Punch: Punch (70.1876)

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARL

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INTELLECTUAL EPICURES.

Steeped in aesthetic Culture, axd surrounded by artistic Betsy Waring (who goes out a-charing) and is a Martyr to Rlieum-
Wall-papers, Blue China, Japanese Fans, Medieval Snuff- atics {what comes o' damp attics), expresses similar views, la her own
Boxes, and his favourite Periodicals of the Eighteenth : words;— "I've often heard Rumours

Century, the dilettante De Tomkyns complacently boasts
that he never reads a Newspaper, and that the Events of
the outer World possess no Interest for him whatever.

Of Wars and Contumours,
Sea-Sarpixts, and Comics as lights up the Sky;
Steam-Hingins a-bustix',
And Banks as Folks trust in,
But they don't never fret a old 'Ooman like I ! "

and then. I mark when and where the shots tell. On one Sunday,
after the sermon, I recovered three rupees that had been oiving me
for a month ! It reminded me of the absconding clerk and the
Ticket-of-Leave at the Olympic. Truly the Pulpit is a most valu-
able adjunct to the Stage—or vice versa. The Reverend Cent is
holloaing for me now—so adoo. I am also jusqv? aux yeux in diffi-

NOTICE.—I request that all communications to me through the Post-
office be addressed as under :—

G. W. MANNING, P. P.,

St. Petroc Minor, St. Issey,

Cornwall.

Correspondents -who prefix to my name the now desecrated epithet of " The

culties as to our programme for the grand processional entry into ! Reverend," will please not be offended if I reject their letters, &c.
Agra. The fact is, nothing would so impress the native swells here G. W. MANNING

so greatly as a regular Circus Triumphal Entry, with my Royal

Friend in uniform driving a van drawn by sixteen horses, a brass
band behind him, plenty of drum, lots of spangles, a Courrier of
St. Petersburgh, and the _Shakspearian Jester on a Donkey. If I
can get it up,T will. Believe me, now and ever,

Your Truthful Representative
{in India).

THE DESECRATED REVEREND !

" Farewell, farewell to thee, title of ' Reverend!' "
Thus warbled a Rector on Cornwall's bleak shore—■

'' My scorn of that desecrate prefix shall never end :
The ' P. P.' of St. Petroc is ' Reverend' no more! "

A Street-boy, wishing to insult an Elderly Gentleman, chalks up
on his gatepost, " Old Brown is an ass ! " But Old Brown rarely
writes himself down an ass d la Dogberry. But what should we say
if Brown, instead of merely writing himself down an ass, were to
advertise himself as one ? Then what are we to make of the following
extract from a Plymouth journal:—

Can any Clergyman of the Church of England be so_ inflated by
self-esteem without self-respect, so destitute of dignity, charity,
common-sense and taste, so devoid of all perception of absurdity,
as to be conceived capable of penning this notice ? It must be "a
thing devised by the enemy"—the fling of hostile and unscrupulous
Sectarians. Perhaps they will next advertise Mr. Manning as
renouncing the clerical black and white tie because Wesleyan
Ministers wear them, and adopting coloured clothes and a bird's-
eye fogle instead.
"It may be that the letters " P. P." are insidiously intended to be
taken for " Parish Priest," so making out the namesake of Cardinal
Manning a Ritualist aping the style of his Eminence's Priest-
hood. Suppose a Popish Priest were to publish a request that
nobody should subjoin to his name the letters "P. P.," now dese-
crated in their permitted assumption by a Protestant heretic ?
Would you not consider him as great an ass as a Church of England
Clergyman renouncing the title of " Reverend " because it has been
decided by the Court of Appeal that it may legally be carved on
the gravestone of a Wesleyan preacher ?

Shakspearian Motto (hp an unhappy Investor in the Credit and
Co-operative Bank).—" Hang up our Banner on the outer walls.'