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June 26, 1875
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J(NE 26 1875.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
269
THE ONE THING NEEDFUL.
May. “ Mamma, do let its have another Wedding soon ! ”
Mamma (who does not like parting with her daughters). “Don’t Talk of such a Thing, mt
Darling ! ”
May. “I MEAN LET'S HAVE ANOTHER WEDDING, AND LEAVE OUT ALL BUT THE CAKE, VOU
KNOW I ”
WILFRID LAWSON.
[A Pcean on the “ Permissive Bill.")
Air—“ Nancy Dawson."
Wilfrid Lawson were a bore,
But that, joking evermore,
He makes the House of Commons
roar,—
Ha, ha ! Sir Wilfrid Lawson l
Wilfrid Lawson has a craze,
On his mind which sorely preys.
Evil habits it betrays !
For shame, Sir Wilfrid Law-
son !
Often doth a party, found
Rolling on the floor or ground,
Swear the world is drunk all round:
So doth Sir Wilfrid Lawson.
Wilfrid Lawson, every year,
Moves a Bill with aim severe,
John Bull to curtail of his beer:
Fond Sir Wilfrid Lawson!
He’s the Chief of Freedom’s foes,
Who by local votes propose
Every public-house to close—
Bosh, Sir Wilfrid Lawson !
Once a^ain they’ve lost their Bill,
Let us hope they always will.
So all hands, a bumper fill,
And drink Sir Wilfrid Law-
son !
Temperance if in hopes to teach,
He will do no more than preach,
Success in sermon and in speech
Attend Sir Wilfrid Lawson !
May his talk else end in smoke,
When he goeth, past a joke.
On Britons’ necks to force his yoke !
No go, Sir Wilfrid Lawson !
Strange Rejection.—At Sydney,
Parliament has been electing a new
Speaker. A considerable majority
of the Members would not have
Wisdom.
SHABBY FELLOWS IN THE CITY.
From a statement in the City Press, comprising the subjoined
particulars, there apparently prevails among the parishioners of
Christ Church, Newgate Street, a sad want of sense of their
parochial duties.
When King Henry the Eighth of gentle memory had founded
the Hospital of St. Bartholomew in place of the Monastery, “ from
immediately after” the issue of his humane Majesty’s Charter for
that purpose, “the Governors” of the new Hospital “commenced
litigation against their neighbours for tithe at the rate of two
shillings and ninepence in the pound, and some hundreds of persons
were proceeded against in various Courts, but in every case the
decision was that the inhabitants should pay their customary pay-
ments.” Hence it would seem that the Royal Charter contained
some clause unsuccessfully devised to raise the tithes they were ac-
customed to pay the Friars. Perhaps, then, the charitable Sovereign
who founded St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, in so doing also laid the
foundation of Sydney Smith’s famed apologue of the man whom an
affecting charity sermon moved to empty his neighbour’s pockets
into the plate.
The Fire of London having created a difficulty as to tithe-assess-
ment, the Governors, in 1670, went to Chancery to get it settled.
The Court “decided in every case that the customary payments
should be paid.” These “in no case approached two shillings and
ninepence in the pound.”
From the above date to the present “no variation in the pay-
ments has taken place.” But now at last the Governors of St.
Bartholomew’s Hospital are again attempting to put on the beneficent
screw. They “have filed a bill against some of the inhabitants,
demanding,” like their first predecessors, “tithe at the rate of two
shillings and ninepence in the pound on the gross assessment of
each property in the parish.”
And the mean and shabby inhabitants actually intend to contest
this demand, and have even voted a rate to produce £1500 for that
purpose. So little do those churls appreciate the benevolence which
has prompted a body of gentlemen, in order to support the Hospital
they preside over, to try and raise the tithes levied upon other
people !
The parsimonious wretches do not see how natural it is that, con-
sidering the general rise which has occurred in prices, and all other
expenses which they have to bear, benevolent gentlemen should
think it both right and timeous to raise their tithes as well.
Should the stingy owners and occupiers of property in Christ
Church, Newgate Street, succeed in their grudging resistance to an
attempt at bountiful exaction, the Governors of St. Bartholomew’s
may, however, confidently appeal on behalf of that noble Institution
to the liberal working classes. The support of Hospitals is
especially their affair. St. Bartholomew’s. Hospital is not a
parochial charity. The generous drink on which the London work-
people expend annually so many millions of money has, doubtless,
inspired the hard but open-handed sons of toil with generosity
enough to make them come forward with auy amount which a two-
and-ninepenny rate would, if it could have been enforced, have got
out of niggardly rate-payers.
Welcome, Little Monster!
Mr. John Bull is about to have another addition made to his
domestic happiness. Woolwich will shortly present him with
another Infant. The weight of the last-born Woolwich Infant was
thirty-five tons; the babe on the point of birth will weigh eighty-
one, and there is at present not a crane in the Arsenal strong enough
to lift it. These prodigious births are not ominous of the Millen-
nium. As yet there is no prospect of a time when Woolwich Infants
will be in case to be charged with violet-powder.
269
THE ONE THING NEEDFUL.
May. “ Mamma, do let its have another Wedding soon ! ”
Mamma (who does not like parting with her daughters). “Don’t Talk of such a Thing, mt
Darling ! ”
May. “I MEAN LET'S HAVE ANOTHER WEDDING, AND LEAVE OUT ALL BUT THE CAKE, VOU
KNOW I ”
WILFRID LAWSON.
[A Pcean on the “ Permissive Bill.")
Air—“ Nancy Dawson."
Wilfrid Lawson were a bore,
But that, joking evermore,
He makes the House of Commons
roar,—
Ha, ha ! Sir Wilfrid Lawson l
Wilfrid Lawson has a craze,
On his mind which sorely preys.
Evil habits it betrays !
For shame, Sir Wilfrid Law-
son !
Often doth a party, found
Rolling on the floor or ground,
Swear the world is drunk all round:
So doth Sir Wilfrid Lawson.
Wilfrid Lawson, every year,
Moves a Bill with aim severe,
John Bull to curtail of his beer:
Fond Sir Wilfrid Lawson!
He’s the Chief of Freedom’s foes,
Who by local votes propose
Every public-house to close—
Bosh, Sir Wilfrid Lawson !
Once a^ain they’ve lost their Bill,
Let us hope they always will.
So all hands, a bumper fill,
And drink Sir Wilfrid Law-
son !
Temperance if in hopes to teach,
He will do no more than preach,
Success in sermon and in speech
Attend Sir Wilfrid Lawson !
May his talk else end in smoke,
When he goeth, past a joke.
On Britons’ necks to force his yoke !
No go, Sir Wilfrid Lawson !
Strange Rejection.—At Sydney,
Parliament has been electing a new
Speaker. A considerable majority
of the Members would not have
Wisdom.
SHABBY FELLOWS IN THE CITY.
From a statement in the City Press, comprising the subjoined
particulars, there apparently prevails among the parishioners of
Christ Church, Newgate Street, a sad want of sense of their
parochial duties.
When King Henry the Eighth of gentle memory had founded
the Hospital of St. Bartholomew in place of the Monastery, “ from
immediately after” the issue of his humane Majesty’s Charter for
that purpose, “the Governors” of the new Hospital “commenced
litigation against their neighbours for tithe at the rate of two
shillings and ninepence in the pound, and some hundreds of persons
were proceeded against in various Courts, but in every case the
decision was that the inhabitants should pay their customary pay-
ments.” Hence it would seem that the Royal Charter contained
some clause unsuccessfully devised to raise the tithes they were ac-
customed to pay the Friars. Perhaps, then, the charitable Sovereign
who founded St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, in so doing also laid the
foundation of Sydney Smith’s famed apologue of the man whom an
affecting charity sermon moved to empty his neighbour’s pockets
into the plate.
The Fire of London having created a difficulty as to tithe-assess-
ment, the Governors, in 1670, went to Chancery to get it settled.
The Court “decided in every case that the customary payments
should be paid.” These “in no case approached two shillings and
ninepence in the pound.”
From the above date to the present “no variation in the pay-
ments has taken place.” But now at last the Governors of St.
Bartholomew’s Hospital are again attempting to put on the beneficent
screw. They “have filed a bill against some of the inhabitants,
demanding,” like their first predecessors, “tithe at the rate of two
shillings and ninepence in the pound on the gross assessment of
each property in the parish.”
And the mean and shabby inhabitants actually intend to contest
this demand, and have even voted a rate to produce £1500 for that
purpose. So little do those churls appreciate the benevolence which
has prompted a body of gentlemen, in order to support the Hospital
they preside over, to try and raise the tithes levied upon other
people !
The parsimonious wretches do not see how natural it is that, con-
sidering the general rise which has occurred in prices, and all other
expenses which they have to bear, benevolent gentlemen should
think it both right and timeous to raise their tithes as well.
Should the stingy owners and occupiers of property in Christ
Church, Newgate Street, succeed in their grudging resistance to an
attempt at bountiful exaction, the Governors of St. Bartholomew’s
may, however, confidently appeal on behalf of that noble Institution
to the liberal working classes. The support of Hospitals is
especially their affair. St. Bartholomew’s. Hospital is not a
parochial charity. The generous drink on which the London work-
people expend annually so many millions of money has, doubtless,
inspired the hard but open-handed sons of toil with generosity
enough to make them come forward with auy amount which a two-
and-ninepenny rate would, if it could have been enforced, have got
out of niggardly rate-payers.
Welcome, Little Monster!
Mr. John Bull is about to have another addition made to his
domestic happiness. Woolwich will shortly present him with
another Infant. The weight of the last-born Woolwich Infant was
thirty-five tons; the babe on the point of birth will weigh eighty-
one, and there is at present not a crane in the Arsenal strong enough
to lift it. These prodigious births are not ominous of the Millen-
nium. As yet there is no prospect of a time when Woolwich Infants
will be in case to be charged with violet-powder.