DOI Heft:
May 20, 1882
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17752#0237
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 20, 188a.
ROBERT ” IN EPPING POREST.
Satterday the 6th of May was a grand day for all of us !
In the first and principl-e place never did Sun shine upon a lovelier lunshun, and never did
my patrons and there friends do grater justice to it. And this I will say, for ahove all I
loves to be troothfool, that tho’ the old stagers the Copperashun was a good fust, the members
of Parlyment and the house of Lords was a jolly good 2nd. I must not of course betray
secrets or I might add that sum of the honnerblest names in England cum into our butiful
refreshment tent sum 3 sum 4 times.
It was a grand day for the Copperashun. It was a grand day for tbe Lord Mare.
In the fust place, as of course he couldn’t condescend to lunch with the mere canoil,_ as
the Frenclp calls us, he had a lovely dayjournee at the late dueen Elizabeth’s lodging
house at Chingford, which, Brown tells me, is Chinese for horseback.
His Ludship druv in his beautiful state carridge to meat his Queen at the Itailway
Station, and then, like a galliant Nightof old, he mountedon his nobel steed androde behind
Her Majesty’s Carridge all the way to Eye Beach, a matter of 3 miles, without falling off
once. I saw him arrive, but what was my estonishment to find him in the ordinary costoom
of the period, just like a mere common gentleman. But my surprise soon guv way to
admiration.
I have seen sumtimes at Crismas time wonderful changes of Princes into Arlequins,
Lord Chamberlains into Panterloons, and Nobblemen into Clowns, hut nothing I ever sped
afore equalled what I now saw behind the Tent. His Ludship’s Wally were there with
his Ludship’s gorgeous array, and in less
i time than it takes me to rite it, ’cos I
writes preshus slow, His Ludship, who
had entered the sacred enclosure a mere
English Grentleman, emerged from it in
all the glory of a Eichabd the 3rd at the
Theater Royal, Hrewry Lane! Ah, that
was a sight that I shan’t soon forget. Then
came the Adress, after they’d found the
Recorder who was lost in the scrowge, and
then the Qheen red her anser, and then
certain Gents was made appy for life by
being introduced to Her and then she druv
away, and again the sill> brated transforma-
tion scene took place, and the Lord Mare
rode away as he came, only an appier and
a prowder man.
Ear above aU it was a grand day for the
People, I means the poor People.
But I do ope as Epping will be kep proper
and respekabel. Anyhow its a grand thing
for tbe Copperashun to ave done, and ’eres
their joUy good ’ealth ! Robeet.
THE SEYEN AGrES OF WOMAN.
By a Cantankerous Old Curmudgeon.
All the world ’s a Wardrobe,
And allthe girls and women merely wearers:
They have their fashions and their fantasies,
And one she in her time wears many gar-
ments
Throughout her Seven Stages. First, the
baby,
Befrilled and broidered, inher nurse’s arms
And then the trim-hosed schoolgirl, with
her flounces
And small-boy-scorningface, tripping, skirt-
wagglmg,
Coquettishly to school. And then the flirt,
Ogling like Circe, with a business ceillade
Kept on her low-cut corset. Then a bride
FuU of strange finery, vestured like aD
angel,
Veiled vaporously, yet vigilant of glance,
SeekiDg the Woman’s heaven, Admiration,
Even at the Altar’s steps. And then the
matron,
In fair rich velvet with suave satin lined,
With eyes severe, and skirts of youthful cut
Full of dress-saws and modish instances,
To teach her girls their part. The sixth age
shifts
Tnto the grey yet gorgeous grandmamma,
With gold pince-nez on nose and fan at side,
Her youthful tastes still strong, and worldly
wise
In sumptuary law, her quavering voice
Prosing of Fashion and Le Follet, pipes
Of robes and bargains rare. Last scene of
aU,
That ends the Sex’s Mode-swayed history,
Is second childishness and sheer oblivion
Of youth, taste, passion, aU—save love of
Dress !
A MEMENTO OF THE ROYAL
WEBDING.
Usteul and Ornamental Clock at tee
GRRAT WrsTKKN Stat'TON Paddington.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [May 20, 188a.
ROBERT ” IN EPPING POREST.
Satterday the 6th of May was a grand day for all of us !
In the first and principl-e place never did Sun shine upon a lovelier lunshun, and never did
my patrons and there friends do grater justice to it. And this I will say, for ahove all I
loves to be troothfool, that tho’ the old stagers the Copperashun was a good fust, the members
of Parlyment and the house of Lords was a jolly good 2nd. I must not of course betray
secrets or I might add that sum of the honnerblest names in England cum into our butiful
refreshment tent sum 3 sum 4 times.
It was a grand day for the Copperashun. It was a grand day for tbe Lord Mare.
In the fust place, as of course he couldn’t condescend to lunch with the mere canoil,_ as
the Frenclp calls us, he had a lovely dayjournee at the late dueen Elizabeth’s lodging
house at Chingford, which, Brown tells me, is Chinese for horseback.
His Ludship druv in his beautiful state carridge to meat his Queen at the Itailway
Station, and then, like a galliant Nightof old, he mountedon his nobel steed androde behind
Her Majesty’s Carridge all the way to Eye Beach, a matter of 3 miles, without falling off
once. I saw him arrive, but what was my estonishment to find him in the ordinary costoom
of the period, just like a mere common gentleman. But my surprise soon guv way to
admiration.
I have seen sumtimes at Crismas time wonderful changes of Princes into Arlequins,
Lord Chamberlains into Panterloons, and Nobblemen into Clowns, hut nothing I ever sped
afore equalled what I now saw behind the Tent. His Ludship’s Wally were there with
his Ludship’s gorgeous array, and in less
i time than it takes me to rite it, ’cos I
writes preshus slow, His Ludship, who
had entered the sacred enclosure a mere
English Grentleman, emerged from it in
all the glory of a Eichabd the 3rd at the
Theater Royal, Hrewry Lane! Ah, that
was a sight that I shan’t soon forget. Then
came the Adress, after they’d found the
Recorder who was lost in the scrowge, and
then the Qheen red her anser, and then
certain Gents was made appy for life by
being introduced to Her and then she druv
away, and again the sill> brated transforma-
tion scene took place, and the Lord Mare
rode away as he came, only an appier and
a prowder man.
Ear above aU it was a grand day for the
People, I means the poor People.
But I do ope as Epping will be kep proper
and respekabel. Anyhow its a grand thing
for tbe Copperashun to ave done, and ’eres
their joUy good ’ealth ! Robeet.
THE SEYEN AGrES OF WOMAN.
By a Cantankerous Old Curmudgeon.
All the world ’s a Wardrobe,
And allthe girls and women merely wearers:
They have their fashions and their fantasies,
And one she in her time wears many gar-
ments
Throughout her Seven Stages. First, the
baby,
Befrilled and broidered, inher nurse’s arms
And then the trim-hosed schoolgirl, with
her flounces
And small-boy-scorningface, tripping, skirt-
wagglmg,
Coquettishly to school. And then the flirt,
Ogling like Circe, with a business ceillade
Kept on her low-cut corset. Then a bride
FuU of strange finery, vestured like aD
angel,
Veiled vaporously, yet vigilant of glance,
SeekiDg the Woman’s heaven, Admiration,
Even at the Altar’s steps. And then the
matron,
In fair rich velvet with suave satin lined,
With eyes severe, and skirts of youthful cut
Full of dress-saws and modish instances,
To teach her girls their part. The sixth age
shifts
Tnto the grey yet gorgeous grandmamma,
With gold pince-nez on nose and fan at side,
Her youthful tastes still strong, and worldly
wise
In sumptuary law, her quavering voice
Prosing of Fashion and Le Follet, pipes
Of robes and bargains rare. Last scene of
aU,
That ends the Sex’s Mode-swayed history,
Is second childishness and sheer oblivion
Of youth, taste, passion, aU—save love of
Dress !
A MEMENTO OF THE ROYAL
WEBDING.
Usteul and Ornamental Clock at tee
GRRAT WrsTKKN Stat'TON Paddington.