Punch (71.1876)

208 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 11, 1876.

UNDER TORTURE.

We know what it was in the times of the Inquisition in the West to be "Put to the Question," but that was nothing

to being put to the " eastern question1' nowadays at dinner ! !

of the piece bring in a little Hare, shot, was rather against Court
etiquette—wasn't it, my brothers, my first Rowe, and second Rowe?

By the bye, I have seen the sliding roof at the Canterbury Hall.
Me. Yillars, the energetic rjroprietor, appeared twice on the stage
to announce the sliding back, and then again the back-sliding. It
was a very moving sight. This new place of entertainment is well
worth seeing, specially for those who enjoy Ballet. Mlle. Pitteri—
or Pit-tiery, as the groundlings will call her—is premiere danseuse,
and the coryphees set off Mr. Alfred Thompson's costumes to the very
best advantage. There is a wonderful Looking Glass Illusion as you
enter, and cool grots wherein to sup. The Hall was crowded, as
some rumour had got about that the Primate of All England (which
sounds like a set of cricketers) was coming to visit the Canterbury.
Of course it was a canard sauvage, but, Sir? Your Representa-
tive had a real treat on the night of his visit to the Prince of
Wales's, for there he saw in a stage box Lord Beaconsfield and
his party ! Fancy what a size the box must have been !

I remain, Sir, as usual,

Your Representative.

P.S.—To-night I don't know where you would like to be repre-
sented. I am divided between Jane Shore and The Battle of
Waterloo. Mr. Wills is not the author of the ballad, " My Pretty
Jane, My Pretty Jane, Oh Never Look so Shy," which does not
apply to Jane Shore. It would not be a bad advertisement, " My
Pretty Jane (Shore)," &c, then, " Meet Me, Meet Me in the Even-
ing," when the doors are open at seven o'clock precisely, and orders
not admitted after half-past. How would that do for Wills's
mixture ?

Hot Water is to be produced at the Criterion. Crowded houses
cannot be expected, for no one yet ever found any difficulty in get-
ting in to hot water.

Crinoline may be " out," but our shins are painfully aware that
Hoops are " in."

MOUNT PUNCH.

Mr. PuNcn is, with reason, proud of his name, but never was so
proud of it as now that British heroism and enterprise have joined
to affix it to a mountain on the edge of that ice-world from which
even British pluck has turned back baffled. He has just received
from Portsmouth this flattering communication :—

Sir, Portsmouth, November Mh, 1876.

We have the honour to inform you, for communication to your Con-
tributors, that in consideration of your world-famous services to the cause of
wholesome mirth, innocent laughter, and general good-fellowship, to which
all Arctic Voyagers are so deeply indebted for the spirit that alone enables them
to resist the cold and darkness of a six months' night, and all the other hard-
ships of Arctic enterprise, we have unanimously agreed to give the honoured
name of Mr. Punch to one of the principal mountains to the northward of
Mount Hall. This mountain is the first on whose face, for two days before
we saw the sun, we observed the warm glow that foretold the coming spring
time, and seemed to us like a greeting from our Southern home.
We have the honour to be, Sir, your obedient servants,

The Officers and Men of the Arctic Expedition
{On hoard the " Alert" and " Discovery ").

To the Editor of Punch.

LA PIETA DI PIO.

The Pope the other day, in the spirit of forgiveness, was pleased
to sing a Requiem for the souls of all his enemies, who, whilst
living, were chiefly instrumental in depriving him of his temporal
power. These included not only Napoleon the Thlrd, who, to the
best of his ability, had befriended His Holiness in keeping the
Italians out of Rome, but comprised also Count Cavour, by whom
as much as possible had been done to despoil him of his dominions.
The list of his defunct enemies comprehended others supposed to
have incurred the "greater excommunication," and among them
Mazzlni, who whilst riving was, one would think, a sheep as far
astray from the Papal fold as even the Archbishop of Canterbury.
I Not only, then, whilst there is life there is hope for heretics and