Punch (85.1883)

November 24, 1883.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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“POOR SWEEPAR, SIR!”

Benevolent Stroller [feeling in his pockets). “ I’m afraid I haven’t A Penny-”

Reduced Party [wistfully). “I did not specify the Coin, Sap. !”

% \_It came to Sixpence !

ART GOING TO THE WALL.

A Mosaic, for which Mr. Watts has prepared a Car-
toon from his Picture of “ Time, Death, and Judgment
is to be placed outside St. Jude’s Church, in Whitechapel,
as a permanent memento of the Art Exhibitions for the
Poor which have been held there for several years past.
Bravo ! St. Jude has again and again proved itself a
Church of great spirit—in fact, a Jude d'esprit, and not
hampered by narrow notions of rigid Jude-aic economy.
“Mosaic is eternal,” said Ghirlandaio, and it seems
that six square feet of eternity can be had for £200. St.
John’s Church, in the Waterloo Road, is said to be con-
templating a similar investment. The Pall Mall Gazette
hopes that “ these Mosaics may pave the way for many
more.” This is equivocal, but the P. M. G. is not to
be suspected of a joke. Mosaic pavements are common
enough already, but these High Art Mosaics would pre-
sumably adorn our walls. And thereby hangs a horrid
haunting suggestion. What if the Advertisers get hold
of the notion ? We wish well to the Art-idea—so long
as it is not—as it now too often is—the slave of self-
trumpeting Trade. But fancy Augustus in Mosaic, or
Squeers’s Soap eternised by a Ghirlandaio among Bill-
Stickers ! After that, the—Mosaic—Deluge ! ! !

“And is this Fame”?

We ’ve just seen the wrapperof a newspaper addressed—

“ OSCAR WILDE,

Poet,

LONDON.”

And in the corner above is written “Not Known." Some
kind person had scribbled on it “Try No. 4, X*****
Place,” but it had evidently been returned to St. Martin’s
with the fatal words, “Not Known.”

The Smith Celebration.

We beg to remind our readers that the four-hundredth
anniversary of the birthday of the Immortal Smith will
be celebrated in the November of next year. This event
is likely to cause the liveliest interest, not only through-
out Great Britain, but in every part of the world where
the English language is spoken.

CHRISTMAS LEAVES.

The Fairies sat in Council and they passed in quick review,

Smart albums, cards and picture-books, bright, beautiful, and new!

They come in scarlet and in gold, a brave defiant host,

They come at morn, at night, at noon, by Fairy Parcel Post!

From Routledge in the Broadway and from Cassell on the Hill,
From Marcus Ward in Chandos Street, from Mansell come they still;
From Griffith, too, and Farran and from Waterston also,

From Hildesheimer, Faulkner and from Marion & Co.:

From Frederick Warne in Bedford Street, from Raphael, Tuck &
Son,

'Come the Fairy Parcel-Postmen exuberant with fun !

Now Cobweb, Moth, and Mustard-seed will here divulge to you,

The critical opinion of the Fairyland Review.

Bedight with gold and colours bright are countless Christmas cards,
The work of many Artists with the song of many Bards!

The Maids of Lee, The Men of Ware, are graphic, bright, and terse,
For Hodgson does the drawings and Weatherly the verse :

Told in Twilight, with its verses, you ’ll gladly contemplate,

The pictures by Miss Edwards and John Staples are first-rate.
Friends Divided—Won’t the boys and girls devour it with zest ?

’Tis bright and Henty-taming—G. A. Henty at his best!

In Time of War, by James F. Cobb, details the Commune’s strife;
Cadet to Captain, Percy Groves, depicts a soldier’s life.

Mid and Ensign is a treasure to “ the fathers of the men ; ”

The pictures are by Petherick, the tale by Manville Fenn.

Oh, Kingston, well-beloved of boys, though thrilling yarns you spin,
You never spun a better one than that called Paddy Finn !

While Chums will suit the youngsters well, as Severne tells the tale
And Harry Furniss illustrates, “ there ’s no such word as fail.”
But if you want bright books for girls, as sure enough you must
Read Mrs. Gellie’s pretty tale—she calls it Nora’s Trust.

-Miss Marshall’s Court and Cottage, you will not forget to view,
And Lily and her Brothers we must introduce to you.

The Holly Series, for Holly Days—a very patent joke,—

They ’re just the thing, the very thing for very little folk!

There’s Little Thumb, by Andersen—a King in Fairyland—

With cuts by Laura Troubkidge, you will never leave unscanned:
Brave Lives, by Clara Mateaux, would be difficult to match :
Myself and Friends, for little ones, is writ bv Olive Patch,

A simple tale for simple folk and full of good advice,

And Daisy Dimple's Scrap-book is a baby’s Paradise!

You never saw, we’ll bet a crown, a smarter volume than
The Taylors’ pleasant verses, which are christened Little Ann
The flavour of a faded age revives again to-day
In countless pretty pictures by expert Kate Greenaway !

And. Phiz's Funny Stories and his Funny Alphabets,

Will smooth the road to knowledge for innumerable pets ;

And Caldecott’s brave Picture-Books, we hail as Christmas comes—
They ’re better far than pudding, and they ’re quite as full of plums !
Here’s dear old Hawthorne’s Twice fold Tales and Tanglewood
also,

As fresh as when we read them first a many years ago;

The numbers called the Queen's Gift, will the youngsters quickly
spot,

And won’t forget the series that is named Forget-me-not.

Philip Farlow, writ by Trowbridge, to read you can’t refuse,
Captain Pimple's strange adventures you ’ll merrily peruse !

While Robin, by Scott Gatty, you ’ll reckon very nice,

With C. A. Doyle’s quaint drawings to the favourite Blind Mice.
Here’s the British Army Album, of very choice design,

For friends who ’re in the Cavalry, the Guards, or in the Line :

And here’s the Fairy Album, and you clearly understand
Its graceful and unique designs come straight from Fairyland.

With books in gorgeous bindings, pink, green, and red and blue
We’ve only space to mention in the Fairyland Review.

Thought by a Goldsmith on seeing the Lady Mayoress eating
Turtle—“ She Stoops to Conger.”