Punch (68.1875)

JUNE 26, 1875.1 PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 279

AN EARLY BIRD.

London Swell {to County Belle). “ ’Nbvar see you in the Wow ! Where, and when do you Wide ?”
Lady. “ Hampstead Heath—Seven in the Morning.”

All round a less sturdy resistance is made to as desperate attacking,

As e’er charged through Quatrebras’ rye, or up Waterloo’s shot-
furrowed ridge,

’Tis the charge that those gallant Scots Greys, the Macs, on the sixty
are “maeking”

Who defend the Academy-pale as Horatius defended the bridge.

There’8 Macallum, MacWhirter, Macgregor, Macbeth, and
Macnab and Macnee,

Macdonald, Mactaggart, Maclarbn, Maes of each clan and
tartan and blood ;

For bye Scots, though not Macs, of one mak’ with the Macs of their
kindred that be,

Grahame, Docharty, Smart, Colin Hunter, all sons of mist,
mountain, and flood!

Vestigia nulla retrorsum, gregarious and grey and grim fellows,

From the spate, and the strath, and the shieling, they gather, the
line bent to win :

On the Royal Academy road—there’s in Art a road Royal, they tell us—

Macs of all Adam’s sons pressing most, with Macadam the pave-
ments begin!

But not only those sons of the mist, the Scots Greys, charge the
R. A.’s in square,

On their front and their flank, against face and rear-rank
fierce outsiders level their point:

The line they are breaking, and, wider way making, bring pencil
and crayon to bear

On the staggered R. A.’s, put by Northern arrays of swarming
Scots Greys out of joint.

There’s Tadema., Long, and the Moores, Boughton, Archer, and
Morgan, and Boehm,

Marcus Stone and Val. Prinsep and Story, and Brett, and the
Lennells, and Pares,

A. Hunt, and G. Sant, and J. Raven, and Ouless, and—grant
elbow-room!—

Eyre Crowe, and H. Wallis, and Wyneield—outsiders whose
claims are no jokes.

There’s Laurence in crayons unrivalled, and Sandys, of draughts-
men a chief;

Briton Riviere, who ’twixt man and brute shows the likeness
that proves kith and kin ;

Heywood Hardy, who e’en in a fight with two lions has not come
to grief;

And the Young Guard, with Herkomer, Fildes, esquires their
spurs keen to win.

Still the best for the last I have left, the brigade of the Ladies, to
sing— . .

With a French Henrlette, and an English, in Browne and m
Ward, to the fore,

What occasion to dwell on their roll-call, to hook their past
triumphs to bring ?

With a Starr shining close to a Thompson ; two Mutries—
what need to tell more ?

But if mild Mary Moser of old, and Angelica Eauefmann the
fair,

Broke down the Academy pale, and their place in the forty made
good,

What once working women have dared, why should not working
women yet dare,

And these write R. A. to their names, though not Teuton but
British in blood ?

Tree and Fruit.

The Times computes the collections made on Hospital Sunday
“ to have been much less than they were last year, while those again
were lower than in the year before.” That is, so far as we can
judge at present.” Additional returns of receipts will of course
exhibit no falling off, but an enormous increase. Surely no other
effect can possibly have resulted from the grand Revival which
London has just passed through, with all the preaching and singing
got up and supported by contributions amounting to no end of
money.