DOI issue:
July 5, 1884
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17757#0019
July 5, 1884.1
PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
11
Wednesday— Front Bench proposes and
Randolph disposes. Meeting of Conserva-
tive Leaders yesterday to consider desira-
bility of Third Vote of Censure.
“I’m for it,” said Gibson, frankly.
“ There’s luck in odd numbers, says Rory
O’More, and so say I.”
But other counsels prevailed. Decided
not to move Resolution, hut to summon
Party. During afternoon Randolph met
Beach in corridor.
“Have a pleasant meeting, Mikey?”
Randolph asked.
“ Pretty well. Decided not to move Vote
of Censure.”
“Oh, yes, you will,” said Randolph,
giving new turn to conversation and his
moustache.
“ Think so?” Beach asked, tremulously.
“Sure of it,” said Randolph, twisting
other end of moustache. ‘ ‘ At least if you
don’t, I will.”
“ You always were too good, Randolph.
You won’t mind my mentioning this ? ”
“ You had better do so.”
Did so. Fresh Meeting summoned. Vote
of Censure hastily drawn up. To-day Staf-
ford Northcote comes down and gives
notice of it.
i “ But what,” said the Noble Baron.
*1 What’s to become of the Meeting to-
morrow, the consultation with Party, and
that sort of thing, you know ? ”
“ Oh, that ’ll be all right,” said Sir Staf-
ford. “Save you deal of trouble. We
irrevocably settle matter, then consult you.
A little different from ordinary course, hut
sure it ’ll come all right in the end. Be-
sides, Randolph must stand by us now.
I’m sure I always act for the best, but
things get mixed, and Randolph always
comes out at the top.”
House spent afternoon in meditation
among the tombs. Richard quite himself
again with the subject. Moved Second
Reading of Cemeteries Bill. Berespord
Hope hobbles in on crutches to oppose it.
Great occasion for Old Mother Hubsard.
Old Lady growing quite irrepressible.
Smuggles into House cup of tea, disguised
in tumbler. Sips at this, audibly smacks
her lips, and chatters along for three-
quarters of an hour. When both tumbler
and House empty, sits down. What an
acquisition old Lady must be to a Mother’s
Meeting!
Business done. — Beresford Hope’s
Amendment to Cemeteries Bill rejected by
176 against 154. That Hope done, there’s
yet a Hope against Hope, in Stanhope, who
blocks the Second Reading, and Ceme-
teries Bill is buried.
Thursday.—‘ ‘ Things are beginning to look
lively ahead,” said W. H. Smith, hoisting
up trousers, straddling legs, and instinc-
tively resuming the habit of keeping a
sharp look out on the port bow, that marked
him when First Lord of Admiralty. ‘ ‘ Never
know what may happen. Must get on my
sea legs again. Wouldn’t mind going down
to Greenwich with Cobden Club on Satur-
day. Might find me a little out of place.
Shall go up to Kew on Monday morning.
Always well to be ready for emergencies.”
“Think you’re coming back to Admi-
ralty, then ? ” I asked.
“Wouldn’t do to prophesy. But, as they
say off the Yore, there ’s breakers ahead.”
And he sheered off.
_ It was Gladstone who raised ferment in
his own quiet way.
Nobody thinks much of Vote of Censure.
Another rebuff for Conservatives settled
beforehand. Nobody thinking particularly
of Franchise Bill. Third Reading down
MUD-SALAD MARKET AGAIN, AND WORSE THAN EVER!
M'f. Punch (Sanitary Officer and General Inspector and Detector of Nuisances everywhere).
“Now then, your Grace, cart off this muck !”
Duke of Mudford. “But it’s not my place—it’s-”
Mr. Punch. “Isn’t it? Then whose is it? Anyhow, it’s a matter that wants
CLEARING VP IMMEDIATELY.’'
Duke of Mudford. “I offered the Corporation-”
Mr. Punch. “ You did. If it’s vours to sell, isn’t it yours to deal with ? Come ! ”
[ Vide Letter in “ Times,” Thursday, June 26. Under Our Eyes, and under Our very
_Nose ! An Offal Nuisance /]
for to-night; introduced in Lords to-morrow, and then we shall see. Suddenly Gladstone
appears at Table, and begins quoting Shakspeare. This of itself portentous. As rule, never
comes down later than Horace. No mistaking meaning of quotation
“Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.”
“This means business,” said Gentlemen below Gangway. “Lords going to throw out
Franchise Bill.” Set to and cheered like mad.
“Poor Bradlaugii,” said Labby, dropping a tear. “Everything goes against him.
Whilst he ’s out of the House they settle Perpetual Pensions, and before he can come in
the Lords will settle themselves.”
Great exultation along Radical benches. Conservatives at first dazed, then defiant.
Stafford Northcote worked himself up into rage. Cheers and counter-cheers filled the
House. Hurlyhurly suddenly grown out of pastoral peace. Interest of Franchise Bill in
Commons exhausted. Nothing more to be done here, so Bill read a Third Time amid deafening
cheers from Liberals. With rumours of Autumn Session, Dissolutions, and General Elections
filling the air. House sensibly got to work on Bill for Extending Honrs of Polling, and sat far
into night. Business done.—Franchise Bill read a Third Time and passed.
Friday.— At end of busy week, House found time for little joke. Met at Two o’Clock to
proceed with Irish Sunday Closing Bill. Just before Bill called on? Pell rose on point of
order. (Always notice when Member rises on point of order he’s going to do something dis-
orderly.) Declares he cried “No!” yesterday, when question put that Franchise Bill he
read Third Time. Pell now asks Speaker what he’s to do on similar occasion in future ?
Speak up, of course.
General conversation follows, continues for hour-and-half, then Sunday Closing Bill talked
out. House resumes at Nine to go into Committee of Supply. Macfabxane starts con-
versation on Scotch Crofters; drags on till twenty minutes past Twelve ; House Counted Out,
and joke completed. Business done.—None.
PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
11
Wednesday— Front Bench proposes and
Randolph disposes. Meeting of Conserva-
tive Leaders yesterday to consider desira-
bility of Third Vote of Censure.
“I’m for it,” said Gibson, frankly.
“ There’s luck in odd numbers, says Rory
O’More, and so say I.”
But other counsels prevailed. Decided
not to move Resolution, hut to summon
Party. During afternoon Randolph met
Beach in corridor.
“Have a pleasant meeting, Mikey?”
Randolph asked.
“ Pretty well. Decided not to move Vote
of Censure.”
“Oh, yes, you will,” said Randolph,
giving new turn to conversation and his
moustache.
“ Think so?” Beach asked, tremulously.
“Sure of it,” said Randolph, twisting
other end of moustache. ‘ ‘ At least if you
don’t, I will.”
“ You always were too good, Randolph.
You won’t mind my mentioning this ? ”
“ You had better do so.”
Did so. Fresh Meeting summoned. Vote
of Censure hastily drawn up. To-day Staf-
ford Northcote comes down and gives
notice of it.
i “ But what,” said the Noble Baron.
*1 What’s to become of the Meeting to-
morrow, the consultation with Party, and
that sort of thing, you know ? ”
“ Oh, that ’ll be all right,” said Sir Staf-
ford. “Save you deal of trouble. We
irrevocably settle matter, then consult you.
A little different from ordinary course, hut
sure it ’ll come all right in the end. Be-
sides, Randolph must stand by us now.
I’m sure I always act for the best, but
things get mixed, and Randolph always
comes out at the top.”
House spent afternoon in meditation
among the tombs. Richard quite himself
again with the subject. Moved Second
Reading of Cemeteries Bill. Berespord
Hope hobbles in on crutches to oppose it.
Great occasion for Old Mother Hubsard.
Old Lady growing quite irrepressible.
Smuggles into House cup of tea, disguised
in tumbler. Sips at this, audibly smacks
her lips, and chatters along for three-
quarters of an hour. When both tumbler
and House empty, sits down. What an
acquisition old Lady must be to a Mother’s
Meeting!
Business done. — Beresford Hope’s
Amendment to Cemeteries Bill rejected by
176 against 154. That Hope done, there’s
yet a Hope against Hope, in Stanhope, who
blocks the Second Reading, and Ceme-
teries Bill is buried.
Thursday.—‘ ‘ Things are beginning to look
lively ahead,” said W. H. Smith, hoisting
up trousers, straddling legs, and instinc-
tively resuming the habit of keeping a
sharp look out on the port bow, that marked
him when First Lord of Admiralty. ‘ ‘ Never
know what may happen. Must get on my
sea legs again. Wouldn’t mind going down
to Greenwich with Cobden Club on Satur-
day. Might find me a little out of place.
Shall go up to Kew on Monday morning.
Always well to be ready for emergencies.”
“Think you’re coming back to Admi-
ralty, then ? ” I asked.
“Wouldn’t do to prophesy. But, as they
say off the Yore, there ’s breakers ahead.”
And he sheered off.
_ It was Gladstone who raised ferment in
his own quiet way.
Nobody thinks much of Vote of Censure.
Another rebuff for Conservatives settled
beforehand. Nobody thinking particularly
of Franchise Bill. Third Reading down
MUD-SALAD MARKET AGAIN, AND WORSE THAN EVER!
M'f. Punch (Sanitary Officer and General Inspector and Detector of Nuisances everywhere).
“Now then, your Grace, cart off this muck !”
Duke of Mudford. “But it’s not my place—it’s-”
Mr. Punch. “Isn’t it? Then whose is it? Anyhow, it’s a matter that wants
CLEARING VP IMMEDIATELY.’'
Duke of Mudford. “I offered the Corporation-”
Mr. Punch. “ You did. If it’s vours to sell, isn’t it yours to deal with ? Come ! ”
[ Vide Letter in “ Times,” Thursday, June 26. Under Our Eyes, and under Our very
_Nose ! An Offal Nuisance /]
for to-night; introduced in Lords to-morrow, and then we shall see. Suddenly Gladstone
appears at Table, and begins quoting Shakspeare. This of itself portentous. As rule, never
comes down later than Horace. No mistaking meaning of quotation
“Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.”
“This means business,” said Gentlemen below Gangway. “Lords going to throw out
Franchise Bill.” Set to and cheered like mad.
“Poor Bradlaugii,” said Labby, dropping a tear. “Everything goes against him.
Whilst he ’s out of the House they settle Perpetual Pensions, and before he can come in
the Lords will settle themselves.”
Great exultation along Radical benches. Conservatives at first dazed, then defiant.
Stafford Northcote worked himself up into rage. Cheers and counter-cheers filled the
House. Hurlyhurly suddenly grown out of pastoral peace. Interest of Franchise Bill in
Commons exhausted. Nothing more to be done here, so Bill read a Third Time amid deafening
cheers from Liberals. With rumours of Autumn Session, Dissolutions, and General Elections
filling the air. House sensibly got to work on Bill for Extending Honrs of Polling, and sat far
into night. Business done.—Franchise Bill read a Third Time and passed.
Friday.— At end of busy week, House found time for little joke. Met at Two o’Clock to
proceed with Irish Sunday Closing Bill. Just before Bill called on? Pell rose on point of
order. (Always notice when Member rises on point of order he’s going to do something dis-
orderly.) Declares he cried “No!” yesterday, when question put that Franchise Bill he
read Third Time. Pell now asks Speaker what he’s to do on similar occasion in future ?
Speak up, of course.
General conversation follows, continues for hour-and-half, then Sunday Closing Bill talked
out. House resumes at Nine to go into Committee of Supply. Macfabxane starts con-
versation on Scotch Crofters; drags on till twenty minutes past Twelve ; House Counted Out,
and joke completed. Business done.—None.