DOI issue:
May 20, 1882
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17752#0238
May 20, 1882.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
231
IN MEMORIAM.
jFoully Murdered in Phoenix Park, Dublin, on May 6th, 1882.
As blameless as tbe flowers 'which. borrow stain
From the spilt ruddy life-stream of the slaiu,
When battle rages ’midst the fields of Spring :
As bravely fallen as the few who mount
The dread death-breathing breach, nor pause to count
The shot’s quick crashing, or the steel’s swift swing:
Rest, while the whole land’s voice lifts to the blue,
In grief and praise, Pfean and Requiem too !
In the Chamber of Deputies last week opposite parties
fought over the Civil Interment Bill, the Materialists
claiming for themselves as a Body to be placed on the
same footing with Christian believers. An odd conten-
tion: yet Shakspeare, who knew the worthlessness of
a mere body as well as anyone, when he put those lines
about “ Great Cjesak dead ” into Hamlet's mouth, set a
different store by his own bones when he invoked a curse
on anyone who should remove them. Well, as the
French Minister of Worship observed, “ When a man
dies he usually leaves something behind to which funeral
honour could be paid ”—at all events, he generaliy leaves
something to be paid, and frequently something to be
honoured, if it ’s only his “ acceptance.”
By an Anti-Wagner-Ring-Man.—“ Call his work
1 The Music of the Future ’! To my thinking it would
be more correctly described as ‘ The Music of the Im-
perfect.’ ”
HAPPY THOUGHT.
“My Niece’s bridal bouquet,” said Mrs. Ramsbotham,
“ was lovely. It was entirely composed of white corne-
lians and gardeners.”
Young Tonemdown has at last had a Picture (and a verv bad onj
TOO) HUNG ON THE LlNE AT THE RoYAL ACADEMY. He DISGUISES HIMSELF A'
A POLICEMAN, AND STANDS BY HIS PlCTURE ALL DAY. GrEAT SUCCESS !
TAKING OUR “PHIL” AT ST. JAMES’S HALL.
Bravo ! and so sav all his Sisters and his Cusins and his Aunts •
Certainly Mr. Cusins did give us a benefit of itlast Thursday night-
Fill Harmonic !—it was Crammed Harmonic, and not a seat to spare-
The only fault, perhaps, of the programme was that there was
bardly quite enough of it; the justice of this complaint the musical
public outside the hall can appreciate when we say that Master
Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony was one of the lightest and shortest
trifles in the bill of fare, whichwas breakfast, lunch, five o’clock tea
with muffins, dinner, and two suppers all in one.
The entertainment led off with Weber’s Preciosa ; Miss Santley
appeared as the heroine of thetale, and Mr. Sam Brandram as the Tale
itself ; that is, his business was to come in as a Speaking, but not a
Singing Chorus. This arrangement reminded us somewhat of the old
style of comic song, when after each verse came a sort of stage-
direction “ spoken," and the singer used to interpolate some-
thing of this sort—“ Well, then she takes his arm and goes out
walking all round the Regency Park up to the Zoological Gardens,
H,nd when she saw one of the horrid animals on the top of a long
pole, she gave a little scream, and he puts his arm round her waist
and says—(Chorus by everyone) —
“ 0 Jemima, 0 Jemima,
Don’t I love you ! Oh ! ”
This is what Mr. Brandram; had to do. He did it well; but
we deeply sympathised with him, as, whenever he was becoming
excited and really arriving at anythiDg like a thrillingly dramatic
situation, he was at once put down by Mr. Cusins’ bdton, which
waved him away, clearly implying, “ flere, that ’ll do, we ’ve had
enough of you—it ’s somebody else’s turn now,” and up rose all the
sporting Ladies wearing the blue, or red, riband jockey-fashion, and
up rose all the Gentlemen of the Chorus, and down sat Mr. Bran-
dram abashed and temporarily disheartened; though in a most
Christian spirit he soon forgot andforgave, coming up again smiling
when kindly called upon so to do by Mr. Cusins.
As an introduction to the Cantata, Mr. Brandram: good-naturedly
gave us the names of the dramatis personce. This, apparently, wa:
a sudden effort of his own inspired imagination, as not a singh
name mentioned by him as being necessary to the plot eould w<
find in the list of characters in the book. Among generalities ht
announced, in an off-hand way, what sounded to us at a distanct
like “ Chorus of Spanish Noodles; ” but this certainly wasn’t in th<
book, and for the life of us we can’t even now make out what he
intended to convey.
When Mr. Brandram gave us an indication of Preciosa, he tem-
porarily posed in the perky attitude of a sprightly burlesque chorus-
ballet-girl, butasMiss Santley, whom wewereto recognise offioiallv
as Preciosa, did not at all enter into t.he spirit of this impersonation.
it seemed as if there were a coolness between the Lady and Gentle-
man on this point, and so they had necessarily to be kept apart by
Mr. Cusins, like the Gueen’s Proctor, “ intervening.”
Mr. Brandram’s view of Preciosa is doubtless correct—a sort of
Esmeralda, half gipsy, half ballet-dancer, a kind of First-of-May
“ My Lady ” with the ladle ; and this idea was borne out by hisimita-
tion of Preciosas Mamma, whom he represented as speaking and
hobbling like Old Mother Hubbard in the first scene of a Pantomime.
His “ Captain,” who suddenlv interrupts Preciosa's soliloquy in the
castle, was a first-rate hit of Tommy-up-the-Chimney ventriloquism,
the illusion being so perfect, that at first we really thought tbe voice
came from the second violin, and wondered how he managed to do
it, and yet look so serenely innocent.
We have no space for further description. The New Pianist,
Signor Squambado* played for a long time, but he onlv touched the
piano—not his audieuce. Mme. Nilssen was rapturously greeted
Beethoven’s Pastoral was, as always, delightfully refreshing; bu>
confound those Music Hall singers !—the reminiscences of “ Righl
you are, savs Moses,” must occur to anyone who is unfortunately
intimate with the refrain of that popular song, on hearing the
recurring pbrase of the Shepherd’s pipe in the penultimate part
of the Symphony.
* We really mustleave thisname as printed. It is longsinee we haveseer
such a capital title. As a matter of fact the gentleman is Signor Sgambati
231
IN MEMORIAM.
jFoully Murdered in Phoenix Park, Dublin, on May 6th, 1882.
As blameless as tbe flowers 'which. borrow stain
From the spilt ruddy life-stream of the slaiu,
When battle rages ’midst the fields of Spring :
As bravely fallen as the few who mount
The dread death-breathing breach, nor pause to count
The shot’s quick crashing, or the steel’s swift swing:
Rest, while the whole land’s voice lifts to the blue,
In grief and praise, Pfean and Requiem too !
In the Chamber of Deputies last week opposite parties
fought over the Civil Interment Bill, the Materialists
claiming for themselves as a Body to be placed on the
same footing with Christian believers. An odd conten-
tion: yet Shakspeare, who knew the worthlessness of
a mere body as well as anyone, when he put those lines
about “ Great Cjesak dead ” into Hamlet's mouth, set a
different store by his own bones when he invoked a curse
on anyone who should remove them. Well, as the
French Minister of Worship observed, “ When a man
dies he usually leaves something behind to which funeral
honour could be paid ”—at all events, he generaliy leaves
something to be paid, and frequently something to be
honoured, if it ’s only his “ acceptance.”
By an Anti-Wagner-Ring-Man.—“ Call his work
1 The Music of the Future ’! To my thinking it would
be more correctly described as ‘ The Music of the Im-
perfect.’ ”
HAPPY THOUGHT.
“My Niece’s bridal bouquet,” said Mrs. Ramsbotham,
“ was lovely. It was entirely composed of white corne-
lians and gardeners.”
Young Tonemdown has at last had a Picture (and a verv bad onj
TOO) HUNG ON THE LlNE AT THE RoYAL ACADEMY. He DISGUISES HIMSELF A'
A POLICEMAN, AND STANDS BY HIS PlCTURE ALL DAY. GrEAT SUCCESS !
TAKING OUR “PHIL” AT ST. JAMES’S HALL.
Bravo ! and so sav all his Sisters and his Cusins and his Aunts •
Certainly Mr. Cusins did give us a benefit of itlast Thursday night-
Fill Harmonic !—it was Crammed Harmonic, and not a seat to spare-
The only fault, perhaps, of the programme was that there was
bardly quite enough of it; the justice of this complaint the musical
public outside the hall can appreciate when we say that Master
Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony was one of the lightest and shortest
trifles in the bill of fare, whichwas breakfast, lunch, five o’clock tea
with muffins, dinner, and two suppers all in one.
The entertainment led off with Weber’s Preciosa ; Miss Santley
appeared as the heroine of thetale, and Mr. Sam Brandram as the Tale
itself ; that is, his business was to come in as a Speaking, but not a
Singing Chorus. This arrangement reminded us somewhat of the old
style of comic song, when after each verse came a sort of stage-
direction “ spoken," and the singer used to interpolate some-
thing of this sort—“ Well, then she takes his arm and goes out
walking all round the Regency Park up to the Zoological Gardens,
H,nd when she saw one of the horrid animals on the top of a long
pole, she gave a little scream, and he puts his arm round her waist
and says—(Chorus by everyone) —
“ 0 Jemima, 0 Jemima,
Don’t I love you ! Oh ! ”
This is what Mr. Brandram; had to do. He did it well; but
we deeply sympathised with him, as, whenever he was becoming
excited and really arriving at anythiDg like a thrillingly dramatic
situation, he was at once put down by Mr. Cusins’ bdton, which
waved him away, clearly implying, “ flere, that ’ll do, we ’ve had
enough of you—it ’s somebody else’s turn now,” and up rose all the
sporting Ladies wearing the blue, or red, riband jockey-fashion, and
up rose all the Gentlemen of the Chorus, and down sat Mr. Bran-
dram abashed and temporarily disheartened; though in a most
Christian spirit he soon forgot andforgave, coming up again smiling
when kindly called upon so to do by Mr. Cusins.
As an introduction to the Cantata, Mr. Brandram: good-naturedly
gave us the names of the dramatis personce. This, apparently, wa:
a sudden effort of his own inspired imagination, as not a singh
name mentioned by him as being necessary to the plot eould w<
find in the list of characters in the book. Among generalities ht
announced, in an off-hand way, what sounded to us at a distanct
like “ Chorus of Spanish Noodles; ” but this certainly wasn’t in th<
book, and for the life of us we can’t even now make out what he
intended to convey.
When Mr. Brandram gave us an indication of Preciosa, he tem-
porarily posed in the perky attitude of a sprightly burlesque chorus-
ballet-girl, butasMiss Santley, whom wewereto recognise offioiallv
as Preciosa, did not at all enter into t.he spirit of this impersonation.
it seemed as if there were a coolness between the Lady and Gentle-
man on this point, and so they had necessarily to be kept apart by
Mr. Cusins, like the Gueen’s Proctor, “ intervening.”
Mr. Brandram’s view of Preciosa is doubtless correct—a sort of
Esmeralda, half gipsy, half ballet-dancer, a kind of First-of-May
“ My Lady ” with the ladle ; and this idea was borne out by hisimita-
tion of Preciosas Mamma, whom he represented as speaking and
hobbling like Old Mother Hubbard in the first scene of a Pantomime.
His “ Captain,” who suddenlv interrupts Preciosa's soliloquy in the
castle, was a first-rate hit of Tommy-up-the-Chimney ventriloquism,
the illusion being so perfect, that at first we really thought tbe voice
came from the second violin, and wondered how he managed to do
it, and yet look so serenely innocent.
We have no space for further description. The New Pianist,
Signor Squambado* played for a long time, but he onlv touched the
piano—not his audieuce. Mme. Nilssen was rapturously greeted
Beethoven’s Pastoral was, as always, delightfully refreshing; bu>
confound those Music Hall singers !—the reminiscences of “ Righl
you are, savs Moses,” must occur to anyone who is unfortunately
intimate with the refrain of that popular song, on hearing the
recurring pbrase of the Shepherd’s pipe in the penultimate part
of the Symphony.
* We really mustleave thisname as printed. It is longsinee we haveseer
such a capital title. As a matter of fact the gentleman is Signor Sgambati