DOI issue:
September 4, 1875
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16941#0097
September 4, 1875.] PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
93
TRIPS FOR TRIPPERS.
Seasonable Hints for Vacation Voyageurs.
hebe are all sorts of Trips
^"^Sfelll^v^ from Ramsgate for Trip-
life pers. By rail, ,by road,
P^Sjf1**^ and by sea. You can be
tibly T like"Little Water Wag-
IhHw ^ tail," and " sit upon a
§Hylfl _^_==^====£___ rail," or you [can "put
Wkmi) -^^S^^^^^^" yourself up for sail," and
'^ ^AJ^^M^frmd^- £° ^or very; little,—that
^^^Sfe*^^^''' ^ is if you go on board
Ni^b^^^jI J^;i^5=p3^^ what is called '' a pleasure
yacht," at a shilling a
Wwajj^w^ head for two hours, in
^^^3Hk| which case you might be
C Ywk entered.in a catalogue as
IP among "an odd lot for
if Es / fl§ tne next saiL" Some
'fiWrul/^o Pe°Ple enjoy this sort of
" | thing per se, but, if you'll
I f ii i enjoy it more per land,
JvIm don't you go. Should you,
W> ^JrA nowever> feel you
^^vM are aborn ^ar>then,avast
^^J^j) heaving and step on board
the Saucy Emma, and
away, with a fair wind,
<=-"~^ to Deal, to the home of
Black Eye'd Susan, to the
scene of the true love of that able" seaman William, so hardly-
treated by that unable seaman Le Capitaine Crosstree, R.N., both
devoted to La Fille de Madame Hatley. Though, on reconsidera-
tion, it occurs to me that William was Mr. Hatley, and Susan
was no relation to the Hatleys—but the subject without a pedigree,
or a chart, or a bill of the play to refer to, is somewhat obscure.
If the sea does not take you, the train will.
En attendant, while making up your mind (the lightest luggage,
by the way, you can take with you), you can look round at
Ramsgate for the Pier, and wonder why, with all its advantages, it
is not to Margate what Dieppe is to Boulogne,—only that for us, it
should be rather Boulogneish than Dieppish in its opportunities of
amusement. Ramsgate has the advantage over Boulogne in being
what the Guide Books call "a salubrious spot,"—being, in fact,
about the salubriousest spot that ever we did see. No sea-side
place is without some sort of odour at some time or other of the
year, and at some particular rspot. Even Ramsgate may once and
away, with a south-easterly breeze, get a sniff of the mud in its
own harbour at low tide. But Boulogne, with regard to smells of
all descriptions, puts Cologne in the shade, the latter being unable
to hold a scent-bottle to Boulogne in this respect.
The Tripper to Boulogne will find the smells there so thick, that
he will be positively compelled to cut them—and that as quickly as
possible. In Boulogne the Tripper, who is following his nose, will
be perpetually obliged to stop it in the street.
Every sea-side place has its season and its seasoning, and tbe
French proverb may be adapted to the French watering-places, and
be read thus" Chacun a son eqout" At certain hours of the day
Boulogne is simply Covent Garden by the sea—only worse. In your
hotel, if on the Quai, you are not safe from the incursion of the
odour. A young lady Trippiste might at Boulogne complain to her
father of the'odour, and say with Hamlet, on YoricKs skull, " and
smells so ! Pa! "
Yet our compatriots who would turn up their noses at Ramsgate,
do not object to stand on a foreign shore, and " hold their own," and
even to hold their tongues on the subject afterwards. Indeed, they
seem to be attracted by the smells as bees are by the scents of
flowers. However, our beloved compatriots who, when abroad, can
make themselves so much at home, and who, when at home, are so
often all abroad, have but one use for their noses, and that is, to pay
through them. It is next door to impossible (we forget the number
and name of the street, but the foregoing direction will suffice) to
order rooms in Boulogne, as our countrymen would say, " ong
sweet." Go sweet yourself, and "sweets to the sweet" would be,
of course, superfluous.
By this time, if not by this tide, the Tripper will have determined
how he will go to Deal.
Much of the material for the "wooden walls of Old England " used
to be supplied by Deal.
Before arriving there, it will be as well to say that should you
find Deal not so warm as you had expected, you can go to a place
that is "Walmer.
Temperature is a matter for each individual traveller, as you can
soon make even the Arctic regions too hot to hold you.
Notice the coast. See the Flats of Deal. These flats have not
yet been taken in by anybody; and not having been taken in, they
are, strange to say, not let out; though when lodgings and hotels
are at fancy prices at Ramsgate, it would surely pay any enterprising
Company to let these out, advertising them as " Several airy Flats,
with considerable accommodation for large or small families, to be
Let, in the neighbourhood of Deal."
If you go by train, you won't see much of these ; but read this,
and " imagine the rest," as the lodger did when he was kept awake
by fl**s.
The Pedestrian will have 'a good time of it. Naturally it will
occur to him that, if hungry, he can walk into Sandwich.
He will also see, somewhere about here, the commencement of a
splendid building, probably another Aquarium, in these Aquaria-
maniacal days.
Apropos of aquaria, a Frenchman on a visit to a compatriot
residing in London, came suddenly upon the New "Winter Garden
and Aquarium in Westminster. He mistook it for a new Railway
Station, and exclaimed, "C"es£ magnifique! cette Gare!" His
friend corrected this wrong impression by his reply, " Oui, mon
cher, vous avez raison, 1 c'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la Gare.' "
En voiture, Messieurs, for Deal! Carthago est delenda ! which,
being translated, " Carthage was uncommonly like Deal."
Forwards! To Deal, to Dover, and then—
Over the Sea ! Over the Sea!
Let us away to the Stinkomalee !
Over the Sea! Over the Sea!
To Calais, and so to Boulogne!
Avoiding Folkestone, which is too full to be pleasant. Not that you
willmeet with the dregs of the people there, but you cannot help
coming across the Lees.
Au plaisir.
WEBB ACROSS THE WATER.
Come, now at last there's something new we've seen" beneath the
Sun;
A swim from England's shore to France, which Captain Webb has
done.
So kudos be to Captain Webb—and he '11 get it from the Queen,
As an ornament to his Country and the Mercantile Marine.
He stripped himself to his calecons—oi merino made, or flannel ?
He anointed his skin with 'porpoise-oil, and plunged into the
Channel.
And, whilst bystanders let their tongues in cheers uproarious loose,
Some fools cried, " What a duck of a man! " and others, " What a
goose! "
Hurrah for daring Captain Webb, that resolute Commander!
He has far outdone Lobd Btbon, Me. Ekenhead, and Leandeb.
As for Leandeb, now his fame must sink to nearly zero ;
For what is he compared with Webb—who's in himself a Hero ?
Leandeb was a Grecian youth, but Captain Webb's a Briton.
Our Webb is to Leandeb as a large cat to a kitten;
Or rather, since above all things a cat objects to water,
Leandeb is a water-rat to Webb, who is an otter.
Our Merchant Navy's mostly manned by men of this man's stuff ;
A man of might and valour, and endurance firm and tough.
When shipknackers, 0 Plimsoll, send seaworthy men like him
Afloat in unseaworthy ships, they need know how to swim I
Now, Jonathan, let Webb's exploit drive none of you too frantic,
So as to lead to more than talk of swimming the Atlantic.
You may cross it in a fragile barque—not to choose an A 1 clipper—
But 0, don't perish in the attempt to excel our doughty Skipper.
Dedicated to the British. Association.
" It occurred to a chemist of Pontresina to distil an essence from the Iou, a
little -white-starred flower, -with a delicate aromatic bitter. He named his
new liqueur after the plant it comes from, and it gained him a medal when
exhibited at the Paris Exhibition. "What is more, in our opinion the honour
was deserved, for the Iou 'sweet' or 'bitter' is equally to be recommended
as an appetiser, or a chasse."—Times, August 12—Article on " The Engadine."
No cleverer conjurer ever has been
Than this chemist who lives in the Engadine—
The Times has omitted to mention the name
Of a Swiss so deserving the chaplet of fame—
For what do you think he is able to do ?
Extract a liqueur from an I 0 TJI
93
TRIPS FOR TRIPPERS.
Seasonable Hints for Vacation Voyageurs.
hebe are all sorts of Trips
^"^Sfelll^v^ from Ramsgate for Trip-
life pers. By rail, ,by road,
P^Sjf1**^ and by sea. You can be
tibly T like"Little Water Wag-
IhHw ^ tail," and " sit upon a
§Hylfl _^_==^====£___ rail," or you [can "put
Wkmi) -^^S^^^^^^" yourself up for sail," and
'^ ^AJ^^M^frmd^- £° ^or very; little,—that
^^^Sfe*^^^''' ^ is if you go on board
Ni^b^^^jI J^;i^5=p3^^ what is called '' a pleasure
yacht," at a shilling a
Wwajj^w^ head for two hours, in
^^^3Hk| which case you might be
C Ywk entered.in a catalogue as
IP among "an odd lot for
if Es / fl§ tne next saiL" Some
'fiWrul/^o Pe°Ple enjoy this sort of
" | thing per se, but, if you'll
I f ii i enjoy it more per land,
JvIm don't you go. Should you,
W> ^JrA nowever> feel you
^^vM are aborn ^ar>then,avast
^^J^j) heaving and step on board
the Saucy Emma, and
away, with a fair wind,
<=-"~^ to Deal, to the home of
Black Eye'd Susan, to the
scene of the true love of that able" seaman William, so hardly-
treated by that unable seaman Le Capitaine Crosstree, R.N., both
devoted to La Fille de Madame Hatley. Though, on reconsidera-
tion, it occurs to me that William was Mr. Hatley, and Susan
was no relation to the Hatleys—but the subject without a pedigree,
or a chart, or a bill of the play to refer to, is somewhat obscure.
If the sea does not take you, the train will.
En attendant, while making up your mind (the lightest luggage,
by the way, you can take with you), you can look round at
Ramsgate for the Pier, and wonder why, with all its advantages, it
is not to Margate what Dieppe is to Boulogne,—only that for us, it
should be rather Boulogneish than Dieppish in its opportunities of
amusement. Ramsgate has the advantage over Boulogne in being
what the Guide Books call "a salubrious spot,"—being, in fact,
about the salubriousest spot that ever we did see. No sea-side
place is without some sort of odour at some time or other of the
year, and at some particular rspot. Even Ramsgate may once and
away, with a south-easterly breeze, get a sniff of the mud in its
own harbour at low tide. But Boulogne, with regard to smells of
all descriptions, puts Cologne in the shade, the latter being unable
to hold a scent-bottle to Boulogne in this respect.
The Tripper to Boulogne will find the smells there so thick, that
he will be positively compelled to cut them—and that as quickly as
possible. In Boulogne the Tripper, who is following his nose, will
be perpetually obliged to stop it in the street.
Every sea-side place has its season and its seasoning, and tbe
French proverb may be adapted to the French watering-places, and
be read thus" Chacun a son eqout" At certain hours of the day
Boulogne is simply Covent Garden by the sea—only worse. In your
hotel, if on the Quai, you are not safe from the incursion of the
odour. A young lady Trippiste might at Boulogne complain to her
father of the'odour, and say with Hamlet, on YoricKs skull, " and
smells so ! Pa! "
Yet our compatriots who would turn up their noses at Ramsgate,
do not object to stand on a foreign shore, and " hold their own," and
even to hold their tongues on the subject afterwards. Indeed, they
seem to be attracted by the smells as bees are by the scents of
flowers. However, our beloved compatriots who, when abroad, can
make themselves so much at home, and who, when at home, are so
often all abroad, have but one use for their noses, and that is, to pay
through them. It is next door to impossible (we forget the number
and name of the street, but the foregoing direction will suffice) to
order rooms in Boulogne, as our countrymen would say, " ong
sweet." Go sweet yourself, and "sweets to the sweet" would be,
of course, superfluous.
By this time, if not by this tide, the Tripper will have determined
how he will go to Deal.
Much of the material for the "wooden walls of Old England " used
to be supplied by Deal.
Before arriving there, it will be as well to say that should you
find Deal not so warm as you had expected, you can go to a place
that is "Walmer.
Temperature is a matter for each individual traveller, as you can
soon make even the Arctic regions too hot to hold you.
Notice the coast. See the Flats of Deal. These flats have not
yet been taken in by anybody; and not having been taken in, they
are, strange to say, not let out; though when lodgings and hotels
are at fancy prices at Ramsgate, it would surely pay any enterprising
Company to let these out, advertising them as " Several airy Flats,
with considerable accommodation for large or small families, to be
Let, in the neighbourhood of Deal."
If you go by train, you won't see much of these ; but read this,
and " imagine the rest," as the lodger did when he was kept awake
by fl**s.
The Pedestrian will have 'a good time of it. Naturally it will
occur to him that, if hungry, he can walk into Sandwich.
He will also see, somewhere about here, the commencement of a
splendid building, probably another Aquarium, in these Aquaria-
maniacal days.
Apropos of aquaria, a Frenchman on a visit to a compatriot
residing in London, came suddenly upon the New "Winter Garden
and Aquarium in Westminster. He mistook it for a new Railway
Station, and exclaimed, "C"es£ magnifique! cette Gare!" His
friend corrected this wrong impression by his reply, " Oui, mon
cher, vous avez raison, 1 c'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la Gare.' "
En voiture, Messieurs, for Deal! Carthago est delenda ! which,
being translated, " Carthage was uncommonly like Deal."
Forwards! To Deal, to Dover, and then—
Over the Sea ! Over the Sea!
Let us away to the Stinkomalee !
Over the Sea! Over the Sea!
To Calais, and so to Boulogne!
Avoiding Folkestone, which is too full to be pleasant. Not that you
willmeet with the dregs of the people there, but you cannot help
coming across the Lees.
Au plaisir.
WEBB ACROSS THE WATER.
Come, now at last there's something new we've seen" beneath the
Sun;
A swim from England's shore to France, which Captain Webb has
done.
So kudos be to Captain Webb—and he '11 get it from the Queen,
As an ornament to his Country and the Mercantile Marine.
He stripped himself to his calecons—oi merino made, or flannel ?
He anointed his skin with 'porpoise-oil, and plunged into the
Channel.
And, whilst bystanders let their tongues in cheers uproarious loose,
Some fools cried, " What a duck of a man! " and others, " What a
goose! "
Hurrah for daring Captain Webb, that resolute Commander!
He has far outdone Lobd Btbon, Me. Ekenhead, and Leandeb.
As for Leandeb, now his fame must sink to nearly zero ;
For what is he compared with Webb—who's in himself a Hero ?
Leandeb was a Grecian youth, but Captain Webb's a Briton.
Our Webb is to Leandeb as a large cat to a kitten;
Or rather, since above all things a cat objects to water,
Leandeb is a water-rat to Webb, who is an otter.
Our Merchant Navy's mostly manned by men of this man's stuff ;
A man of might and valour, and endurance firm and tough.
When shipknackers, 0 Plimsoll, send seaworthy men like him
Afloat in unseaworthy ships, they need know how to swim I
Now, Jonathan, let Webb's exploit drive none of you too frantic,
So as to lead to more than talk of swimming the Atlantic.
You may cross it in a fragile barque—not to choose an A 1 clipper—
But 0, don't perish in the attempt to excel our doughty Skipper.
Dedicated to the British. Association.
" It occurred to a chemist of Pontresina to distil an essence from the Iou, a
little -white-starred flower, -with a delicate aromatic bitter. He named his
new liqueur after the plant it comes from, and it gained him a medal when
exhibited at the Paris Exhibition. "What is more, in our opinion the honour
was deserved, for the Iou 'sweet' or 'bitter' is equally to be recommended
as an appetiser, or a chasse."—Times, August 12—Article on " The Engadine."
No cleverer conjurer ever has been
Than this chemist who lives in the Engadine—
The Times has omitted to mention the name
Of a Swiss so deserving the chaplet of fame—
For what do you think he is able to do ?
Extract a liqueur from an I 0 TJI