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January 31, 1880
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January 31, 1880.] PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
THE MODERN MAZEPPA.
NEW TITLES FOR MR. PUNCH’S
DUMMY BOOK-SHELF.
The True Function of the Dura Mater.
By Mrs. Byrche Rodd.
Flora of the Islands. By Charles Ed-
ward Stuart.
On the Incubation of Rabbits. By an
Inhabitant of Co’ny Hatch.
On the Preservation of Unstable Equili-
brium. By Professor Blondest.
New Ethnographical Studies from Zulu-
land. By Sir Thomas Whetham. With
Illustrations by Alderman Nottage.
A Run on the High Sea. By Signor
Mario.
Mountain Gorges; or, My Pic-nics
j among the Alps. By an Alderman.
Analysis of English Metres. By the
j Chairman of the Chartered Gras Company.
IIow I Came to be Landed on the Nasal
Promontory. By Commander Bendigo.
“ Alone upon the Watch.” Dedicated to
My Uncle. By Orfley Hardur.
M.S. Opera, “ The Watering Pot of Cast
Iron.” A Companion to “ The Rose of
Castile.” By Yakoob Ivhan.
In the Right Place.
With Charles in the Chamber of Horrors,
And Tract’s wreath upon show,
Who dares say Peace with Honour
Is not found chez Madame Tussaud ?
TOUCHING THRIFT.
“ Magnum vectigal est parsimonia,” says the copyhead—which
the Lord Mayor, following Lord Derby’s lead, has been setting to
his lieges of London, by presiding over a Conference of the Thrift
Society, at the Mansion House, on the 27th ult.
What the Thrift Society may have done, or be doing, Punch is, he
blushes to say, ignorant. All he knows is that like most societies,
it has been, asking for money—its list of Vice-Presidents being
followed by a notice, to which he gladly gives his publicity:—
“That funds to carry on and develop the work of the National Thrift
Society are much needed, and will be thankfully received by the Treasurer or
Secretary, at the London Offices, 14, Finsbury Circus, E.C.”
Any sowing of the seed of Thrift in the very nursery-ground of
Mammon, which we take the City to be, ought to be of good omen.
Thrift is an old-fashioned plant, which of late has not been supposed
to flourish, as of old, along with London Pride.
Let us hope the two growths will henceforth blossom side by side.
The Conference Programme included a paper, or speech—why
not save pen and ink by the use of tongue P—by Professor Leone
Levi on,“ the Margin for Saving.” Suppose the Professor had fol-
lowed it up by a song:—
Air—“ On the Margin of Zurich's fair waters
On the margin for saving ’s my quarters,
In a garden with “ thrift ” planted gay,
Where my lectures will teach wives and daughters
To make their pounds go the most way.
The pence if they ’ll prudently spare,
The pounds of themselves will take care—
Oh, list to me, Ladies, I pray—
If a margin for saving you ’d lay—
That’s the way!
Then Mr. Blanchard Jerrold discpursed on “ Thrift amongst the
French Peasantry.” Among our own clodhoppers, with 14s. a week
to find husband, wife, and family in clothes and shelter, food and
nre, there does not seem to be a wide margin for the cultivation of
thrift, but something, no doubt, could be done, above all by more
knowledge how to make money go farthest in food, for which Eng-
land looks to South Kensington and Mr. Buckmaster. Why did
not he figure among the “ Thrift ” Lecturers as the representative
of the thrift of good cookery, by the side of Dr. Richardson, as the
teacher of thrift in drink. What branch of thrift Cardinal Man-
ning represented we know not. At all events, thrift deserves to be,
u it is not, a cardinal virtue.
Instead of a contribution in cash, Punch offers the Society a few
oi his own ideas on the subject of Thrift.
Cash is the good fairy of the story of life; credit the ogre, the
wicked giant that swallows up everybody and everything.
ihe guinea is a stupid anachronism.
Of all modern discoveries the most valuable is the florin : it defies
arithmetic, both mental and physical, to calculate the immense
saving that has accrued from the substitution of this coin for the
half-crown. The superiority of the threepenny over the fourpenny-
piece must be obvious to the meanest capacity.
A penny saved (in a Penny Bank) is a penny gained._
When you come home from your office or counting-house or
chambers, put on an old coat, and so be at once comfortable and
thrifty.
Never call a cab if you can catch an omnibus; never ride in either
if you can walk.
Neglect not the diurnal pin.
Emulate “paper-sparing” Pope: turn used envelopes inside out;
tear off and turn to account blank pages of notes received.
Never be idle : even when you sit over the fire, employ yourself
usefully in picking up the cinders.
One of our old poets speaks, deprecatingly, of “ wasting in
despair ; ” do not you waste in any mood or state of mind.
Take care of the pence, and the halfpence too.
Homage to the family joint!
Sternly discountenance all j eers and j ibes at that excellent dish—
cold mutton.
Familiarise your children early with such terms as “ ready
money,” “cash payments,” “discount,” “economy,” “income,”
and “ expenditure.”
Read to them, as a great treat, narratives of poor boys coming to
London with half-a-crown in their pocket and retiring from busi-
ness worth half a million.
When you take your young folks out for a walk, let it have as its
“objective,” a Savings Bank, a Provident Institution, or a-Self-
Supporting Dispensary. Point these buildings out with the appro-
priate moral.
Think twice, nay thrice, before you change a sovereign.
Do you wash at home? If you can answer “Yes,” you may
with propriety attend a “Thrift Conference.” Are you bright,
cheerful, and good-tempered on each recurrence of this fixture in
the domestic calendar? Are you more than resigned to cold meat—
do you like it ? If so, you are ex-officio entitled to move a resolution.
Do not deny yourself rational amusement. Resort to the national
museums and galleries on those days when they are open free, enjoy
the public parks and monuments, gaze into the shop windows, and
increase your acquaintance with the drama and music whenever you
can get admissions for nothing.
Whether you vegetate on a pound a week or are burdened with fifty
thousand a year, whether your garden is the size of a billiard-table,
or as roomy as a small park—let your borders be set thick with
Thrift—Thrift—nothing but Thrift.
Lord Beaconsfield’s Fancy—“Peace with Honour.” Mr. Glad-
stone’s—“ Peace, with Homer.”
THE MODERN MAZEPPA.
NEW TITLES FOR MR. PUNCH’S
DUMMY BOOK-SHELF.
The True Function of the Dura Mater.
By Mrs. Byrche Rodd.
Flora of the Islands. By Charles Ed-
ward Stuart.
On the Incubation of Rabbits. By an
Inhabitant of Co’ny Hatch.
On the Preservation of Unstable Equili-
brium. By Professor Blondest.
New Ethnographical Studies from Zulu-
land. By Sir Thomas Whetham. With
Illustrations by Alderman Nottage.
A Run on the High Sea. By Signor
Mario.
Mountain Gorges; or, My Pic-nics
j among the Alps. By an Alderman.
Analysis of English Metres. By the
j Chairman of the Chartered Gras Company.
IIow I Came to be Landed on the Nasal
Promontory. By Commander Bendigo.
“ Alone upon the Watch.” Dedicated to
My Uncle. By Orfley Hardur.
M.S. Opera, “ The Watering Pot of Cast
Iron.” A Companion to “ The Rose of
Castile.” By Yakoob Ivhan.
In the Right Place.
With Charles in the Chamber of Horrors,
And Tract’s wreath upon show,
Who dares say Peace with Honour
Is not found chez Madame Tussaud ?
TOUCHING THRIFT.
“ Magnum vectigal est parsimonia,” says the copyhead—which
the Lord Mayor, following Lord Derby’s lead, has been setting to
his lieges of London, by presiding over a Conference of the Thrift
Society, at the Mansion House, on the 27th ult.
What the Thrift Society may have done, or be doing, Punch is, he
blushes to say, ignorant. All he knows is that like most societies,
it has been, asking for money—its list of Vice-Presidents being
followed by a notice, to which he gladly gives his publicity:—
“That funds to carry on and develop the work of the National Thrift
Society are much needed, and will be thankfully received by the Treasurer or
Secretary, at the London Offices, 14, Finsbury Circus, E.C.”
Any sowing of the seed of Thrift in the very nursery-ground of
Mammon, which we take the City to be, ought to be of good omen.
Thrift is an old-fashioned plant, which of late has not been supposed
to flourish, as of old, along with London Pride.
Let us hope the two growths will henceforth blossom side by side.
The Conference Programme included a paper, or speech—why
not save pen and ink by the use of tongue P—by Professor Leone
Levi on,“ the Margin for Saving.” Suppose the Professor had fol-
lowed it up by a song:—
Air—“ On the Margin of Zurich's fair waters
On the margin for saving ’s my quarters,
In a garden with “ thrift ” planted gay,
Where my lectures will teach wives and daughters
To make their pounds go the most way.
The pence if they ’ll prudently spare,
The pounds of themselves will take care—
Oh, list to me, Ladies, I pray—
If a margin for saving you ’d lay—
That’s the way!
Then Mr. Blanchard Jerrold discpursed on “ Thrift amongst the
French Peasantry.” Among our own clodhoppers, with 14s. a week
to find husband, wife, and family in clothes and shelter, food and
nre, there does not seem to be a wide margin for the cultivation of
thrift, but something, no doubt, could be done, above all by more
knowledge how to make money go farthest in food, for which Eng-
land looks to South Kensington and Mr. Buckmaster. Why did
not he figure among the “ Thrift ” Lecturers as the representative
of the thrift of good cookery, by the side of Dr. Richardson, as the
teacher of thrift in drink. What branch of thrift Cardinal Man-
ning represented we know not. At all events, thrift deserves to be,
u it is not, a cardinal virtue.
Instead of a contribution in cash, Punch offers the Society a few
oi his own ideas on the subject of Thrift.
Cash is the good fairy of the story of life; credit the ogre, the
wicked giant that swallows up everybody and everything.
ihe guinea is a stupid anachronism.
Of all modern discoveries the most valuable is the florin : it defies
arithmetic, both mental and physical, to calculate the immense
saving that has accrued from the substitution of this coin for the
half-crown. The superiority of the threepenny over the fourpenny-
piece must be obvious to the meanest capacity.
A penny saved (in a Penny Bank) is a penny gained._
When you come home from your office or counting-house or
chambers, put on an old coat, and so be at once comfortable and
thrifty.
Never call a cab if you can catch an omnibus; never ride in either
if you can walk.
Neglect not the diurnal pin.
Emulate “paper-sparing” Pope: turn used envelopes inside out;
tear off and turn to account blank pages of notes received.
Never be idle : even when you sit over the fire, employ yourself
usefully in picking up the cinders.
One of our old poets speaks, deprecatingly, of “ wasting in
despair ; ” do not you waste in any mood or state of mind.
Take care of the pence, and the halfpence too.
Homage to the family joint!
Sternly discountenance all j eers and j ibes at that excellent dish—
cold mutton.
Familiarise your children early with such terms as “ ready
money,” “cash payments,” “discount,” “economy,” “income,”
and “ expenditure.”
Read to them, as a great treat, narratives of poor boys coming to
London with half-a-crown in their pocket and retiring from busi-
ness worth half a million.
When you take your young folks out for a walk, let it have as its
“objective,” a Savings Bank, a Provident Institution, or a-Self-
Supporting Dispensary. Point these buildings out with the appro-
priate moral.
Think twice, nay thrice, before you change a sovereign.
Do you wash at home? If you can answer “Yes,” you may
with propriety attend a “Thrift Conference.” Are you bright,
cheerful, and good-tempered on each recurrence of this fixture in
the domestic calendar? Are you more than resigned to cold meat—
do you like it ? If so, you are ex-officio entitled to move a resolution.
Do not deny yourself rational amusement. Resort to the national
museums and galleries on those days when they are open free, enjoy
the public parks and monuments, gaze into the shop windows, and
increase your acquaintance with the drama and music whenever you
can get admissions for nothing.
Whether you vegetate on a pound a week or are burdened with fifty
thousand a year, whether your garden is the size of a billiard-table,
or as roomy as a small park—let your borders be set thick with
Thrift—Thrift—nothing but Thrift.
Lord Beaconsfield’s Fancy—“Peace with Honour.” Mr. Glad-
stone’s—“ Peace, with Homer.”