DOI issue:
February 4, 1882
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17752#0061
February 4, 1882.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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mechanically, but without the slightest enthusiasm. He
seemed to be considerably embarrassed by a cloak which
he carries, professionally, over his arm; and we frankly
own that great as would naturally be our coniidence in
a Toreaclur, yet had a bull made for Mr. Walter Bolton
as tbe Toreador, Bolting would have heen his name, and
we should have bet confidently on the bull.
Miss Julia Gtaylord is a great favourite with the
public, and scored—very kind of her to do this, as Mr.
Eandegger was conducting and could have “scored”
for her—every time. The duet, “ Childhoud’s Days ;
or, Let me Kiss him for his Motherf sung by Miss
Gaylord and Mr. Packard was one of the best things
of the evening.
Mr. Charles Lyall was very funny as the Cornic Gipsy
who, with his friend Dancairo (Mr. Snazelle), is clearly
first cousin to the two eccentric robbers in Fra Diavolo.
Miss Giulia Warwice and Miss Clara Terry were
the two other excellently wicked little gipsies.
Mr. Hersee has done his rather aiffieult work as
librettist very well; hut why make them all talk as
Guakers ? “ Thou hast ceased to love me.” “Itiscer-
tain I love thee less than formerly.” “ Thee” _and
“Thou” are necessary for the songs and recitatives,
but this Quakerism makes the spoken dialogue sound
absurdly stilted. On the whole we heartily congratulate
M. Carl Rosa, and strongly recommend the public to see
this his latest production of Carmen. Only—wake up,
Mr. Toreador! or else we shan’t be “ contentof On
Saturday was produced Balee’s Moro, which will be
given again To-Moro, Thursday.
A BRITISH HOLIDAY ;
Or, Something to be Proud of.
A public thorouglxfare in a quiet suburban district of the
Centre of Civilisation. Time, Sunday morning.
Several Fiowers of Enlightenment discovered loafing
about, waiting the official hour for tlie sale of inferior
gin.
First Flower of Enlightenment. Well, this ’ere work ’s
bloomin’ slow. What game ’s a Toff to be on, I should
like to ask yer, where he ’s nothink to do ? Let ’s come
and slither into sum’mat.
Second Flower of Enlightenmeni. Winders ?
\Picks up several promising-looking flints.
First Flower of Enlightenment. Winders—or ’eads.
(Noticing people coming out of a neighbouring church).
Why, not ’eads ? ’Ere ’s a prayin-shop a-emptying.
Let ’s ketch a couple of ’em alone in the lane, and ’ave a
lark. (Collects several brick-bats, and retires together
with other Flowers of Enlightenment, and waits sulkily
the arrival of a “ couple of ’em,” who are sufficiently
unprotected, in a private road).
Enter a couple of Earnest Believers in the Moral Ten-
dencies of the Age, engaged in pliilosophic and
absorbing converse.
Earnest Believer Number One. Yes, as I was saying :
the gradual spreading of intelligence in the masses ;
the mutual respect of class for class ; but, above all, the
humanising attitude of Society at large, which every
day is giving still more solid proofs of—Oh!
\Is hit on the head by a brickbat, as is also Earnest
Believer Number Two. Tableau, as Scene changes
tO' another spot in the Centre of Civilisation, and
discovers a motley rabble of fanatics parading up
and down a series of dirty back-streets, shouting
liymns of questionable taste, and generally disturb-
ing the public repose. Re-enter Elowers of Civili-
sation as before, but now well supplied with paving-
stones, and strongly recruited.
First Flower of Civilisation. Crikey ! ’ere ’s a bloomin’
go ! Blest lf the Capting ain’t out with ’em on a ’orse !
VVe fi break is jaw for ’im, any’ow. Now, thin !
\Makes a rush with other zealous Flowers of En-
lightenment. Tdbleau as before, the “ Capting's ”
■/aw being broken, and several foolish but cruelly-
used people left, badly hurt and ivounded, in the
adjacent guttcrs, as the Flowers of Enlightenment,
still finding “ nothink to dof depart in search of
further recreation, which, now that the darkness
hasfairly set in, ts affiorded them by accommodating
pohce regulations, freely and without interruption,
m one of the leading thoroughfares of the Metropolis.
PUNCH’S PRIZE MEDALS.
In commemoration of the diffioulty between Mr. Justice North and Mr. Powell, Q.C., and
their subsequent happy reconciliation. Mr. Powell henceforth to be known as “The
North Powell.”
Complimentary Medal struck by the Poxes andpresented to theFeniansin commemoration
of the latter having succeeded in Boycotting Hounds, and in preventing the Empress
of Austria’s return to Ireland for Hunting.
To commemorate the seizure in Eerlin of all numbers of Punch for Jan. 21, containing a
Cartoon representing Prince Bismark as Clown and the Emperor as Pantaloon.
First Flower of Enlightenment (who is now, together with his gang, hulking
about in the shadows of the Thames Embankment, armed with a bludgeon, and
watching two advancing Foot-passengers). 'Ere, you Toffs, git your belts ready,
and we’ll give these two ’ere blokes a taste. (Standing m their way and
addressing them.) Now, thin, where are yer a goin’ to? {Sportively.) P’raps
yer knows someone in the City ? Yah !
Second Flower of Enlightenment (contmuing in same light vein). Do yer
come from Lambeth ? Oh, yer do- do yer ? Thin, take that!
\Fells one of them witlx tlxe blow of an iron buckle across theface.
First Flower of Enlightenment. And there’s another for yer. (Stabs the
second Pedestrian in the head with a knife.) Oh, Onions ! Ain’t this ’ere a
bloomin’ lark ! (Helps, together with other Flowers of Enlightenment, to over■-
power and throw down the unoffending and defenceless men, and tlie Police still
being obligingly round the corner, they continue trampling on both of them, till
one is senseless and the other kicked to death, the final tableau occurrrng before
Mr. Samuel Francis Langham, Deputy-Coroner for Westminster, when at an
adjourned inquest heldat the “ Black Prince Tavern,” Chandos Street, the otlier
clay, tlie Jury dealing with the above case, returned a verdict of “ Wilful Murder
against some person or persons unknownf)
N.B.—For further edifying and encouraging particulars, see Daily Papers.
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mechanically, but without the slightest enthusiasm. He
seemed to be considerably embarrassed by a cloak which
he carries, professionally, over his arm; and we frankly
own that great as would naturally be our coniidence in
a Toreaclur, yet had a bull made for Mr. Walter Bolton
as tbe Toreador, Bolting would have heen his name, and
we should have bet confidently on the bull.
Miss Julia Gtaylord is a great favourite with the
public, and scored—very kind of her to do this, as Mr.
Eandegger was conducting and could have “scored”
for her—every time. The duet, “ Childhoud’s Days ;
or, Let me Kiss him for his Motherf sung by Miss
Gaylord and Mr. Packard was one of the best things
of the evening.
Mr. Charles Lyall was very funny as the Cornic Gipsy
who, with his friend Dancairo (Mr. Snazelle), is clearly
first cousin to the two eccentric robbers in Fra Diavolo.
Miss Giulia Warwice and Miss Clara Terry were
the two other excellently wicked little gipsies.
Mr. Hersee has done his rather aiffieult work as
librettist very well; hut why make them all talk as
Guakers ? “ Thou hast ceased to love me.” “Itiscer-
tain I love thee less than formerly.” “ Thee” _and
“Thou” are necessary for the songs and recitatives,
but this Quakerism makes the spoken dialogue sound
absurdly stilted. On the whole we heartily congratulate
M. Carl Rosa, and strongly recommend the public to see
this his latest production of Carmen. Only—wake up,
Mr. Toreador! or else we shan’t be “ contentof On
Saturday was produced Balee’s Moro, which will be
given again To-Moro, Thursday.
A BRITISH HOLIDAY ;
Or, Something to be Proud of.
A public thorouglxfare in a quiet suburban district of the
Centre of Civilisation. Time, Sunday morning.
Several Fiowers of Enlightenment discovered loafing
about, waiting the official hour for tlie sale of inferior
gin.
First Flower of Enlightenment. Well, this ’ere work ’s
bloomin’ slow. What game ’s a Toff to be on, I should
like to ask yer, where he ’s nothink to do ? Let ’s come
and slither into sum’mat.
Second Flower of Enlightenmeni. Winders ?
\Picks up several promising-looking flints.
First Flower of Enlightenment. Winders—or ’eads.
(Noticing people coming out of a neighbouring church).
Why, not ’eads ? ’Ere ’s a prayin-shop a-emptying.
Let ’s ketch a couple of ’em alone in the lane, and ’ave a
lark. (Collects several brick-bats, and retires together
with other Flowers of Enlightenment, and waits sulkily
the arrival of a “ couple of ’em,” who are sufficiently
unprotected, in a private road).
Enter a couple of Earnest Believers in the Moral Ten-
dencies of the Age, engaged in pliilosophic and
absorbing converse.
Earnest Believer Number One. Yes, as I was saying :
the gradual spreading of intelligence in the masses ;
the mutual respect of class for class ; but, above all, the
humanising attitude of Society at large, which every
day is giving still more solid proofs of—Oh!
\Is hit on the head by a brickbat, as is also Earnest
Believer Number Two. Tableau, as Scene changes
tO' another spot in the Centre of Civilisation, and
discovers a motley rabble of fanatics parading up
and down a series of dirty back-streets, shouting
liymns of questionable taste, and generally disturb-
ing the public repose. Re-enter Elowers of Civili-
sation as before, but now well supplied with paving-
stones, and strongly recruited.
First Flower of Civilisation. Crikey ! ’ere ’s a bloomin’
go ! Blest lf the Capting ain’t out with ’em on a ’orse !
VVe fi break is jaw for ’im, any’ow. Now, thin !
\Makes a rush with other zealous Flowers of En-
lightenment. Tdbleau as before, the “ Capting's ”
■/aw being broken, and several foolish but cruelly-
used people left, badly hurt and ivounded, in the
adjacent guttcrs, as the Flowers of Enlightenment,
still finding “ nothink to dof depart in search of
further recreation, which, now that the darkness
hasfairly set in, ts affiorded them by accommodating
pohce regulations, freely and without interruption,
m one of the leading thoroughfares of the Metropolis.
PUNCH’S PRIZE MEDALS.
In commemoration of the diffioulty between Mr. Justice North and Mr. Powell, Q.C., and
their subsequent happy reconciliation. Mr. Powell henceforth to be known as “The
North Powell.”
Complimentary Medal struck by the Poxes andpresented to theFeniansin commemoration
of the latter having succeeded in Boycotting Hounds, and in preventing the Empress
of Austria’s return to Ireland for Hunting.
To commemorate the seizure in Eerlin of all numbers of Punch for Jan. 21, containing a
Cartoon representing Prince Bismark as Clown and the Emperor as Pantaloon.
First Flower of Enlightenment (who is now, together with his gang, hulking
about in the shadows of the Thames Embankment, armed with a bludgeon, and
watching two advancing Foot-passengers). 'Ere, you Toffs, git your belts ready,
and we’ll give these two ’ere blokes a taste. (Standing m their way and
addressing them.) Now, thin, where are yer a goin’ to? {Sportively.) P’raps
yer knows someone in the City ? Yah !
Second Flower of Enlightenment (contmuing in same light vein). Do yer
come from Lambeth ? Oh, yer do- do yer ? Thin, take that!
\Fells one of them witlx tlxe blow of an iron buckle across theface.
First Flower of Enlightenment. And there’s another for yer. (Stabs the
second Pedestrian in the head with a knife.) Oh, Onions ! Ain’t this ’ere a
bloomin’ lark ! (Helps, together with other Flowers of Enlightenment, to over■-
power and throw down the unoffending and defenceless men, and tlie Police still
being obligingly round the corner, they continue trampling on both of them, till
one is senseless and the other kicked to death, the final tableau occurrrng before
Mr. Samuel Francis Langham, Deputy-Coroner for Westminster, when at an
adjourned inquest heldat the “ Black Prince Tavern,” Chandos Street, the otlier
clay, tlie Jury dealing with the above case, returned a verdict of “ Wilful Murder
against some person or persons unknownf)
N.B.—For further edifying and encouraging particulars, see Daily Papers.