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November 7, 1874
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 7, 1874.
ACCOMMODATING!
Officer (to Native Servant). “ What Caste are you, Ramjammee f ”
Oriental. “ Same Religion as Sahib. Drink Brandy, Sar ! ! ”
BEWARE OF BIRDSTEALERS.
The attention of suburban landholders is hereby called to the following
item of seasonable intelligence:—
“Birds for Exportation.—The London birdcatchers are just now making a profit-
able harvest from their vocation. The provisions of the Wild Birds Protection Act do not
at present put any check on the ‘ fancy,’ and they pursue their calling with impunity, and
are daily netting large flocks of goldfinches, larks, linnets, and other songsters. They sell
them for exportation to New Zealand. Several consignments of British song-birds have
been made to that colony, and brought high prices. Robins are much sought after for
exportation.”
During the interval which must elapse before a Wild Birds Protection
Amendment Act can be passed, could not all occupiers of gardens and. other
lands about London, and other large towns as well, supply the defect in the
existing legal protection of wild birds by refusing all birdcatchers access to
their premises, causing them to be turned off their grounds, and, if necessary,
prosecuting them for trespass ? That would do tolerably well until next Session;
and then could not Parliament altogether prohibit the capture of small birds at
any time whatsoever in any common or open space, or anywhere else except by
persons expressly authorised and employed by the landlord or tenant ? Are
a set of slinking cads to be allowed to exterminate our little birds by trans-
portation ? Not, let us hope, if the birdcatchers’ proceedings can be stopped
by imprisonment and hard labour.
Ecclesiastical Ordnance.
The Convocation of the Episcopal Church of the United States have been
setting an example to that of the Church of England in dealing with Ritualism.
Their Committee, says a telegram from New York, “have unanimously adopted
an ecclesiastical canon directed against Ritualistic practices.” The Yankee
Ritualists, with this canon thus brought to bear upon them, must find them-
selves much in the position of Colonel Crockett’s ’possum, when it felt itself
covered by the Colonel’s rifle. It may be hoped that, like that sagacious animal
up a tree, they will be so sensible of being commanded by the canon as to
obviate all necessity for having it used against them, by coming down.
MUSIC AT WORCESTER.
“ Instead of banishing from their Cathedral that enthusiasm
for sacred music of which the Festival is an expression, they
[the Dean and Chapter of Worcester] would do more wisely to
guide it.”—Times.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
0 how delightfully she sung!
Then Deans and Chapters liked full well
To have her in Cathedrals dwell,
But now it seems they can’t endure a
High ut depoitrine, shrill bravura,
And strive to banish lute and lyre
From heavy-fruitaged Worcestershire.
Wherefore, 0 Dean, this change of fashions ?
Has Music now revived the passions ?
Is it a back-recoiling fear
Lest song than sermon prove more dear ?
Or does a too cacophonous clangour
In decanal ear arouse some anger ?
Or is it possibly despair
Of rivalling Music anywhere ?
Or thinks the Dean that nothing’s holy
If severed from pale Melancholy ?
The list’s too long to investigate—
It may be love, it can’t be hate ;
But clearly, Worcester’s fair Cathedral
Is ruled by men with polyhedral
Angles. No enemies are apter
To hurt the Church than such a Chapter.
Please reconsider, Mr. Dean!
The people like the pleasant scene,
The Minster with its frequent throng,
Great Handel’s glorious wave of song.
Can any man be hurt who hears
Music that touches him to tears,
Yet comforteth the world forlorn
With “ Unto us a Child is born ” ?
0 purblind fussy dignitaries,
Who want a plan that never varies,
Think for a moment! This world grows
Too fast for decanal repose.
No longer is the Dean an oyster
Well-fattened in Cathedral Cloister :
His duty is to meet the swift
Movement to which amain we drift—
No despot, in dogmatic den—
Master of mind, and guide of men.
Dear Dean of Worcester, as you lunch,
You ’ll find these words from Mr. Punch,
Who loves the Church, and fain would see
Its action fair and strong and free.
Why should not Music, heavenly maid,
Come to divine Religion’s aid ?
Why should not this great Church of ours
Grasp valiantly its ancient powers,
By gravely guiding English life,.
And calmly checking English strife,
No mere affair of nave and steeple,
But the home-centre of the people ?
’Tis this we need. The power exists:
The rubbish of the Ritualists,
All the fierce fight of High, Broad, Low,
Should quick extinction undergo.
The Church is England’s ; and the Church
Dare not leave England in the lurch.
So, Dean oe Worcester, sulk no more,
But think that on a farther shore
Music is language ; that being true,
Handel knows more, perchance, than yon,
And, if less clear about the Trinity,
Dwells closer to the true Divinity.
Remark by a Rustic.
The Times lately contained a statement that the
amount issued from the Exchequer in the year ended
the 31st of March last was £900,000 for the purchase
of bullion for coinage. Hearing this, a Hampshire
Agriculturist said bullyun was no good for coinage.
Bullyun was what you med call ‘ ‘ monkey s allowance
more kicks than halfpence.”
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 7, 1874.
ACCOMMODATING!
Officer (to Native Servant). “ What Caste are you, Ramjammee f ”
Oriental. “ Same Religion as Sahib. Drink Brandy, Sar ! ! ”
BEWARE OF BIRDSTEALERS.
The attention of suburban landholders is hereby called to the following
item of seasonable intelligence:—
“Birds for Exportation.—The London birdcatchers are just now making a profit-
able harvest from their vocation. The provisions of the Wild Birds Protection Act do not
at present put any check on the ‘ fancy,’ and they pursue their calling with impunity, and
are daily netting large flocks of goldfinches, larks, linnets, and other songsters. They sell
them for exportation to New Zealand. Several consignments of British song-birds have
been made to that colony, and brought high prices. Robins are much sought after for
exportation.”
During the interval which must elapse before a Wild Birds Protection
Amendment Act can be passed, could not all occupiers of gardens and. other
lands about London, and other large towns as well, supply the defect in the
existing legal protection of wild birds by refusing all birdcatchers access to
their premises, causing them to be turned off their grounds, and, if necessary,
prosecuting them for trespass ? That would do tolerably well until next Session;
and then could not Parliament altogether prohibit the capture of small birds at
any time whatsoever in any common or open space, or anywhere else except by
persons expressly authorised and employed by the landlord or tenant ? Are
a set of slinking cads to be allowed to exterminate our little birds by trans-
portation ? Not, let us hope, if the birdcatchers’ proceedings can be stopped
by imprisonment and hard labour.
Ecclesiastical Ordnance.
The Convocation of the Episcopal Church of the United States have been
setting an example to that of the Church of England in dealing with Ritualism.
Their Committee, says a telegram from New York, “have unanimously adopted
an ecclesiastical canon directed against Ritualistic practices.” The Yankee
Ritualists, with this canon thus brought to bear upon them, must find them-
selves much in the position of Colonel Crockett’s ’possum, when it felt itself
covered by the Colonel’s rifle. It may be hoped that, like that sagacious animal
up a tree, they will be so sensible of being commanded by the canon as to
obviate all necessity for having it used against them, by coming down.
MUSIC AT WORCESTER.
“ Instead of banishing from their Cathedral that enthusiasm
for sacred music of which the Festival is an expression, they
[the Dean and Chapter of Worcester] would do more wisely to
guide it.”—Times.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
0 how delightfully she sung!
Then Deans and Chapters liked full well
To have her in Cathedrals dwell,
But now it seems they can’t endure a
High ut depoitrine, shrill bravura,
And strive to banish lute and lyre
From heavy-fruitaged Worcestershire.
Wherefore, 0 Dean, this change of fashions ?
Has Music now revived the passions ?
Is it a back-recoiling fear
Lest song than sermon prove more dear ?
Or does a too cacophonous clangour
In decanal ear arouse some anger ?
Or is it possibly despair
Of rivalling Music anywhere ?
Or thinks the Dean that nothing’s holy
If severed from pale Melancholy ?
The list’s too long to investigate—
It may be love, it can’t be hate ;
But clearly, Worcester’s fair Cathedral
Is ruled by men with polyhedral
Angles. No enemies are apter
To hurt the Church than such a Chapter.
Please reconsider, Mr. Dean!
The people like the pleasant scene,
The Minster with its frequent throng,
Great Handel’s glorious wave of song.
Can any man be hurt who hears
Music that touches him to tears,
Yet comforteth the world forlorn
With “ Unto us a Child is born ” ?
0 purblind fussy dignitaries,
Who want a plan that never varies,
Think for a moment! This world grows
Too fast for decanal repose.
No longer is the Dean an oyster
Well-fattened in Cathedral Cloister :
His duty is to meet the swift
Movement to which amain we drift—
No despot, in dogmatic den—
Master of mind, and guide of men.
Dear Dean of Worcester, as you lunch,
You ’ll find these words from Mr. Punch,
Who loves the Church, and fain would see
Its action fair and strong and free.
Why should not Music, heavenly maid,
Come to divine Religion’s aid ?
Why should not this great Church of ours
Grasp valiantly its ancient powers,
By gravely guiding English life,.
And calmly checking English strife,
No mere affair of nave and steeple,
But the home-centre of the people ?
’Tis this we need. The power exists:
The rubbish of the Ritualists,
All the fierce fight of High, Broad, Low,
Should quick extinction undergo.
The Church is England’s ; and the Church
Dare not leave England in the lurch.
So, Dean oe Worcester, sulk no more,
But think that on a farther shore
Music is language ; that being true,
Handel knows more, perchance, than yon,
And, if less clear about the Trinity,
Dwells closer to the true Divinity.
Remark by a Rustic.
The Times lately contained a statement that the
amount issued from the Exchequer in the year ended
the 31st of March last was £900,000 for the purchase
of bullion for coinage. Hearing this, a Hampshire
Agriculturist said bullyun was no good for coinage.
Bullyun was what you med call ‘ ‘ monkey s allowance
more kicks than halfpence.”