DOI issue:
August 26, 1882
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17753#0103
August 26, 1882.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
95
TOUCH OF HUMOUR,”
Dignified School-Board Visitor. “Now, my Boy, suppose you were to give me a Penny, and I were to give you back a
Halepenny, how much should I owe' you ? ”
[At this Question a grin of delight lit up the little faces—the Gentleman was at last beginning to ‘1 make fun.”
Lowest Boy [quite ready for him). “What yer’d jolly well Stick to, if yer Gor ’old of it!”
[.A peal of Laughter all round, and Examination breaks up /
“ A DANIEL COME TO JUDGMENT ! ”
“ Mr. C. Villiers Stanford has written to a contemporary to say that
having been asked to compose an Inaugural March for the opening of the
Dublin Exhibition, and having taken an old Irish air as his theme, and
worked it up to a finish, ‘introducing “God Save the Queen” fortissimo on
the brass instruments,’ he was informed by the Committee that they must in
consequence decline to accept his composition.”—Daily Paper.
Scene—The Interior of a Glass-House. Enter the Shade of Daniel
O’Connell. He pauses before an Efftt/y of himself crowned
with laurel, and surmounted by a treasonable Flag. A Cosmo-
politan Patriot approaches him obsequiously.
Daniel O' Connell. Ah ! shure —and what’s this ?
Cosmopolitan Patriot (with strong Yankee accent). Wal,—I cal-
culate that’s done to do honour to your memory. Smartly fixed up,
ain’t it F
Daniel O' Connell. I don’t understand you, my friend. A harp,
without the Crown f If that symbolises anything, it means rank
treason; and if you’ve read the history of your country, and
recognise the lifelong struggle in which I was engaged for its true
enfranchisement, you must know better than to associate my memory
with such stuff as this. [He tears it down.) It’s a disgrace and
degradation to the cause.
Cosmopolitan Patriot. Hold on there, Stranger! You’re just
wastin’ the League’s money there that you are! Guess you’ll
have a two-inch chalk-mark against your name in New York if you
don’t take care.
Daniel O' Connell. New York ? Then you ’re not an Irishman ?
Cosmopolitan Patriot. Thar—you ’re out. Stranger ; I’m Irish—•
from the other side of the Water ;—and that is real grit, that is.
Shall I swear you in ? [Produces treasonable form of oath.
Daniel O' Connell. Stay, my friend. It looks as if I hadn’t made
myself plain. Or perhaps others, for their own vile and miserable
purposes, have traded on the magic of my name. Now, listen!
What I did for Ireland, I did as a true and as a loyal politician, and
the men of that day who followed me upon the path to which I led
them, were of a different mould and spirit to the wretched crew of
cowards and traitors who, in these later times, have usurped their
heritage and discredited their labour. There are some brave and
honest men still working for Ireland. But, at a time when the Impe-
rial Government has, for a notable effort of just legislation, merited
the gratitude of your fellow-countrymen, you are compassing the dis-
ruption of the Empire ; and with a brazen effrontery you inaugurate
a national enterprise by an avowed insult to your Queen. Such
things were not of my day. On the fifth of December, 1839, when
addressing at Bandon an enthusiastic assemblage of my fellow-
countrymen, I spoke as follows :—“ Let every man,” I said, “ in the
vast and multitudinous assembly stretched out before me, who is
loyal to the Queen, and would defend her to the last, hold up his
right hand ! ” And to that appeal, as the papers of the time will
tell you, the entire assembly responded with prolonged and tu-
multuous cheering. That was the spirit of those days, and to it was
due the dignity, the durability, and the depth of the mighty agita-
tion of which I was then the centre, and have since remained the
sign. C ^ anishes.
Cosmopolitan Patriot. Wal—that may be ; but beside Biggar I
call you artichoke peelins.
[Exit, to have a “ liquor up ” with the I. R. S. C.
Mrs. Ramsbotham thinks the recent opposition, to Benefits a
reflection on the Church of England. “Wasn’t there,” she indig-
nantly asks, “Benefit of Clergy? And weren’t even the poor
Insolvents allowed to take the Benefit of the Act ?”
Proposed School for Smokers. —Cavendish College, Cambridge.
Undergraduates’ rooms to let in Rird’.~<-ye Buildings.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
95
TOUCH OF HUMOUR,”
Dignified School-Board Visitor. “Now, my Boy, suppose you were to give me a Penny, and I were to give you back a
Halepenny, how much should I owe' you ? ”
[At this Question a grin of delight lit up the little faces—the Gentleman was at last beginning to ‘1 make fun.”
Lowest Boy [quite ready for him). “What yer’d jolly well Stick to, if yer Gor ’old of it!”
[.A peal of Laughter all round, and Examination breaks up /
“ A DANIEL COME TO JUDGMENT ! ”
“ Mr. C. Villiers Stanford has written to a contemporary to say that
having been asked to compose an Inaugural March for the opening of the
Dublin Exhibition, and having taken an old Irish air as his theme, and
worked it up to a finish, ‘introducing “God Save the Queen” fortissimo on
the brass instruments,’ he was informed by the Committee that they must in
consequence decline to accept his composition.”—Daily Paper.
Scene—The Interior of a Glass-House. Enter the Shade of Daniel
O’Connell. He pauses before an Efftt/y of himself crowned
with laurel, and surmounted by a treasonable Flag. A Cosmo-
politan Patriot approaches him obsequiously.
Daniel O' Connell. Ah ! shure —and what’s this ?
Cosmopolitan Patriot (with strong Yankee accent). Wal,—I cal-
culate that’s done to do honour to your memory. Smartly fixed up,
ain’t it F
Daniel O' Connell. I don’t understand you, my friend. A harp,
without the Crown f If that symbolises anything, it means rank
treason; and if you’ve read the history of your country, and
recognise the lifelong struggle in which I was engaged for its true
enfranchisement, you must know better than to associate my memory
with such stuff as this. [He tears it down.) It’s a disgrace and
degradation to the cause.
Cosmopolitan Patriot. Hold on there, Stranger! You’re just
wastin’ the League’s money there that you are! Guess you’ll
have a two-inch chalk-mark against your name in New York if you
don’t take care.
Daniel O' Connell. New York ? Then you ’re not an Irishman ?
Cosmopolitan Patriot. Thar—you ’re out. Stranger ; I’m Irish—•
from the other side of the Water ;—and that is real grit, that is.
Shall I swear you in ? [Produces treasonable form of oath.
Daniel O' Connell. Stay, my friend. It looks as if I hadn’t made
myself plain. Or perhaps others, for their own vile and miserable
purposes, have traded on the magic of my name. Now, listen!
What I did for Ireland, I did as a true and as a loyal politician, and
the men of that day who followed me upon the path to which I led
them, were of a different mould and spirit to the wretched crew of
cowards and traitors who, in these later times, have usurped their
heritage and discredited their labour. There are some brave and
honest men still working for Ireland. But, at a time when the Impe-
rial Government has, for a notable effort of just legislation, merited
the gratitude of your fellow-countrymen, you are compassing the dis-
ruption of the Empire ; and with a brazen effrontery you inaugurate
a national enterprise by an avowed insult to your Queen. Such
things were not of my day. On the fifth of December, 1839, when
addressing at Bandon an enthusiastic assemblage of my fellow-
countrymen, I spoke as follows :—“ Let every man,” I said, “ in the
vast and multitudinous assembly stretched out before me, who is
loyal to the Queen, and would defend her to the last, hold up his
right hand ! ” And to that appeal, as the papers of the time will
tell you, the entire assembly responded with prolonged and tu-
multuous cheering. That was the spirit of those days, and to it was
due the dignity, the durability, and the depth of the mighty agita-
tion of which I was then the centre, and have since remained the
sign. C ^ anishes.
Cosmopolitan Patriot. Wal—that may be ; but beside Biggar I
call you artichoke peelins.
[Exit, to have a “ liquor up ” with the I. R. S. C.
Mrs. Ramsbotham thinks the recent opposition, to Benefits a
reflection on the Church of England. “Wasn’t there,” she indig-
nantly asks, “Benefit of Clergy? And weren’t even the poor
Insolvents allowed to take the Benefit of the Act ?”
Proposed School for Smokers. —Cavendish College, Cambridge.
Undergraduates’ rooms to let in Rird’.~<-ye Buildings.