DOI Heft:
April 24, 1880
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17763#0187
ELECTIONEERING CAUSE AND EFFECT.
Scene—At foot of hill leading to the Castle, on road from Railway Station. Sudden stoppage of Carriage.
Noble Owner. “AYell, Martin, what’s the matter?”
Coachman. “ AYhy, you see, Sir, just of late the ’Osses has got so used to the Men from the Pits waiting to take
THEM OUT, AND DRAG US UP THE H[LL, THAT I CAN’T GET THEM TO GO ON NOHOW, SlR !”
COMFORT AND COUNSEL.
(From the P. M. G.)
Mr friends, ’twere the saddest of pities
If you couldn’t pluck hope out of worry,
From Loudon’s and Westminster’s cities,
Kent, Middlesex, Essex, and Surrey !
True, in this gum you reckon twice over
The votes City-premises give,
And the County votes, where in the clover
Of villadom, City swells live.
But that’s a detail, like the scandal
That money-bags need not hold brains,
Though the Rads by the help of that handle
Pump mud on Conservative gains.
More intelligence, wisdom, wealth, knowledge,
Will be found in that area clustered,
Than in all England else—city, college,
Port, centre of industry—mustered.
This truth the Election shows clearest,
That of all England’s cherished monopolies
Conservative faith is the dearest,
And the stronghold of that’s the Metropolis.
Lambeth, Marylebone, Chelsea—that silly place !—
Southwark, "Finsb’ry, Tower Hamlets, may claim,
Loosely speaking, in London to fill a place,
But, we all know, ’tis only in name.
Our Party’s profound foreign policy
Is in London upheld just as far
As wisdom and wit beyond folly see,
And as wise writers foolish ones bar.
Out of high-cultured Intellect’s focus.
Where stump-orator’s froth has had sway,
Gladstone’s chatter and Chamberlain’s caucus
May have won, for an instant, the day;
But that’s a mere craze of the moment—
’Twill pass like a mist of the morn,
With its gains, not for substance but show meant,
And its Leader, that butt of our scorn !
Then up, in the name of the City,
To your Beaconsfield, Jingoes, be true !
Take a hint from your foes—’tis a pity
If we can’t breed stump-speakers too.
“ The Mew Dictatorship.”
Such is the title of a scathing article, in which the. Post-
mortem Gazette pours out its scorn on the silly believers in Mr.
Gladstone, whose “ pros and cons," we are told, resolve, them-
selves into one simple question, “ Whence and how is Mr.
Gladstone to exercise the Dictatorship which the ‘Yoice of the
People ’ has conferred upon him ? ”
“Dictator for Dictator,” the Yoice of the Country might reply ;
“ better Mr. Gladstone than Lord Beaconsfield.”
Punch takes leave to ask, if Mr. Gladstone threatens to over-
shadow his Liberal colleagues, how was it with Lord Beaconsfield
and his Conservative Cabinet ?
a problem.
To correct the “ time of day ” by the meridian of Greenwich, for
that by the length and breadth of the United Kingdom.
An Embarras be Piceesses.—The Liberal Gains,
Scene—At foot of hill leading to the Castle, on road from Railway Station. Sudden stoppage of Carriage.
Noble Owner. “AYell, Martin, what’s the matter?”
Coachman. “ AYhy, you see, Sir, just of late the ’Osses has got so used to the Men from the Pits waiting to take
THEM OUT, AND DRAG US UP THE H[LL, THAT I CAN’T GET THEM TO GO ON NOHOW, SlR !”
COMFORT AND COUNSEL.
(From the P. M. G.)
Mr friends, ’twere the saddest of pities
If you couldn’t pluck hope out of worry,
From Loudon’s and Westminster’s cities,
Kent, Middlesex, Essex, and Surrey !
True, in this gum you reckon twice over
The votes City-premises give,
And the County votes, where in the clover
Of villadom, City swells live.
But that’s a detail, like the scandal
That money-bags need not hold brains,
Though the Rads by the help of that handle
Pump mud on Conservative gains.
More intelligence, wisdom, wealth, knowledge,
Will be found in that area clustered,
Than in all England else—city, college,
Port, centre of industry—mustered.
This truth the Election shows clearest,
That of all England’s cherished monopolies
Conservative faith is the dearest,
And the stronghold of that’s the Metropolis.
Lambeth, Marylebone, Chelsea—that silly place !—
Southwark, "Finsb’ry, Tower Hamlets, may claim,
Loosely speaking, in London to fill a place,
But, we all know, ’tis only in name.
Our Party’s profound foreign policy
Is in London upheld just as far
As wisdom and wit beyond folly see,
And as wise writers foolish ones bar.
Out of high-cultured Intellect’s focus.
Where stump-orator’s froth has had sway,
Gladstone’s chatter and Chamberlain’s caucus
May have won, for an instant, the day;
But that’s a mere craze of the moment—
’Twill pass like a mist of the morn,
With its gains, not for substance but show meant,
And its Leader, that butt of our scorn !
Then up, in the name of the City,
To your Beaconsfield, Jingoes, be true !
Take a hint from your foes—’tis a pity
If we can’t breed stump-speakers too.
“ The Mew Dictatorship.”
Such is the title of a scathing article, in which the. Post-
mortem Gazette pours out its scorn on the silly believers in Mr.
Gladstone, whose “ pros and cons," we are told, resolve, them-
selves into one simple question, “ Whence and how is Mr.
Gladstone to exercise the Dictatorship which the ‘Yoice of the
People ’ has conferred upon him ? ”
“Dictator for Dictator,” the Yoice of the Country might reply ;
“ better Mr. Gladstone than Lord Beaconsfield.”
Punch takes leave to ask, if Mr. Gladstone threatens to over-
shadow his Liberal colleagues, how was it with Lord Beaconsfield
and his Conservative Cabinet ?
a problem.
To correct the “ time of day ” by the meridian of Greenwich, for
that by the length and breadth of the United Kingdom.
An Embarras be Piceesses.—The Liberal Gains,