DOI issue:
November 6, 1880
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210
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 6, 1880.
He {pulling up short). “I say, isn’t that Jack Starkes and Nelly Sweeting coming
ROUND BY THE ROAD THERE?”
She {unsuspiciously). ‘‘I think it is, dear.”
He. “Then suppose we take the Lane, eh? It’s a bit further, but—(magnani-
mously)—‘Spoons’ don’t care to be interrupted, you know.”
She (innocently). “ Don't they, dear?”
took his seat on a barrel full of back num-
bers of the Nation. “ It’s loikely ye ’ll be
hearing- a thrifle from me before long. But,
whisht! — whisht I ” he added, as if an
after-thought seemed to strike him —
“ Moighty convanient as is the tiniment,
I thrust now it’s no rint that ye’ve paid
for it! ”
“Hint! Begorra ! Hooroosh !—divil a
hapenny! ” was the earnest reply. The
cloaked figures gave a wild whoop of satis-
faction, and cut a peculiar caper. Then,
as if the information had reassured them,
they stealthily withdrew. The door closed
noiselessly on the last. Misther O’Quy
Fawkes was alone.
It was a dark and disagreeable hole, this
subterranean vault in which treason had
clumsily collected the evidences of its own
stupid project. Nor did the latter add to
its attractiveness. Barrels on barrels of
vulgar rhodomontade,—of passionate incite-
ment to outrage and rebellion, strewn over,
here and there, with a few scanty faggots
of free speech,'—destined, but ineffectually,
to conceal the mischief beneath,—cumbered
the ground and half concealed the walls of
the vaulted retreat. Placed as this was
under the fabric of law and order, the con-
spirators hoped that an explosion would
not only paralyse the executive but shatter
the Union. Reflecting complacently on this
situation of affairs, Misther O’Guy Fawkes
waited the approach of the appointed hour.
But something had happened on which
the conspirators had not counted. The
Irish Secretary had received an anonymous
warning. Some friend, anxious for his re-
putation, had decided, at all hazards, to
give him an inkliDg of the true state of
affairs. Thus it was that he had received
suddenly one morning by post a copy of the
Times. The incident was mysterious. He
had been conceiving for some weeks past a
growing distaste for the national stew, and
was in a condition to be easily unsettled.
He was upset. Nor was this all. His
return ticket, good only for a month, was
nearly up; while he had heard that a new
Hibernian piece of an exciting character
had been produced at the Adelphi. This
determined him. He resolved on action.
And now the fifth of N ovember was at hand.
Silent amidst his inflammable parapher-
nalia, our hero waited its approach, uncon-
scious of coming surprise. But, as he waited,
the officers of j ustice were even now upon
him. There was a stir in the vault.
“ Sure an I heard something,” said
Misther O’Guy Fawties, peering inquisi-
tively through the shadowy gloom. “ Bedad,
if it’s any gintlemen that’s afther the boys
now,—we ’ll jist all of us have a taste o’ the
blow up together ! ”
He turned cautiously. He was not mis-
taken. There were misty figures advancing
towards him. His first impulse was to
consult a solicitor. Then he thought of the
barrels. But he was too late. In a minute
more he was seized by a powerful arm and
called upon in the Queen’s name to sur-
render.
* * * * *
MISTHER O'GUY EAWKES;
OR, AINSWORTH IN IRISH !
*********
“ And now we ’ll lave you,” said the O’Catesby, drawing his cloak tightly about him,
the other conspirators at the same time following his example. “ Shure an’ it’s a snug place
you’ve got here intoirely,” he added as, casting a glance at the accumulated storage of
combustible and explosive material, that reached now nearly to the roof of the cellar, he
gave a familiar nod to the arch plotter who had undertaken to fire it.
“ All right, me boy ! ” replied the latter, giving a wink at his lantern and matches as he
A Rhyme for the Time.
Simple Simon*
Met a Piemant
Going to vote at Deal—•
{Caetercc desunt).
* Can this be Mr. Crompton Roberts ?
f What, an Elector ?
New Name for Ireland.—The Green-
Acre Island, late Emerald Isle.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 6, 1880.
He {pulling up short). “I say, isn’t that Jack Starkes and Nelly Sweeting coming
ROUND BY THE ROAD THERE?”
She {unsuspiciously). ‘‘I think it is, dear.”
He. “Then suppose we take the Lane, eh? It’s a bit further, but—(magnani-
mously)—‘Spoons’ don’t care to be interrupted, you know.”
She (innocently). “ Don't they, dear?”
took his seat on a barrel full of back num-
bers of the Nation. “ It’s loikely ye ’ll be
hearing- a thrifle from me before long. But,
whisht! — whisht I ” he added, as if an
after-thought seemed to strike him —
“ Moighty convanient as is the tiniment,
I thrust now it’s no rint that ye’ve paid
for it! ”
“Hint! Begorra ! Hooroosh !—divil a
hapenny! ” was the earnest reply. The
cloaked figures gave a wild whoop of satis-
faction, and cut a peculiar caper. Then,
as if the information had reassured them,
they stealthily withdrew. The door closed
noiselessly on the last. Misther O’Quy
Fawkes was alone.
It was a dark and disagreeable hole, this
subterranean vault in which treason had
clumsily collected the evidences of its own
stupid project. Nor did the latter add to
its attractiveness. Barrels on barrels of
vulgar rhodomontade,—of passionate incite-
ment to outrage and rebellion, strewn over,
here and there, with a few scanty faggots
of free speech,'—destined, but ineffectually,
to conceal the mischief beneath,—cumbered
the ground and half concealed the walls of
the vaulted retreat. Placed as this was
under the fabric of law and order, the con-
spirators hoped that an explosion would
not only paralyse the executive but shatter
the Union. Reflecting complacently on this
situation of affairs, Misther O’Guy Fawkes
waited the approach of the appointed hour.
But something had happened on which
the conspirators had not counted. The
Irish Secretary had received an anonymous
warning. Some friend, anxious for his re-
putation, had decided, at all hazards, to
give him an inkliDg of the true state of
affairs. Thus it was that he had received
suddenly one morning by post a copy of the
Times. The incident was mysterious. He
had been conceiving for some weeks past a
growing distaste for the national stew, and
was in a condition to be easily unsettled.
He was upset. Nor was this all. His
return ticket, good only for a month, was
nearly up; while he had heard that a new
Hibernian piece of an exciting character
had been produced at the Adelphi. This
determined him. He resolved on action.
And now the fifth of N ovember was at hand.
Silent amidst his inflammable parapher-
nalia, our hero waited its approach, uncon-
scious of coming surprise. But, as he waited,
the officers of j ustice were even now upon
him. There was a stir in the vault.
“ Sure an I heard something,” said
Misther O’Guy Fawties, peering inquisi-
tively through the shadowy gloom. “ Bedad,
if it’s any gintlemen that’s afther the boys
now,—we ’ll jist all of us have a taste o’ the
blow up together ! ”
He turned cautiously. He was not mis-
taken. There were misty figures advancing
towards him. His first impulse was to
consult a solicitor. Then he thought of the
barrels. But he was too late. In a minute
more he was seized by a powerful arm and
called upon in the Queen’s name to sur-
render.
* * * * *
MISTHER O'GUY EAWKES;
OR, AINSWORTH IN IRISH !
*********
“ And now we ’ll lave you,” said the O’Catesby, drawing his cloak tightly about him,
the other conspirators at the same time following his example. “ Shure an’ it’s a snug place
you’ve got here intoirely,” he added as, casting a glance at the accumulated storage of
combustible and explosive material, that reached now nearly to the roof of the cellar, he
gave a familiar nod to the arch plotter who had undertaken to fire it.
“ All right, me boy ! ” replied the latter, giving a wink at his lantern and matches as he
A Rhyme for the Time.
Simple Simon*
Met a Piemant
Going to vote at Deal—•
{Caetercc desunt).
* Can this be Mr. Crompton Roberts ?
f What, an Elector ?
New Name for Ireland.—The Green-
Acre Island, late Emerald Isle.