DOI issue:
August 22, 1874
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16939#0091
August 22, 1874.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
83
“ BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, AND OTHERS WILL BELIEVE
IN YOU.”
Monsieur Bilboquet (“ Peintre Academicien"). “I tell you, Sare, zat ze
Secret of all true Art is lost, and zat Painting is a zing of ze Past.
Zere are not more zan Sree Men living who are worzy of ze Name of
Painter ! ”
His Patron and Admirer. “ Yes—yes. And who are the Three Men,
Monsieur Bilboquet ? ”
Monsieur Bilboquet. “ Yell, I am One of zem ! I have forgotten ze
Names of ze Two Ozers ! ”
A VOICE FROM THE SOLITUDE.
Lo the falcon poises
High in ether sunny,
Watching for his quarry
On the fells below :
Far from London noises,
And the toil for money.
Where ? I should be sorry
For the world to know.
As upon the smartest
Of the tribe of weasel
Drops that goshawk glorious
From the cloudless blue,
So the eager artist,
Packing up his easel,
Would be here victorious
In a day or two.
Chasm and sleepy hollow,
Mountain streams that hurry
Down tremendous gradient—
All would suit his brush:
Him too soon would follow
Myrmidon of Murray,
With descriptions radiant.
Wherefore let us “ hush ! ”
Let us watch the vapours
In the hot sky perish
As we moor in lonely
Bay our boat for lunch.
Write not to the papers,
But our secret cherish,
Or commit it only
To the ear of Punch.
Toil that tends to cripple
All the mind’s resources,
Riving brain asunder,
Is forgot this day,
By the lake’s clear ripple,
Where the mighty “ forces ”
Downward as they thunder
Madden into spray.
Pools there are for headers,
Where swift streams are filling
Granite basins yonder,
Fresh as Tempe’s well.
Mountain pathway treaders,
Up, through silence thrilling,
Up, but where we wander
Never let us tell!
ON THE ROAD.
In these days of public Conferences, held by all classes of the community,
it is not presumptuous to suppose that sooner or later we shall hear of a Cab
Congress. Should such a meeting ever take place, it is to be expected that the
following subjects will be brought under discussion by those interested in the
movement:—
(Subject.) The Four-wheeler and its advantages as a sleeping-place for Cab-
drivers. Sectional—The use of Nose-bags for pillows, with a few words relative
to the advisability of smoking Clay-pipes with all the windows closed.
(Subject.) The Management of Fares. Sectional—On Fares who are supposed
to consider themselves entitled to call themselves “ Gentlemen.”
(Subject.) The Resemblance of the Four-wheeler to the Bathing-machine.
Sectional—Springs in their relation to Luggage.
(Subject.) The difference existing between the public’s Mile and the Mile
recognised by the Cab-driver. Sectional—The use of “ short-cuts” with regard
to fares from the country and abroad.
(Subject.) Modern languages and their adaptability to the use of Cab-drivers.
Sectional—Some account of the meaning and derivation of the words “ chaff”
and “ slang ” with examples.
(Subject.) The Police and the Cab-Drivers. Sectional—On some methods of
evading Rules and Regulations.
(Subject.) Driving: Slow, Fast, and Furious. Sectional—On the difficulty
attending an attempt to consult the wishes of an impatient F’are without
incurring heavy punishment for incidental accidents.
(Subject.) Cabman’s Finance. 1. Payments to Cab-owners. 2. Receipts
from Fares. 3. Demands from Wives and Children. Sectional—Some
Thoughts about Home in a Workhouse.
If we’ve found a corner
Sacred from the “ voicing ”
Of descriptive leaders,
Innocent of ink,
In it, like Jack Horner
O’er our plum rejoicing—
Thoughts not meant for readers
Let us sit and think !
BATHERS AND BUOYS.
There was perhaps something in what the wiseacre
who had narrowly escaped drowning meant, when he
said that he would never go into the water again until
he had learned to swim. By accounts from Lausanne,
a man was drowned the other day in Lake Leman. “ He
does not appear to have been a swimmer, and was tempted
out of his depth by the use of an air-belt.” If bathers
who are no swimmers will carefully mind to swim within
shallow water until able to swim without support, they
will then be in case to strike out into deep without fear
and without foolishness. Otherwise not. Look you,
dear reader, sojourning at the sea-side, now turning oyer
these pages on the yellow sands—and of course not being
taken out of your depth there—never go out of it into the
waves until yon are able to swim like porpoises, and dis-
pense with buoys. It is as easy to learn swimming in
four feet of water as in ten—and much safer. Respect
this!
The Language of Flowers.—When the Roses sweetly breathe a Dew.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
83
“ BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, AND OTHERS WILL BELIEVE
IN YOU.”
Monsieur Bilboquet (“ Peintre Academicien"). “I tell you, Sare, zat ze
Secret of all true Art is lost, and zat Painting is a zing of ze Past.
Zere are not more zan Sree Men living who are worzy of ze Name of
Painter ! ”
His Patron and Admirer. “ Yes—yes. And who are the Three Men,
Monsieur Bilboquet ? ”
Monsieur Bilboquet. “ Yell, I am One of zem ! I have forgotten ze
Names of ze Two Ozers ! ”
A VOICE FROM THE SOLITUDE.
Lo the falcon poises
High in ether sunny,
Watching for his quarry
On the fells below :
Far from London noises,
And the toil for money.
Where ? I should be sorry
For the world to know.
As upon the smartest
Of the tribe of weasel
Drops that goshawk glorious
From the cloudless blue,
So the eager artist,
Packing up his easel,
Would be here victorious
In a day or two.
Chasm and sleepy hollow,
Mountain streams that hurry
Down tremendous gradient—
All would suit his brush:
Him too soon would follow
Myrmidon of Murray,
With descriptions radiant.
Wherefore let us “ hush ! ”
Let us watch the vapours
In the hot sky perish
As we moor in lonely
Bay our boat for lunch.
Write not to the papers,
But our secret cherish,
Or commit it only
To the ear of Punch.
Toil that tends to cripple
All the mind’s resources,
Riving brain asunder,
Is forgot this day,
By the lake’s clear ripple,
Where the mighty “ forces ”
Downward as they thunder
Madden into spray.
Pools there are for headers,
Where swift streams are filling
Granite basins yonder,
Fresh as Tempe’s well.
Mountain pathway treaders,
Up, through silence thrilling,
Up, but where we wander
Never let us tell!
ON THE ROAD.
In these days of public Conferences, held by all classes of the community,
it is not presumptuous to suppose that sooner or later we shall hear of a Cab
Congress. Should such a meeting ever take place, it is to be expected that the
following subjects will be brought under discussion by those interested in the
movement:—
(Subject.) The Four-wheeler and its advantages as a sleeping-place for Cab-
drivers. Sectional—The use of Nose-bags for pillows, with a few words relative
to the advisability of smoking Clay-pipes with all the windows closed.
(Subject.) The Management of Fares. Sectional—On Fares who are supposed
to consider themselves entitled to call themselves “ Gentlemen.”
(Subject.) The Resemblance of the Four-wheeler to the Bathing-machine.
Sectional—Springs in their relation to Luggage.
(Subject.) The difference existing between the public’s Mile and the Mile
recognised by the Cab-driver. Sectional—The use of “ short-cuts” with regard
to fares from the country and abroad.
(Subject.) Modern languages and their adaptability to the use of Cab-drivers.
Sectional—Some account of the meaning and derivation of the words “ chaff”
and “ slang ” with examples.
(Subject.) The Police and the Cab-Drivers. Sectional—On some methods of
evading Rules and Regulations.
(Subject.) Driving: Slow, Fast, and Furious. Sectional—On the difficulty
attending an attempt to consult the wishes of an impatient F’are without
incurring heavy punishment for incidental accidents.
(Subject.) Cabman’s Finance. 1. Payments to Cab-owners. 2. Receipts
from Fares. 3. Demands from Wives and Children. Sectional—Some
Thoughts about Home in a Workhouse.
If we’ve found a corner
Sacred from the “ voicing ”
Of descriptive leaders,
Innocent of ink,
In it, like Jack Horner
O’er our plum rejoicing—
Thoughts not meant for readers
Let us sit and think !
BATHERS AND BUOYS.
There was perhaps something in what the wiseacre
who had narrowly escaped drowning meant, when he
said that he would never go into the water again until
he had learned to swim. By accounts from Lausanne,
a man was drowned the other day in Lake Leman. “ He
does not appear to have been a swimmer, and was tempted
out of his depth by the use of an air-belt.” If bathers
who are no swimmers will carefully mind to swim within
shallow water until able to swim without support, they
will then be in case to strike out into deep without fear
and without foolishness. Otherwise not. Look you,
dear reader, sojourning at the sea-side, now turning oyer
these pages on the yellow sands—and of course not being
taken out of your depth there—never go out of it into the
waves until yon are able to swim like porpoises, and dis-
pense with buoys. It is as easy to learn swimming in
four feet of water as in ten—and much safer. Respect
this!
The Language of Flowers.—When the Roses sweetly breathe a Dew.