyle Lectures are discontinued as being not only unnecessary,
but aggravating.
It is feared that if the sultry weather continues, no member of
Tattersall’s will be able to lay a cool thousand, though the comfort
of such a refrigerant in the pocket is more appreciated than ever.
Th.e Rod for Ritualists.
The Public Worship Bill is represented as the answer of the
Legislature to the general cry that “ something must be done.” It
will not, however, answer its purpose unless it causes not a little in
the way of Ritualistic mummery to he undone.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
45
THE LAST OF THE SEASON”
Madeline. “ 0, Ma ! do Look at this beautiful Sunset!”
Mater. “Nonsense, Madeline, don’t be Absurd! We haven’t Time to Look at Anything! We must just Run through,
AND BE ABLE TO SAY WE HAVE BEEN HERE.”
A SONG AFTER SUNSET.
(Being a Word from the Hanley Dog hy the Cynic Poet Laureate.
Alg-rn-n Sw-nb-rne.)
Lo, from thy Black Country flung for thee,
Raving, red-eyed, scarred and seared ;
To a bran-new sensation tune sung for thee,
Red lips, white teeth, underhung for thee,
- Beauty begrimed and blood-smeared!
Yice-jawed, retractile, snub-snouted—
Tushes for fists swift to smite ;
Round by round felled, but not routed,
Rare of hark, hitter of bite !
If with grapplings and pluckings asunder—
If with throat-thirst for worry unslaked—
If with rush after growl, flash on thunder—
Knocked over, but ne’er knocking under—
With cash on me lavishly staked—
If eye against eye grimly glaring,
Biped Brummy could quadruped scan,
Ring and chain with me, blood with me, sharing,—
Say which was brute, which was man ?
If round us, smoke-soddened and shameless,
Brain-sapped through their drain-pipes of throats,
Glared and growled collier crowds best left oamt-less,
A sight for “ Our Own,” bland and blameless,
Who noted the scene in his notes.—
If the seeds of the Black Country’s sowing
Bear such slaughter-house fruit reeking raw,
Whet, England, thy blade for the mowing!
Swing and sweep with the Scythe of the Law!
And reck not the lurdane and lozel
Who in Hanley inspect and inquire,
First to Greenwood to track make proposal,
And when “ Our Own ” follows his nose ill,
Deny, to suit Hanley’s desire.
Whoso seeketh will find, never fear,
Be it Brummy, my brother, or me.
What so deaf as the ear will not hear,
Or so blind as the eye will not see ?
EFFECTS OF THE HOT WEATHER.
In consequence of the late extreme heat, the Post Office authori-
ties decline to deliver letters, even between persons about to marry,
couched in other than the coolest terms.
Several elderly Young Ladies have been heard to regret that they
are not on the shady side of forty.
For the comfort of the Conservative working men, the horses of
George the Third and Fourth, in Trafalgar Square and Pall
Mall, are to be replaced by chevaux de frise.
None of the races during the next fortnight will he run in heats—
weather not permitting.
The Church Missionary Society is sending out a special agent to
convert the Hottentots into Coolies.
The Boyle Lectures are discontinued as being not only unnecessary,
but aggravating.
It is feared that if the sultry weather continues, no member of
Tattersall’s will be able to lay a cool thousand, though the comfort
of such a refrigerant in the pocket is more appreciated than ever.
Th.e Rod for Ritualists.
The Public Worship Bill is represented as the answer of the
Legislature to the general cry that “ something must be done.” It
will not, however, answer its purpose unless it causes not a little in
the way of Ritualistic mummery to he undone.