DOI Heft:
August 25, 1883
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August 25, 1883.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM
THE DIARY OF TORY, M.P.
House of Commons, Monday Night,
August 13.—Dunny brook Fair in House to-
rn,a-ht. “ But,” as O’Shea says, regret-
fully, “ Bonnybrook under disadvantages.
Been raining all night; slush up to your
ankles, and the whiskey bad.”
Whole thing had too much air of pre-
arranged performance. Hot been a lively
Session for Irish Members.
“ We’ve never been the same men,” says
T. D. Sullivan, with a sigh, “ since
Forster left us. He was the making of
us as a party. Always foresaw the conse-
quences. Told Healy he was doing a bad
thing for Ireland—that is, for us—when
he and the rest combined to drive out
Forster.”
I What with that, and stoppage of American
| funds, things gone hard with the patriots.
Felt necessity of having at least one good
burst before Session closed. The nearer
the end the more useful the effect. Govern-
ment obligingly assented. Irish votes post-
poned from week to week till to-night, when,
after due notice, they are moved. Large
muster of Irish Members. Severe competi-
tion for Grand Prix, to be won by Member
who can heap on absent men the coarsest
abuse without being suspended. Healy
very good. Harrington a poor creature,
making shrill echoes of Healy’s invective.
The O’Kelly moderately explosive O’ Brien
intense, not to say too-too. T. P. Connor
blustering. All the delicate nature and
highly-strung temperament of Mr. Callan
vibrating at what, falling in love with his
own sarcasm, he frequently alludes to as
“ the chaste and virtuous Bolton.” But
the palm and the prix carried away by
Joseph Gillis. Something so delightfully
j udicial in his manner whilst saying most
horrible things, and over all the air of con-
viction and ingenuousness, that endear
Joseph to the least susceptible heart.
Moreover, he reaches heights unsealed even
by the venomous weakness of Harrington.
He represents the murderers of Lord F.
Cavendish and Mr. Burke as the helpless
victims of Government machinations, done
to death by bribed witnesses and packed
juries.
“ I suppose now,” I said to Mr. Healy,
“ that this sort of thing goes down in Ire-
land ? A little wearisome here after the
seventh hour. One feels as refreshed as if
he ’d been bathing in the Thames by a sewer
outfall. But of course you must live.”
“ Sorry for you, Toby,” said Tim, who
isn’t such a had fellow, after all. “But
we ’re obliged to do it. As you say, we
must live. But won’t trouble you again.
This’ll see us over the Recess.”
Business done.—Some Irish Votes passed.
Tuesday.—Quite affecting scene in House
to-night. Bankruptcy Bill comes up on
Report stage. Conservatives insist upon
falling on Chamberlain’s neck and kissing
him.
“ Hever was such a Minister,” says Mr.
Ritchie. “ Ho, never,” says Mr. Whxtely.
“Well, hardly ever,” says Mr. Dixon
Hartland, who, having fought Bill tooth
and nail in Grand Committee, feels necessity
of coming down gently.
General chorus of testimony as to skill,
tact, and ability shown by Chamberlain in
piloting the Bill through Grand Committee.
“ Talk about the lion lying down with the
lamb ! ” says Harcodrt, who doesn’t re-
member any time when his undoubted
RETROSPECTION.
Scene—Aesthetic Neighbourhood.
Converted Betting Man (plays First Concertina in Salvation Army Band). “ Pooty Ouses
they builds in these Subu’bs, Mr. Swagget.”
Mr. S. [Reformed Burglar and Banner-Bearer in the same). “Ah ! and how ’andy them
LITTLE BAL-CO-NIES WOULD ’a’ BEEN IN FORMER-”
[A warning flourish on the Concertina, and Mr. S. drops the subject!
excellence was acknowledged from Conservative Benches, “nothing to this. Does anybody
know where I could find a cockatrice’s den? Should like to go and put my hand in it.”
“ Better try your foot,” says Attorney-General. “ More accustomed to putting that in.”
“Tell you what, young fellows,” Hartington says from under the brim of his hat,
“ Chamberlain’s done more than saved the Bankruptcy Bill. He’s saved Grand Committees.
If his Committee had not done more than yours, James, we should never have dared to propose
renewal of experiment.
Sir William McArthur wanted to ask “ How about Madagascar ? ” Henry, desirous of
changing the subject, proposes to ask the worthy Alderman “ How about Lambeth ?” Hot
sure, however, that he’d make much of the question. Few scenes of equal interest to that
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM
THE DIARY OF TORY, M.P.
House of Commons, Monday Night,
August 13.—Dunny brook Fair in House to-
rn,a-ht. “ But,” as O’Shea says, regret-
fully, “ Bonnybrook under disadvantages.
Been raining all night; slush up to your
ankles, and the whiskey bad.”
Whole thing had too much air of pre-
arranged performance. Hot been a lively
Session for Irish Members.
“ We’ve never been the same men,” says
T. D. Sullivan, with a sigh, “ since
Forster left us. He was the making of
us as a party. Always foresaw the conse-
quences. Told Healy he was doing a bad
thing for Ireland—that is, for us—when
he and the rest combined to drive out
Forster.”
I What with that, and stoppage of American
| funds, things gone hard with the patriots.
Felt necessity of having at least one good
burst before Session closed. The nearer
the end the more useful the effect. Govern-
ment obligingly assented. Irish votes post-
poned from week to week till to-night, when,
after due notice, they are moved. Large
muster of Irish Members. Severe competi-
tion for Grand Prix, to be won by Member
who can heap on absent men the coarsest
abuse without being suspended. Healy
very good. Harrington a poor creature,
making shrill echoes of Healy’s invective.
The O’Kelly moderately explosive O’ Brien
intense, not to say too-too. T. P. Connor
blustering. All the delicate nature and
highly-strung temperament of Mr. Callan
vibrating at what, falling in love with his
own sarcasm, he frequently alludes to as
“ the chaste and virtuous Bolton.” But
the palm and the prix carried away by
Joseph Gillis. Something so delightfully
j udicial in his manner whilst saying most
horrible things, and over all the air of con-
viction and ingenuousness, that endear
Joseph to the least susceptible heart.
Moreover, he reaches heights unsealed even
by the venomous weakness of Harrington.
He represents the murderers of Lord F.
Cavendish and Mr. Burke as the helpless
victims of Government machinations, done
to death by bribed witnesses and packed
juries.
“ I suppose now,” I said to Mr. Healy,
“ that this sort of thing goes down in Ire-
land ? A little wearisome here after the
seventh hour. One feels as refreshed as if
he ’d been bathing in the Thames by a sewer
outfall. But of course you must live.”
“ Sorry for you, Toby,” said Tim, who
isn’t such a had fellow, after all. “But
we ’re obliged to do it. As you say, we
must live. But won’t trouble you again.
This’ll see us over the Recess.”
Business done.—Some Irish Votes passed.
Tuesday.—Quite affecting scene in House
to-night. Bankruptcy Bill comes up on
Report stage. Conservatives insist upon
falling on Chamberlain’s neck and kissing
him.
“ Hever was such a Minister,” says Mr.
Ritchie. “ Ho, never,” says Mr. Whxtely.
“Well, hardly ever,” says Mr. Dixon
Hartland, who, having fought Bill tooth
and nail in Grand Committee, feels necessity
of coming down gently.
General chorus of testimony as to skill,
tact, and ability shown by Chamberlain in
piloting the Bill through Grand Committee.
“ Talk about the lion lying down with the
lamb ! ” says Harcodrt, who doesn’t re-
member any time when his undoubted
RETROSPECTION.
Scene—Aesthetic Neighbourhood.
Converted Betting Man (plays First Concertina in Salvation Army Band). “ Pooty Ouses
they builds in these Subu’bs, Mr. Swagget.”
Mr. S. [Reformed Burglar and Banner-Bearer in the same). “Ah ! and how ’andy them
LITTLE BAL-CO-NIES WOULD ’a’ BEEN IN FORMER-”
[A warning flourish on the Concertina, and Mr. S. drops the subject!
excellence was acknowledged from Conservative Benches, “nothing to this. Does anybody
know where I could find a cockatrice’s den? Should like to go and put my hand in it.”
“ Better try your foot,” says Attorney-General. “ More accustomed to putting that in.”
“Tell you what, young fellows,” Hartington says from under the brim of his hat,
“ Chamberlain’s done more than saved the Bankruptcy Bill. He’s saved Grand Committees.
If his Committee had not done more than yours, James, we should never have dared to propose
renewal of experiment.
Sir William McArthur wanted to ask “ How about Madagascar ? ” Henry, desirous of
changing the subject, proposes to ask the worthy Alderman “ How about Lambeth ?” Hot
sure, however, that he’d make much of the question. Few scenes of equal interest to that