DOI Heft:
May 8, 1880
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17763#0220
Mat 3, 1880.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
215
sion on Mr. Speaker, who attended and
received the Royal Benediction, and claimed
the ancient and undoubted rights and
privileges of the Commons.
These Her Majesty, by the Lord Chan-
cellor, confirmed.
Then the Commons retired, Mr. Speaker
leading his flock, like an Eastern shepherd.
Then, to my Lords swearing, enter Lord
Beaconsfield ; and, falling into the humour
of it, swore too.
“ So they ’re all swearing, swear, swear,
swearing;
They ’re all swearing, in the Lords’ House
at Home ! ”
Lord Beaconsfield was observed to shake
hands with Lord Selborne with special
cordiality. So in the good old days of the
P. R. the fighting men used always to
shake hands before setting to.
{Commons.)—Met at two, to present their
new Speaker to the Lords. And then when
they came back, having, we suppose, caught
the trick from the Upper House, the Com-
mons began to swear, and were still swear-
ing when Punch last heard of them!
THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR.
[A Romance of the Latest Ministerial
Movements.)
The crisis had arrived. Lord Hart-
ington had called upon Lord Granville,
Sir William Harcotjrt had visited Mr.
Bright, and Mr. Forster had waited upon
the Duke of Argyll. The Earl of North-
brook had been in frequent communication
with Mr. Childers, and Lord Wolverton
had been here, there, and everywhere. But,
of course, the centre of attraction was the
“long unlovely street,” in which the new
Premier was doing his utmost to entertain
right worthily a swift succession of Royal
Messengers from Windsor. Day and night
the desirable family mansion was watched
by an enthusiastic crowd, who cheered every
fresh arrival, every new departure.
As night approached the patient throng
eagerly purchased the early editions of the
evening papers, and then first it was that
a sentiment of surprise, not to say of dis-
appointment, might have been felt to cir-
culate through the crowd. It had _ been
observed that amongst the many distin-
guished personages seeking admittance to
the private residence of the Premier Elect,
had been a youth whose features were un-
known to fame. This young person, with
all the fire, energy, and determination of
early manhood, had been seen morning,
noon, and night on the door-steps. Now
he had followed Lord Hartington inte the
hall; then he had been ushered in almost
arm-in-arm with Lord Wolverton ; and
he had constituted himself a Yolunteer
Member of the suite of the Duke of Argyll.
“Who was he F What had he come for ? ”
were the questions muttered by the impa-
tient crowd; and the evening papers, in-
stead of satisfying the natural curiosity of
the public, had provokingly ignored him.
They were silent about his claims to a Par-
liamentary Under-Secretaryship; they did
not even reveal his name.
“Here again?” angrily exclaimed the
faithful hall-porter, as this persistent youth
presented himself for at least the twentieth
time at the Harley Street portals.
“ Yes, and I tell you I must see him! ”
returned the intruder, with gentle but
persistent firmness. ‘ ‘ I am come upon a
matter, as I may say, of life and death.
You can put me somewhere, until he is
ready to see me. I can wait.”
STANDING NO NONSENSE.
’Arry. “Phew !”—(the weather was warm, and they had walked over from ’Ammersmith)—
“bring us a Bottle o’ Champagne, Waiter.”
Waiter. “Yessir—Dry, Sir?”
’’Arry haughtily, to put a stop to this familiarity at once). “Never you mind whether
we ’re Dry or whether we ain’t !—bring the Wine !”
“ Put you somewhere F ” repeated the door-opener, in a tone of impatience. “ Where can
I put you ? The house is quite full. The Duke is in the dining-room having a late lunch;
Lord Hartington is taking tea in the drawing-room ; Lord Wolverton is discussing a
sandwich in the study; and the Royal Messenger from Windsor is-”
But before the sentence could he finished, the young visitor had darted away up a stair-
case, down a passage, through a conservatory, into a well-furnished library.
“ The new Premier, I believe?” he murmured, gasping for breath after his recent exertion.
“ Yes,” was the reply. “ But I do not know you. Why this intrusion ? ”
“Call it not intrusion, Right Honourable Sir!” exclaimed the youth, bowing to the
ground. “ The result of my visit wiU be of immense benefit to the human race.”
“You are not the representative of an oppressed nationality?” said the Premier,
glancing at his interviewer’s well-brushed hat and well-cut clothes with admiration not
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
215
sion on Mr. Speaker, who attended and
received the Royal Benediction, and claimed
the ancient and undoubted rights and
privileges of the Commons.
These Her Majesty, by the Lord Chan-
cellor, confirmed.
Then the Commons retired, Mr. Speaker
leading his flock, like an Eastern shepherd.
Then, to my Lords swearing, enter Lord
Beaconsfield ; and, falling into the humour
of it, swore too.
“ So they ’re all swearing, swear, swear,
swearing;
They ’re all swearing, in the Lords’ House
at Home ! ”
Lord Beaconsfield was observed to shake
hands with Lord Selborne with special
cordiality. So in the good old days of the
P. R. the fighting men used always to
shake hands before setting to.
{Commons.)—Met at two, to present their
new Speaker to the Lords. And then when
they came back, having, we suppose, caught
the trick from the Upper House, the Com-
mons began to swear, and were still swear-
ing when Punch last heard of them!
THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR.
[A Romance of the Latest Ministerial
Movements.)
The crisis had arrived. Lord Hart-
ington had called upon Lord Granville,
Sir William Harcotjrt had visited Mr.
Bright, and Mr. Forster had waited upon
the Duke of Argyll. The Earl of North-
brook had been in frequent communication
with Mr. Childers, and Lord Wolverton
had been here, there, and everywhere. But,
of course, the centre of attraction was the
“long unlovely street,” in which the new
Premier was doing his utmost to entertain
right worthily a swift succession of Royal
Messengers from Windsor. Day and night
the desirable family mansion was watched
by an enthusiastic crowd, who cheered every
fresh arrival, every new departure.
As night approached the patient throng
eagerly purchased the early editions of the
evening papers, and then first it was that
a sentiment of surprise, not to say of dis-
appointment, might have been felt to cir-
culate through the crowd. It had _ been
observed that amongst the many distin-
guished personages seeking admittance to
the private residence of the Premier Elect,
had been a youth whose features were un-
known to fame. This young person, with
all the fire, energy, and determination of
early manhood, had been seen morning,
noon, and night on the door-steps. Now
he had followed Lord Hartington inte the
hall; then he had been ushered in almost
arm-in-arm with Lord Wolverton ; and
he had constituted himself a Yolunteer
Member of the suite of the Duke of Argyll.
“Who was he F What had he come for ? ”
were the questions muttered by the impa-
tient crowd; and the evening papers, in-
stead of satisfying the natural curiosity of
the public, had provokingly ignored him.
They were silent about his claims to a Par-
liamentary Under-Secretaryship; they did
not even reveal his name.
“Here again?” angrily exclaimed the
faithful hall-porter, as this persistent youth
presented himself for at least the twentieth
time at the Harley Street portals.
“ Yes, and I tell you I must see him! ”
returned the intruder, with gentle but
persistent firmness. ‘ ‘ I am come upon a
matter, as I may say, of life and death.
You can put me somewhere, until he is
ready to see me. I can wait.”
STANDING NO NONSENSE.
’Arry. “Phew !”—(the weather was warm, and they had walked over from ’Ammersmith)—
“bring us a Bottle o’ Champagne, Waiter.”
Waiter. “Yessir—Dry, Sir?”
’’Arry haughtily, to put a stop to this familiarity at once). “Never you mind whether
we ’re Dry or whether we ain’t !—bring the Wine !”
“ Put you somewhere F ” repeated the door-opener, in a tone of impatience. “ Where can
I put you ? The house is quite full. The Duke is in the dining-room having a late lunch;
Lord Hartington is taking tea in the drawing-room ; Lord Wolverton is discussing a
sandwich in the study; and the Royal Messenger from Windsor is-”
But before the sentence could he finished, the young visitor had darted away up a stair-
case, down a passage, through a conservatory, into a well-furnished library.
“ The new Premier, I believe?” he murmured, gasping for breath after his recent exertion.
“ Yes,” was the reply. “ But I do not know you. Why this intrusion ? ”
“Call it not intrusion, Right Honourable Sir!” exclaimed the youth, bowing to the
ground. “ The result of my visit wiU be of immense benefit to the human race.”
“You are not the representative of an oppressed nationality?” said the Premier,
glancing at his interviewer’s well-brushed hat and well-cut clothes with admiration not