DOI Heft:
December 4, 1880
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[December 4, 1880.
CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!
A HtlRRy-skurry on the
staircase! loud, cries of
excited people clamouring
for instant andience.
Calm, dignified, serene,
Mr. Punch rose to the
occasion, but before he
could utter a word the
folding-doors were hurst
open, and in rushed, pele
mele, a crowd of highly
respectable but almost
frenzied individuals with
books under their arms,
books in their hands,
books in their pockets,
books on their heads, while
several turbulent persons
in the rear were wildly
waving illustrations,
games, picture - books,
packets of cards, and voci-
ferating all at once.
“May I ask the cause
of this intrusion?” in-
quired Mr. Punch with
the utmost composure.
4 ‘ Christmas is coming! ”
they shouted.
“ I am aware of the
fact,” replied the Sage;
4 4 and if my old friend is
on the staircase, I regret
that he will be compelled
to wait till the twenty-
fifth of next month.”
“ No! no! ” they shouted
again. “Look here!
We’ve brought-”
The Philosopher of
Fleet Street held up his
hand, and commanded
silence. He had recog-
nised some familiar faces.
“I think,” he said,
smiling graciously, “I
am addressing my excel-
lent friends, the Pub-
lishers of Christmas
Books for Children—”
“You are! You are!”
they cried.
“Also the Publishers
of charming Christmas
Cards-”
44 Hear !'hear ! ” exclaimed the representatives of several eminent firms, dancing with delight at the recognition.
“ And, if I mistake not, 1 see amongst you Artists and Authors whose works have delighted our dear children—for all children are
Mr. Punch's pets—for many years past ? ”
“ You do ! You do! ” was the grateful and subdued murmur.
“ Then,” said Mr. Punch, practically, “ let’s see what you’ve got.”
First he warmly congratulated Miss Kate Greenaway on her Birthday Booh for Children, with verses for every day in the year,
by Mrs. Sale Barber. “A most dainty little work,” observed the Sage, “ and a really happy thought for Christmas.” Splashes of Ink
Explained, by Mr. C. J. Lillie, was then brought under his notice. “ Not exactly the aesthetic lily and peacock feather, I am glad to see,”
observed Mr. Punch, pleasantly; “ but what capital things for children to imitate with a nice new bright-patterned table-cloth and lots
of ink! What fun! ” Turning to Mr. Macmillan, he congratulated him on the possession of such a treasure as the Necklace of Princess
Fiorimunda, manufactured by Mary de Morgan, and magnificently set by Mr. Walter Crane. “A real gem,” said Mr. Punch. He
smiled pleasantly on Mr. Sahbourne’s Sandford and Merton, and shook hands warmly with some old friends of Mr, Charles Keene’s
called Our People, presented on their re-publication in a collected form bv Messrs. Bradbury and Agnew.
Then he examined Mr. Edmund Routledge’s Every Boy's Annual, full of adventures bv land and sea, with stories of Hardy Moun-
taineers’ Ascents, by Mr. Henry Frith, Anecdotes of Sharks, by Lieutenant Low, and riddles, and pictures, and charades, and
games, and “ square words,” and everything that every boy ought to know, and enough to keep every boy amused for the entire year.
“ In your Fortune-Telling Book, ” said the Philosopher, “ I see a fortune; and as my dancing days are not by any means over, I should
like to join in your Singing Quadrille, with its nursery rhymes set to music, and if I 4 sat out ’ I could delight the children with the
amusing designs of Messrs. Staples, Corbould, and Longmuir.”
Mr. Punch fell back in his chair, as about fifty new books were placed before him. “ I shall never get through all these. But
stop,” he cried, and he selected one from the lot, “this does take my fancy.” In a second he had skimmed through it, and put it by
for further perusal. It was Mrs. Locker’s Whcd the Blackbird Said, illustrated by R. Caldecott.
4( Then he looked through Pansie's Flour Bin. 44 A sort of relation to my dear friend Alice in Wonderland I perceive,” he observed.
44 The finish in Sky Land is very pretty, and not too much over the heads of the young people for whom it was intended. Now then,
what’s on the cards?” he asked, taking up several packs. It was impossible to award special praise to any set where all were so good.
Toby pronounced Messrs. Hil-desheime-r’s “Dogs” to be a real novelty, and Mr. Punch selected the Children’s Parties, and the
Little Babies, and the pictures of Snow-Balling and Skating with verses by F. E. Weatherly as very seasonable, and cold weatherly.
De La Rue’s Christmas Cards, done in satin for sending by post to friends abroad, are charmingly executed. The ivory cards issued by
-I. Walker & Co., hand-painted, 44 are,” said Mr. Punch, “simply exquisite.” Mr. Rothe’s cards are specially appropriate where
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[December 4, 1880.
CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!
A HtlRRy-skurry on the
staircase! loud, cries of
excited people clamouring
for instant andience.
Calm, dignified, serene,
Mr. Punch rose to the
occasion, but before he
could utter a word the
folding-doors were hurst
open, and in rushed, pele
mele, a crowd of highly
respectable but almost
frenzied individuals with
books under their arms,
books in their hands,
books in their pockets,
books on their heads, while
several turbulent persons
in the rear were wildly
waving illustrations,
games, picture - books,
packets of cards, and voci-
ferating all at once.
“May I ask the cause
of this intrusion?” in-
quired Mr. Punch with
the utmost composure.
4 ‘ Christmas is coming! ”
they shouted.
“ I am aware of the
fact,” replied the Sage;
4 4 and if my old friend is
on the staircase, I regret
that he will be compelled
to wait till the twenty-
fifth of next month.”
“ No! no! ” they shouted
again. “Look here!
We’ve brought-”
The Philosopher of
Fleet Street held up his
hand, and commanded
silence. He had recog-
nised some familiar faces.
“I think,” he said,
smiling graciously, “I
am addressing my excel-
lent friends, the Pub-
lishers of Christmas
Books for Children—”
“You are! You are!”
they cried.
“Also the Publishers
of charming Christmas
Cards-”
44 Hear !'hear ! ” exclaimed the representatives of several eminent firms, dancing with delight at the recognition.
“ And, if I mistake not, 1 see amongst you Artists and Authors whose works have delighted our dear children—for all children are
Mr. Punch's pets—for many years past ? ”
“ You do ! You do! ” was the grateful and subdued murmur.
“ Then,” said Mr. Punch, practically, “ let’s see what you’ve got.”
First he warmly congratulated Miss Kate Greenaway on her Birthday Booh for Children, with verses for every day in the year,
by Mrs. Sale Barber. “A most dainty little work,” observed the Sage, “ and a really happy thought for Christmas.” Splashes of Ink
Explained, by Mr. C. J. Lillie, was then brought under his notice. “ Not exactly the aesthetic lily and peacock feather, I am glad to see,”
observed Mr. Punch, pleasantly; “ but what capital things for children to imitate with a nice new bright-patterned table-cloth and lots
of ink! What fun! ” Turning to Mr. Macmillan, he congratulated him on the possession of such a treasure as the Necklace of Princess
Fiorimunda, manufactured by Mary de Morgan, and magnificently set by Mr. Walter Crane. “A real gem,” said Mr. Punch. He
smiled pleasantly on Mr. Sahbourne’s Sandford and Merton, and shook hands warmly with some old friends of Mr, Charles Keene’s
called Our People, presented on their re-publication in a collected form bv Messrs. Bradbury and Agnew.
Then he examined Mr. Edmund Routledge’s Every Boy's Annual, full of adventures bv land and sea, with stories of Hardy Moun-
taineers’ Ascents, by Mr. Henry Frith, Anecdotes of Sharks, by Lieutenant Low, and riddles, and pictures, and charades, and
games, and “ square words,” and everything that every boy ought to know, and enough to keep every boy amused for the entire year.
“ In your Fortune-Telling Book, ” said the Philosopher, “ I see a fortune; and as my dancing days are not by any means over, I should
like to join in your Singing Quadrille, with its nursery rhymes set to music, and if I 4 sat out ’ I could delight the children with the
amusing designs of Messrs. Staples, Corbould, and Longmuir.”
Mr. Punch fell back in his chair, as about fifty new books were placed before him. “ I shall never get through all these. But
stop,” he cried, and he selected one from the lot, “this does take my fancy.” In a second he had skimmed through it, and put it by
for further perusal. It was Mrs. Locker’s Whcd the Blackbird Said, illustrated by R. Caldecott.
4( Then he looked through Pansie's Flour Bin. 44 A sort of relation to my dear friend Alice in Wonderland I perceive,” he observed.
44 The finish in Sky Land is very pretty, and not too much over the heads of the young people for whom it was intended. Now then,
what’s on the cards?” he asked, taking up several packs. It was impossible to award special praise to any set where all were so good.
Toby pronounced Messrs. Hil-desheime-r’s “Dogs” to be a real novelty, and Mr. Punch selected the Children’s Parties, and the
Little Babies, and the pictures of Snow-Balling and Skating with verses by F. E. Weatherly as very seasonable, and cold weatherly.
De La Rue’s Christmas Cards, done in satin for sending by post to friends abroad, are charmingly executed. The ivory cards issued by
-I. Walker & Co., hand-painted, 44 are,” said Mr. Punch, “simply exquisite.” Mr. Rothe’s cards are specially appropriate where