Punch (76.1879)

May 17, 1879.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 217

THE MAY QUEEN SITS CORRECTED.

(With the Clerk of the Weather's Compliments to the Poet Laureate.)

hey must wrap and cloak me
warmly, cloak me warmly,
Mother dear,
For to-morrow is the iciest day

of all the sad new year;
Of all the sad new year, Mother,

the snowiest, hlowiest day—
And I'm to be Queen of the May,
Mother, I'm to be Queen of
the May.

Spirited Foreign Policy.

Query — Could Mr. Glad-
stone's Government, or any
Government that ever was, put
up with a more contemptuous
and complete snubbing1 from the
Khedive than Lord Beacons-
eield's has done ? Que diable
allaient - Us faire dans cette
galere, if they meant to allow
themselves thus quietly and unresistingly to be thrown overboard ?

THE TOIJE OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY.
Second Visit.

Visitors personally conducted by our Own Guide, Counsellor, and

Familiar Friend.

No. 64. Portrait of an English Gentleman, who is going to write
to the Times to complain about the confounded East wind. He is
holding a rough draft of the letter. Expression admirable. W. W.
Ouless, A.

No. 102. Esther. Edwin Long, A.

One hundred and two.
0 Esther, for you
Who'd not be a Jew ?

Ajew, Esther !—no, au revoir !

No. 124. Adversity. James Sant, R.A. Adversity! Pooh! not
a bit of it! Only made up for the part. Look at the light in her
laughing eye. Just the sort of Beggar Maid that a King might do
worse than fall in love with. A regular Slyboots, who knows that
pity is akin to love.

No. 152. Freedom and Imprisonment. J. S. Noble. Hounds in
kennel, and Huntsman outside.

"Oh," said a Lady, standing by me, "look at this picture of
Poyntees! "

Politely I explained to her, her very natural mistake.
"•Hounds, Ma'am," — which is better than the old-fashioned
"Zounds, Ma'am! "—" not pointers."

Galleey III.

No. 173. Interviewing^ the Member. Eeskine Nicoe, A. The
Artist may give it this title, but it is really an unreported incident
in the life of the Emperor Louis Napoleon, who is here represented
in our national hunting-dress—pink and tops—trying to induce some
Irish peasants to accept him as their countryman. They are strain-
ing their ears to hear how he pronounces " Arrah ! " and " Bedad ! "
They evidently don't believe him.

No. 188. Sir F. Leighton, P.R.A. Do not refer to the Catalogue
to see

"What P.R.A.
Meant to convey,

but examine the picture. Here is an angelic creature, or a genie, of
French extraction, who has rubbed her wings against a rainbow, and
taken off some of the colour, using her finger as the stopper to a
green bottle^ while she regards an athlete writhing in agonies at her
side, with pitying but somewhat puzzled expression, as though she
were saying to herself, "He has had half the bottle; it didn't
agree with him. Will the rest keep till to-morrow, if I cork it up ? "

Now refer to the Catalogue, and prepare for a pleasant surprise.

No. 214. The Right Honourable W. E. Gladstone, M.P. John
Eveeett Millais, R.A. Brayvo, J. E. M. ! But where was your
motto for this first-rate portrait ? It should have been " Resigna-
tion."

While Resignation gently slopes the way
And all his prospects brightening to the last,
He '11 be in power ere next three years are past.

Grossmith's Deserted Greenwich.

No. 245. Ripening Su?ibea?ns. Vicat Cole, A. Charming
subject to treat, and charmingly treated. Let me suggest a few
others of a kindred nature, such as, e. g., Ripening Cucumbers,
Forcing Strawberries, Earthing Celery, Cutting Teeth, &c, &c.
Observe the ripening Sunbeams in the foreground !

No. 254. Major Le Gendre Starkie of Huntroyde. Jas. Sant, R.A.
Looks more Staringy than Starkie. Evidently Le Gendee is saying
to his belle-mere, Oh, ya-as—aw—ya'as—don'tcherknow ? " &c.

No. 274. Portrait of a Lady. J. E. Millais, R.A. Give it a
name, Sir. I will. Call it Chloe.

"Better be off with the old Chloe, before you are on with the new."—
Jeremy Taylor.

Of course this is the New Chloe.

No. 310. An Interesting Story. Portraits of Mrs. William
Aebuthnot and Family. James Aechee. The work of an Archer
who can draw belles as well as bows. But his title should have been
Not in these Boots. Look at the central object in the picture, the
little Girl's bronzed leather boots. The sweet child, who has been
compelled to wear them, is looking up imploringly at her mother,
evidently wondering why on earth she should have been made to get
herself up like this, " when it isn't Sunday, you know, Mamma?"
Perhaps Mamma is reading aloud Puss in Roots, which they've all
heard before.

No. 331. The Laurel Walk. H. T. Wells, R.A. Now, Mr.Wells,
look to your Laurels.

No. 374. Ry the Seaside. Portraits. William F. Yeames, R.A.
Three boys by the sea—not the size of life-buoys by the sea—with a
Lady and a baby all sitting on the top of a walking-stick-stand, on
the sea-shore. It might have been called Harbour Dues, or Sea-
port-rates.

No. 369. Portrait of a Gentleman in Disguise. Dewey Bates.
Dewey Bates ? Who gave him that name ? His fairy Godmother
must have been some Dewy Eve. The name of the "Gentleman
in Disguise " will be found in the Catalogue. Observe the pipe in
his hand. It wants colouring.

No. 396. Enid and Geraint. H. M. Paget. " He would dine out
last night with a bachelor party at some City tavern ! " sighed his
patient wife Enid, as she sat next day by his bed-side. "And
what a headache he has got, poor fellow ! But it serves him right.
It's a lesson that'll do him good."

No. 402. Nellie, daughter of Akthue Bass, Esq., M.P. Jas.
Sant, R.A. Charming, rosy-cheeked little girl, anything but
" Bass's Pale"—though, I'm afraid, those four apples will be too
much for her. " What ho ! Apothecary! "

No. 403. The Return of the Victors. Sir John Gileeet, R.A.
The Return of Thee, Victor, Sir John ! Here we are again!

Happy and glorious,
Merry, uproarious !

This is what " The Wearing of the Green " was in the olden time.
Here's a motto :—

" Sir John. Fear no colours ! "

Henry IV., Act v., sc. 5.

No. 404. Companions. F. S. Walkee. With verdure clad, or
Greens to the Green, superfluous.

" And wheresoe'er we go, like June's twin peas,
So we are coloured and insufferable."

As You Don't Like It, Act i., sc. 2.

No. 409. The Roum-i-Sultana. Val C. Peinsep, A. A very
Rummy Sultana—as she's a delicate-skinned European. She is
lying helplessly in a Red Room—the Red Roum-i-Sultana—while
a brown slave is kneeling before her with a feather fan. Evidently
" jolly hot," and thermometer up to 180°.

Says the Roum-i-Sultana, " In this here weather,
My girl, you might knock me down with a feather."
Which the girl did—there—you see them together.

No. 422. Study of H.H. Sujjan Sing, Maharana of Oodeypore.
Val. C. Peinsep, A. A Brown Study, of course Capital picture
of Sujjana Sing. But I don't think much of his study, which is
evidently most faithfully represented. There's only a carpet on the
wall, another on the lloor, and a very uneasy chair—no writing-
table, and no books! I don't call this "a study." While rapt ia
his brown study, he is sawing off one of his fingers with his scabbar 1.

No. 451. Rev. R. R. Chope, 31.A., Vicar of St. Augustine's,
Queen's Gate. Aethue S. Cope. Portrait of a Clergyman dressed
for some Fancy Ecclesiastical Ball. He wears a Gothic surplice, a
highly ornamented stole, a Master of Arts (Oxford) hood, and the
beard of an Archimandrite. Quite first Chope !

" What Artist shall paint me

In vestments?" cried Chope.
" No better investment

Than getting A. Cope."

Mixed Occupations.—Those of the Members of the Legion of Honour.

vol. lxxvi.

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