DOI Heft:
September 4, 1880
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 4, 1880.
PUNCH’S ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
Monday, August 23 (Commonsj.—Dillon v. Forster. No case, I
but seven hours of wordy abuse, which, to summarise, were as useful i
and entertaining as to make a precis of the annals of Donnybrook or
Billingsgate. Mr. Dillon-, the Irish Guy Eawkes manque gets Ms I
deserts elsewhere. Enough! Limp, listless, unlistening Mr. Punch
lounged on his seat and mused. “ Ton of ice used daily to cool at-
mosphere of House of Commons! How much would it take to cool
Members’ tempers ? ” Dreamily working out this sum, Mr. Punch
slept and found himself and the House transferred to the fabled
region where men’s words freeze to silence as they fall from their
lips. Hurroo ! mentally vociferated Mr. P., as Sullivan- inaudibly
shouted nonsense to a welkin that wouldn’t ring, and blatant
Biggar’s ineffectual facial spasms writhing forth inaudible vocables
to an air void of acoustic properties, reminded him grotesquely of a
mute Medusa in speechless tantrums. Hurroo ! Here at last is a
cure for Obstruction. Munchausen, I thank thee! At the moment,
the melting moment, refrigeration’s salutary rule ceased, a thunder-
ous tohu-bohu of ten-pugnacious-Paddies-contemporaneously-per-
orating power burst upon Mr. Punch's appalled ear, and he awoke—
and fled.
Tuesday [Lords).—Lord Bedesdale may take comfort. No longer
have he and his companions occasion mournfully to pipe :—
¥e are poor Peers, poor pumped-out Peers,
And we ’ye got no work to do—o—o!
The Employers’ Liability Bill comes up. Second Beading moved
by the Lobd Chancellor. Lords Cranbrook, Brabourne, and
Carnarvon, with Somerset’s sub-acid Duke, whilst effectually
“ dissembling” their love, refrain from “kicking it down-stairs,” but
each intimates that he is Miching Mallecho, and means mischief—in
Committee. , . , _ . , ,r ,
[Commons.)—“ Come Bach to Erin ! ” smg the Irish Members m
chorus, but hardly in unison. < Mr\ Punch declines the invitation.
He has pictorially expressed his view of the position (see Cartoon),
and Pat had better take his friendly advice than give heed to coun-
sels of confusion from Cork, or traitorous tips from Tipperary. Mr.
Punch, for Ms part, takes a placid pipe on the terrace, whilst 1 addy
plays the lion’s part (all roaring) in purposeless debate within.
Wednesday [Commons).
Scene—The Peers' Gallery. Lord Beaconsfield, Sir S. Northcote,
Sir W. Harcourt, and Mr. Punch discovered conversing,
Mr. Punch. Ah, back to the old haunt, my Lord ? Eight glad
To see you look so taut and trim.
Lord B. (quite the buck). I’ve had
Recuperative rest. Trust W. Gr.(
In the Grantully Castle, out at sea,
May find a like relief from wear and worry,
Under the care of Clark and Donald Currie.
Seems dull without him here. How imperturbable
Hartington looks!
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 4, 1880.
PUNCH’S ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
Monday, August 23 (Commonsj.—Dillon v. Forster. No case, I
but seven hours of wordy abuse, which, to summarise, were as useful i
and entertaining as to make a precis of the annals of Donnybrook or
Billingsgate. Mr. Dillon-, the Irish Guy Eawkes manque gets Ms I
deserts elsewhere. Enough! Limp, listless, unlistening Mr. Punch
lounged on his seat and mused. “ Ton of ice used daily to cool at-
mosphere of House of Commons! How much would it take to cool
Members’ tempers ? ” Dreamily working out this sum, Mr. Punch
slept and found himself and the House transferred to the fabled
region where men’s words freeze to silence as they fall from their
lips. Hurroo ! mentally vociferated Mr. P., as Sullivan- inaudibly
shouted nonsense to a welkin that wouldn’t ring, and blatant
Biggar’s ineffectual facial spasms writhing forth inaudible vocables
to an air void of acoustic properties, reminded him grotesquely of a
mute Medusa in speechless tantrums. Hurroo ! Here at last is a
cure for Obstruction. Munchausen, I thank thee! At the moment,
the melting moment, refrigeration’s salutary rule ceased, a thunder-
ous tohu-bohu of ten-pugnacious-Paddies-contemporaneously-per-
orating power burst upon Mr. Punch's appalled ear, and he awoke—
and fled.
Tuesday [Lords).—Lord Bedesdale may take comfort. No longer
have he and his companions occasion mournfully to pipe :—
¥e are poor Peers, poor pumped-out Peers,
And we ’ye got no work to do—o—o!
The Employers’ Liability Bill comes up. Second Beading moved
by the Lobd Chancellor. Lords Cranbrook, Brabourne, and
Carnarvon, with Somerset’s sub-acid Duke, whilst effectually
“ dissembling” their love, refrain from “kicking it down-stairs,” but
each intimates that he is Miching Mallecho, and means mischief—in
Committee. , . , _ . , ,r ,
[Commons.)—“ Come Bach to Erin ! ” smg the Irish Members m
chorus, but hardly in unison. < Mr\ Punch declines the invitation.
He has pictorially expressed his view of the position (see Cartoon),
and Pat had better take his friendly advice than give heed to coun-
sels of confusion from Cork, or traitorous tips from Tipperary. Mr.
Punch, for Ms part, takes a placid pipe on the terrace, whilst 1 addy
plays the lion’s part (all roaring) in purposeless debate within.
Wednesday [Commons).
Scene—The Peers' Gallery. Lord Beaconsfield, Sir S. Northcote,
Sir W. Harcourt, and Mr. Punch discovered conversing,
Mr. Punch. Ah, back to the old haunt, my Lord ? Eight glad
To see you look so taut and trim.
Lord B. (quite the buck). I’ve had
Recuperative rest. Trust W. Gr.(
In the Grantully Castle, out at sea,
May find a like relief from wear and worry,
Under the care of Clark and Donald Currie.
Seems dull without him here. How imperturbable
Hartington looks!