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December 9, 1882
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276 PUNCH, OR. THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [December 9, 1882.
Another Motion for Adjournment to-night, which is pretty well for our New
Rules.
“Seems to me, Toby,” John Bright said, as we were having •. cigar in the
Smoking-Room, “ this Second Resolution is playing the devil with die.House—
I mean the devil who, being turned out, said he would go back to his house,
and finding it swept and garnished, took seven other spirits more wicked than
himself. The last state of this House, Toby, is worse than the first.”
Business done.—Begun the night’s work at half-past eleven. ’ Cross’s Motion
to negative First Resolution of Standing Committees rejected by 133 votes
against 77.
Wednesday Afternoon.—Quite affecting to see how inconsolable Tories are
in absence of W. E. G. The more pleasing, as one would never have suspected
it. It is, nowever, only their way. When they worry him, howl at him, and
in other ways vex his soul, it is only their way of showing their affection.
To-day this bubbled forth in irrepressible flood. William, having been in
constant attendance on Resolutions for five weeks, thought he might take
half-an-afternoon’s holiday. Hadn’t been gone an hour when Conservatives
The Grand Old Morgiana and the Forty Thieves.
began to grow uneasy. Parliamentary life had lost its principal charm. There
were Chamberlain and Hartington on the Treasury Bench, but no use baiting
them.
“Might as well try and stir up the Griffin with a long pole,” Randolph
grumbled; “give me Gladstone. Half a touch, a look, a word sets him off,
and fun begins.”
Discontent grew as afternoon advanced, and still no William. Randolph
tugged mercilessly at his moustache, Gorst groaned, Drummond Wolff ran in
and out of the House more than ever like a hen distressed for its chickens.
During short moments he remained could not be induced to do more than sit
on extreme edge of bench. Off again in a moment, and back again and off
again. Warton sunk in deep melancholy. Snuff delighted, him not, nor
“ Hear ! hear ! ” either. Yorke began to regret his action of Friday. Perhaps
he’d killed the goose that laid the golden egg on which personal insolence
throve. Stanley Leighton silent. Sir W. Barttelot anxious. The Alderman
dumb.
At length Hicks came to the rescue of the party.
“ Let us,” said this remarkable man,“ begin ab ovo. Let us move the Adjourn-
ment.”
So they moved the Adjournment. Declared couldn’t go on in the absence of
William, and so got through the afternoon without doing any work.
Thursday.—“Well,” said Randolph, stopping me in the Corridor, and
glaring upon me as if I were Mr. Gladstone, “what do you think of this
precious Ministry now ?”
“ What have they done ? ” I asked, with a sinking at the heart. Been out
of the House twenty minutes and one never knows what may have taken place
in that time.
“Why here’s the Irish Members imploring Gladstone to let them have a
Committee all to themselves, and he positively refuses! Never had such a
chance before. Not sure he ’ll ever have such another. If I’d been in his
place would have j umped at the offer. Put them all on the Committee, give
them a good strong room, start a subject of debate, and in two hours there
would be nothing of them left except O’Donnell’s eye-glass and the smile
of Joseph Gillis.”
And Randolph strode impatiently away. What a man it is! Full of
resource, quick to see, ready to act. A little weak on facts, as Gladstone
says ; but none of us are perfect.
Business done.—Standing Committees ordered.
Friday.—Autumn Session collapsed to-night with same suddenness and much
the same general air of surprise as pervades Mr. Philltp Callan’s hat when
he sits upon it. Randolph, had been talking cheerily about eating his
Christinas-pie in Members’ dining-room. Certainly, said everyone, Session
will go into next week. Only question, up to what day. This being settled,
Autumn Session died suddenly at twenty minutes to nine, deeply regretted.
Its end was peace, which is more than can be said of its beginning or its
middle. Business done.—Everybody goes home.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
Roijtledge’s Fvery Girl's Annual, edited by Miss
Alicia Leith.—The Frontispiece shows us a young Lady
in full swing.
Routledge’s Fvery Boys Annual, in which at p. 300
there is a picture of an Esquimaux Boy, which alone
ought to sell the book in consequence of the curiosity it
must.arouse to know all about him, and to learn if the
Esquimaux have ever read Pickwick, and are acquainted
with anything about the Fat Boy. If “ Every Boy ” for
whom, this work is compiled only knew about half of
what is contained in one of these Annuals, the School-
master’s occupation would be gone—as far as teaching
goes—but the Birch Tree would still be in full vigour.
Little Wide-Awake (George Routledge & Sons),
Mrs. Sale Barber’s highly-coloured Annual for Chil-
dren, illustrated by Miss E. Edwards. F. Barraud,
A. C.. Corbohld, and several others. Each story only
occupies a page ; and any page might be worse occupied
than in studying Little Wide-Awake.
The Changing Year, from the stores of Messrs. Cas-
sell, Petter, & Co., so full of excellent illustrations,
that there is no more drawing room left, and no
drawing-room should be without it.
From the same firm comes Peter Parley's Annual.
Dear old Peter! We remember him since—ah—well
—no matter; but this last observation does not apply
to Peter this year, who gives us plenty of matter, with
sufficient Art, and is not at all a re-peater of himself,
but is faster than ever, and only like a re-peater, inso-
much as the volume is a striking one, and quite up to
the time of day.
The Magazine of Art. Yol. Y. (Cassell & Co.)
Most interesting. Celare artem—better put it away, or
there won’t be much left of it when wanted as a gift on
Christmas Day, and much more may then be said of
A Parcel of Children, which is quite a child’s book.
Fred. Warne & Co. give us The Field, the Fox-
Hunt, and the Farm. It contains the Little Sports-
man’s Alphabet. The very book for a youthful sports-
man whose hobby is a horse.
A Guide to the Modern County Court, by G.. Smal-
man Smith, is evidently a first-rate book to put into the
hands of children at the same time that you give them
their Christmas-boxes.
This should go as the commentary on Layton Craft;
or, the Story of a Prodigal, by Alice Somerton. The
latter is rather serious, and the former will. be found
decidedly useful to all who can boast of their descent
from some of the oldest County Court Families in
England.
Abroad.—Evenings at home can be well spent over
Abroad. We noticed this interesting and amusing book
last week, but—
Quite forgot to say Abroad
published, by Marcus Ward.
THE EXHIBITION OF THE ROYAL WATER-
COLOUR SOCIETY.
Air—“ Teetotal Family.”
If you are cautious, or comic, or critical,
If you are pious, or proud or political;
If you are popular, poor or poetical,.
If you are earnest, intense or aesthetical;
If you are sober, serene or censorial,
If you ’ve a longing for banquets pictorial—
Go to the Royal Water-Colour Society,
Where Sir John Gilbert presides with propriety f
Chorus.
Tol-de-rol. tol-de-rol, tol-de-rol, li-ety!
Go to the Royal Water-Colour Society !
*** The Card for the Private Yiew was sent by mistake to-
our Festive Frivoller instead of our Dreary Picture-Doer. W&
think our readers may congratulate themselves on the error.
Fancy the ^Esthetic and Diaphanous Mrs. Bernard-
Brere advertising the Laureate’s Promise of May as a
“Great Attraction for the Cattle-Show Week!” She
expects to catch the Northern Farmer, and bring the
, scent of the hay (pace Pinero) in front of the footlights..
Another Motion for Adjournment to-night, which is pretty well for our New
Rules.
“Seems to me, Toby,” John Bright said, as we were having •. cigar in the
Smoking-Room, “ this Second Resolution is playing the devil with die.House—
I mean the devil who, being turned out, said he would go back to his house,
and finding it swept and garnished, took seven other spirits more wicked than
himself. The last state of this House, Toby, is worse than the first.”
Business done.—Begun the night’s work at half-past eleven. ’ Cross’s Motion
to negative First Resolution of Standing Committees rejected by 133 votes
against 77.
Wednesday Afternoon.—Quite affecting to see how inconsolable Tories are
in absence of W. E. G. The more pleasing, as one would never have suspected
it. It is, nowever, only their way. When they worry him, howl at him, and
in other ways vex his soul, it is only their way of showing their affection.
To-day this bubbled forth in irrepressible flood. William, having been in
constant attendance on Resolutions for five weeks, thought he might take
half-an-afternoon’s holiday. Hadn’t been gone an hour when Conservatives
The Grand Old Morgiana and the Forty Thieves.
began to grow uneasy. Parliamentary life had lost its principal charm. There
were Chamberlain and Hartington on the Treasury Bench, but no use baiting
them.
“Might as well try and stir up the Griffin with a long pole,” Randolph
grumbled; “give me Gladstone. Half a touch, a look, a word sets him off,
and fun begins.”
Discontent grew as afternoon advanced, and still no William. Randolph
tugged mercilessly at his moustache, Gorst groaned, Drummond Wolff ran in
and out of the House more than ever like a hen distressed for its chickens.
During short moments he remained could not be induced to do more than sit
on extreme edge of bench. Off again in a moment, and back again and off
again. Warton sunk in deep melancholy. Snuff delighted, him not, nor
“ Hear ! hear ! ” either. Yorke began to regret his action of Friday. Perhaps
he’d killed the goose that laid the golden egg on which personal insolence
throve. Stanley Leighton silent. Sir W. Barttelot anxious. The Alderman
dumb.
At length Hicks came to the rescue of the party.
“ Let us,” said this remarkable man,“ begin ab ovo. Let us move the Adjourn-
ment.”
So they moved the Adjournment. Declared couldn’t go on in the absence of
William, and so got through the afternoon without doing any work.
Thursday.—“Well,” said Randolph, stopping me in the Corridor, and
glaring upon me as if I were Mr. Gladstone, “what do you think of this
precious Ministry now ?”
“ What have they done ? ” I asked, with a sinking at the heart. Been out
of the House twenty minutes and one never knows what may have taken place
in that time.
“Why here’s the Irish Members imploring Gladstone to let them have a
Committee all to themselves, and he positively refuses! Never had such a
chance before. Not sure he ’ll ever have such another. If I’d been in his
place would have j umped at the offer. Put them all on the Committee, give
them a good strong room, start a subject of debate, and in two hours there
would be nothing of them left except O’Donnell’s eye-glass and the smile
of Joseph Gillis.”
And Randolph strode impatiently away. What a man it is! Full of
resource, quick to see, ready to act. A little weak on facts, as Gladstone
says ; but none of us are perfect.
Business done.—Standing Committees ordered.
Friday.—Autumn Session collapsed to-night with same suddenness and much
the same general air of surprise as pervades Mr. Philltp Callan’s hat when
he sits upon it. Randolph, had been talking cheerily about eating his
Christinas-pie in Members’ dining-room. Certainly, said everyone, Session
will go into next week. Only question, up to what day. This being settled,
Autumn Session died suddenly at twenty minutes to nine, deeply regretted.
Its end was peace, which is more than can be said of its beginning or its
middle. Business done.—Everybody goes home.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
Roijtledge’s Fvery Girl's Annual, edited by Miss
Alicia Leith.—The Frontispiece shows us a young Lady
in full swing.
Routledge’s Fvery Boys Annual, in which at p. 300
there is a picture of an Esquimaux Boy, which alone
ought to sell the book in consequence of the curiosity it
must.arouse to know all about him, and to learn if the
Esquimaux have ever read Pickwick, and are acquainted
with anything about the Fat Boy. If “ Every Boy ” for
whom, this work is compiled only knew about half of
what is contained in one of these Annuals, the School-
master’s occupation would be gone—as far as teaching
goes—but the Birch Tree would still be in full vigour.
Little Wide-Awake (George Routledge & Sons),
Mrs. Sale Barber’s highly-coloured Annual for Chil-
dren, illustrated by Miss E. Edwards. F. Barraud,
A. C.. Corbohld, and several others. Each story only
occupies a page ; and any page might be worse occupied
than in studying Little Wide-Awake.
The Changing Year, from the stores of Messrs. Cas-
sell, Petter, & Co., so full of excellent illustrations,
that there is no more drawing room left, and no
drawing-room should be without it.
From the same firm comes Peter Parley's Annual.
Dear old Peter! We remember him since—ah—well
—no matter; but this last observation does not apply
to Peter this year, who gives us plenty of matter, with
sufficient Art, and is not at all a re-peater of himself,
but is faster than ever, and only like a re-peater, inso-
much as the volume is a striking one, and quite up to
the time of day.
The Magazine of Art. Yol. Y. (Cassell & Co.)
Most interesting. Celare artem—better put it away, or
there won’t be much left of it when wanted as a gift on
Christmas Day, and much more may then be said of
A Parcel of Children, which is quite a child’s book.
Fred. Warne & Co. give us The Field, the Fox-
Hunt, and the Farm. It contains the Little Sports-
man’s Alphabet. The very book for a youthful sports-
man whose hobby is a horse.
A Guide to the Modern County Court, by G.. Smal-
man Smith, is evidently a first-rate book to put into the
hands of children at the same time that you give them
their Christmas-boxes.
This should go as the commentary on Layton Craft;
or, the Story of a Prodigal, by Alice Somerton. The
latter is rather serious, and the former will. be found
decidedly useful to all who can boast of their descent
from some of the oldest County Court Families in
England.
Abroad.—Evenings at home can be well spent over
Abroad. We noticed this interesting and amusing book
last week, but—
Quite forgot to say Abroad
published, by Marcus Ward.
THE EXHIBITION OF THE ROYAL WATER-
COLOUR SOCIETY.
Air—“ Teetotal Family.”
If you are cautious, or comic, or critical,
If you are pious, or proud or political;
If you are popular, poor or poetical,.
If you are earnest, intense or aesthetical;
If you are sober, serene or censorial,
If you ’ve a longing for banquets pictorial—
Go to the Royal Water-Colour Society,
Where Sir John Gilbert presides with propriety f
Chorus.
Tol-de-rol. tol-de-rol, tol-de-rol, li-ety!
Go to the Royal Water-Colour Society !
*** The Card for the Private Yiew was sent by mistake to-
our Festive Frivoller instead of our Dreary Picture-Doer. W&
think our readers may congratulate themselves on the error.
Fancy the ^Esthetic and Diaphanous Mrs. Bernard-
Brere advertising the Laureate’s Promise of May as a
“Great Attraction for the Cattle-Show Week!” She
expects to catch the Northern Farmer, and bring the
, scent of the hay (pace Pinero) in front of the footlights..