DOI issue:
July 26, 1884
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17757#0055
July 26, 1884.]
47
PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PROMISING !
Old Gent. “Now that’s curious, Job, those young Ducks paddling about
that old Hen ! She ain’t their Mother, y’know—’cause she merely
HATCHED ANOTHER BIRD’S EGGS. NOW WHAT REL-”
Conservative majority reduced from 59 to 50. Hardly
liked to talk to Markiss after that. But he spoke to me.
“ Party stands firm, you see, Toby. We ’re not going
to be ridden rough-shod over by your Radicals.”
“Ever read Hans Breitmann, my Lord Markiss? He
had a Party, you know, though he called it ‘barty.’
There’s a verse 1 remember ; write it out for you if you
like. Be useful for you to recite in drear October, when
you look back on to-day’s majority :—
“ ‘ There ish dat barty now ?
Vhere ish de lofely golden cloud
Dat float on de moundain’s prow ?
Vhere ish de himinelstrahlende stem—
De slitar of de shpirit’s light ?
All goned afay mit de lager beer—•
Afay in de ewigkeit! ’ ”
Business done.—Lords decline conciliation on Fran-
chise Bill. Commons discuss Civil Service Estimates.
Friday.—House of Lords quiet after yesterday’s storm.
Little ripple of excitement when Redesdale gave notice
on Tuesday to indicate the only manner in which Fran-
chise quarrel can be settled.
“That’s quite plain now, my dear Redesdale,” said
Granville, with a pleasant smile. “We must accept
the Bill.”
De Clifford strolled in just before House up.
“ Over ? ” he asked.——“ Over, what ? ”
“Why, the Franchise affair, doncha. Lords’match,
eh ? Wasn’t there to be a big Division, or a little Multi-
plication or Subtraction, or something of that sort, eh ?
Never was much of a hand at figures, you know, but
hack myself-”
“ Go away, young man,” I said, severely. “ Division
was yesterday. Whilst you were pigeon - shooting,
country in throes of crisis. Instead of shooting pigeons,
you ought to have come down here, and had a linger in
the pie. Might have altered everything. Betting 5 to 1
on your bringing down Salisbury. Compared with
yours, how noble is the life of Christopher ! Whilst
you ’re potting pigeons, he’s legislating for lobsters.”
Well to be severe with these young patricians
sometimes, especially now when they’re going to be
disestablished. Fact is, am cutting pretty close my
acquaintance with the Aristocracy. Business done.—
Civil Service Estimates again in Commons.
THE LOSING LEADER.
Joe. “ I SHOULD SAY THEY WERE HER SATELLITES, UNCLE-” \BsCapeS.
[In Continuation of Mr. Browning’s “ Lost Leader.’’)
Wednesday.-— Level proceedings of Sitting this afternoon disturbed by
violent and unprovoked attack upon Cavendish-Bentinck. Question was as to
editing of State Papers in various Capitals. Cavendish-Bentinck been
appointed to succeed the late Rawdon Browne at Venice. Walter James
questions appointment.
“Not aware,” he said, “ that Right Hon. Gentleman lays claim to any great
power of literary research.”
Cavendish in his place at moment. Being early in the day his hair brushed,
hut spontaneously rose on end at this unparalleled attack. Courtney gallantly
came to rescue, and C.-B. much surprised to hear himself described as eminent
scholar and man of letters, but this could not altogether take off sting of James’s
observation. The few Members present deeply affected. Cavendish, except
for the phenomenon noted, a matter over which he had no control, comported
himself with great dignity, remaining silent throughout discussion. Grand
j Cross even mentions that he “ heard a blush,” hut that is not authenticated.
Thursday.—Another big night in the Lords. Wemyss has undertaken to
mediate in matter of Franchise Bill, to great disgust of Brabourne.
“These young Peers coming in amongst us always arrogate to themselves
first position,” said the eminent and popular Statesman. “Why don’t they
leave the work to older Peers Y If it was to he done, can’t imagine anyone better
qualified than myself for doing it. No one can accuse me of being Party man—at
least not since by fetching and carrying for Gladstone I got my coronet. Per-
j fectly impartial; rank as Liberal, vote and speak as Tory ; enjoy the respect of
I everybody. Just the man to mediate.”
Markiss stormed and blustered; talked about what should be done in
October Session, and of the unlimited power of misrepresentation and falsehood
to which Lords were subjected.
“ WRat a nice smoking-room this will make for us! ” said Labby, with a
far-away look in his eyes.
Granville quite peppery. Told Salisbury straight didn’t believe a bit in his
alleged anxiety for extension of franchise. Salisbury put on air of injured
! innocence, and all the Tory Peers howled and shouted “ Withdraw ! ”
“To think,” said Redesdale, “that we, the Tory Peers, should be accused
of not earnestly desiring extension of franchise ! Half a century of British
History looks down in indignaDt contradiction of the statement,”
By a Penitent Peer.
Just like an arrogant hot-head he’s dished us!
Just out of pride in our privileged caste,
Gained us the hate our worst enemies wished us ;
Lost us the love of friends never too fast.
We who had chucked over Richmond to follow him,
Lived on his madly magnificent ire,
Cheered his‘bad language, caught up his sarcasms,
Gave him carte blanche to advance or—retire.
Cranbrook was absent, and Cairns, too, was lukewarm,
A “bolter ” was Wemyss, in that direful debate ;
He alone brokeifrqm the wise and the prudent;
He alone dragged us right on to our Fate !
We may march prospering—if we depose him ;
So Churchill hints, and he ’s certain to know.
As for the grudge that our ex-leader owes him,
Why, even Richmond is safe, though he’s slow.
But perhaps chances of safety are gone for us !
Brummagem threats may at length turn out true.
Is this mad vote the last straw on the camel’s back,
Last check to the Many imposed by the Few ?
Best fight on warily. Let him depart from us !
Salisbury ’s done for himself, that is plain.
Forced praise is all that we really can give to him,
Never our Leader, our Champion again!
RENAMING A STREET.
jODGe Street, between Tottenham Court Road and
Mortimer Street, to be called Little Muck-Salad Market.
Goodge Street is an eye-sore, and ought to be goodged
out.
Conservative Mercutio {in Hyde Park, after it was all
over). “ Oh! then, I see King Mob hath been with you.”
47
PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PROMISING !
Old Gent. “Now that’s curious, Job, those young Ducks paddling about
that old Hen ! She ain’t their Mother, y’know—’cause she merely
HATCHED ANOTHER BIRD’S EGGS. NOW WHAT REL-”
Conservative majority reduced from 59 to 50. Hardly
liked to talk to Markiss after that. But he spoke to me.
“ Party stands firm, you see, Toby. We ’re not going
to be ridden rough-shod over by your Radicals.”
“Ever read Hans Breitmann, my Lord Markiss? He
had a Party, you know, though he called it ‘barty.’
There’s a verse 1 remember ; write it out for you if you
like. Be useful for you to recite in drear October, when
you look back on to-day’s majority :—
“ ‘ There ish dat barty now ?
Vhere ish de lofely golden cloud
Dat float on de moundain’s prow ?
Vhere ish de himinelstrahlende stem—
De slitar of de shpirit’s light ?
All goned afay mit de lager beer—•
Afay in de ewigkeit! ’ ”
Business done.—Lords decline conciliation on Fran-
chise Bill. Commons discuss Civil Service Estimates.
Friday.—House of Lords quiet after yesterday’s storm.
Little ripple of excitement when Redesdale gave notice
on Tuesday to indicate the only manner in which Fran-
chise quarrel can be settled.
“That’s quite plain now, my dear Redesdale,” said
Granville, with a pleasant smile. “We must accept
the Bill.”
De Clifford strolled in just before House up.
“ Over ? ” he asked.——“ Over, what ? ”
“Why, the Franchise affair, doncha. Lords’match,
eh ? Wasn’t there to be a big Division, or a little Multi-
plication or Subtraction, or something of that sort, eh ?
Never was much of a hand at figures, you know, but
hack myself-”
“ Go away, young man,” I said, severely. “ Division
was yesterday. Whilst you were pigeon - shooting,
country in throes of crisis. Instead of shooting pigeons,
you ought to have come down here, and had a linger in
the pie. Might have altered everything. Betting 5 to 1
on your bringing down Salisbury. Compared with
yours, how noble is the life of Christopher ! Whilst
you ’re potting pigeons, he’s legislating for lobsters.”
Well to be severe with these young patricians
sometimes, especially now when they’re going to be
disestablished. Fact is, am cutting pretty close my
acquaintance with the Aristocracy. Business done.—
Civil Service Estimates again in Commons.
THE LOSING LEADER.
Joe. “ I SHOULD SAY THEY WERE HER SATELLITES, UNCLE-” \BsCapeS.
[In Continuation of Mr. Browning’s “ Lost Leader.’’)
Wednesday.-— Level proceedings of Sitting this afternoon disturbed by
violent and unprovoked attack upon Cavendish-Bentinck. Question was as to
editing of State Papers in various Capitals. Cavendish-Bentinck been
appointed to succeed the late Rawdon Browne at Venice. Walter James
questions appointment.
“Not aware,” he said, “ that Right Hon. Gentleman lays claim to any great
power of literary research.”
Cavendish in his place at moment. Being early in the day his hair brushed,
hut spontaneously rose on end at this unparalleled attack. Courtney gallantly
came to rescue, and C.-B. much surprised to hear himself described as eminent
scholar and man of letters, but this could not altogether take off sting of James’s
observation. The few Members present deeply affected. Cavendish, except
for the phenomenon noted, a matter over which he had no control, comported
himself with great dignity, remaining silent throughout discussion. Grand
j Cross even mentions that he “ heard a blush,” hut that is not authenticated.
Thursday.—Another big night in the Lords. Wemyss has undertaken to
mediate in matter of Franchise Bill, to great disgust of Brabourne.
“These young Peers coming in amongst us always arrogate to themselves
first position,” said the eminent and popular Statesman. “Why don’t they
leave the work to older Peers Y If it was to he done, can’t imagine anyone better
qualified than myself for doing it. No one can accuse me of being Party man—at
least not since by fetching and carrying for Gladstone I got my coronet. Per-
j fectly impartial; rank as Liberal, vote and speak as Tory ; enjoy the respect of
I everybody. Just the man to mediate.”
Markiss stormed and blustered; talked about what should be done in
October Session, and of the unlimited power of misrepresentation and falsehood
to which Lords were subjected.
“ WRat a nice smoking-room this will make for us! ” said Labby, with a
far-away look in his eyes.
Granville quite peppery. Told Salisbury straight didn’t believe a bit in his
alleged anxiety for extension of franchise. Salisbury put on air of injured
! innocence, and all the Tory Peers howled and shouted “ Withdraw ! ”
“To think,” said Redesdale, “that we, the Tory Peers, should be accused
of not earnestly desiring extension of franchise ! Half a century of British
History looks down in indignaDt contradiction of the statement,”
By a Penitent Peer.
Just like an arrogant hot-head he’s dished us!
Just out of pride in our privileged caste,
Gained us the hate our worst enemies wished us ;
Lost us the love of friends never too fast.
We who had chucked over Richmond to follow him,
Lived on his madly magnificent ire,
Cheered his‘bad language, caught up his sarcasms,
Gave him carte blanche to advance or—retire.
Cranbrook was absent, and Cairns, too, was lukewarm,
A “bolter ” was Wemyss, in that direful debate ;
He alone brokeifrqm the wise and the prudent;
He alone dragged us right on to our Fate !
We may march prospering—if we depose him ;
So Churchill hints, and he ’s certain to know.
As for the grudge that our ex-leader owes him,
Why, even Richmond is safe, though he’s slow.
But perhaps chances of safety are gone for us !
Brummagem threats may at length turn out true.
Is this mad vote the last straw on the camel’s back,
Last check to the Many imposed by the Few ?
Best fight on warily. Let him depart from us !
Salisbury ’s done for himself, that is plain.
Forced praise is all that we really can give to him,
Never our Leader, our Champion again!
RENAMING A STREET.
jODGe Street, between Tottenham Court Road and
Mortimer Street, to be called Little Muck-Salad Market.
Goodge Street is an eye-sore, and ought to be goodged
out.
Conservative Mercutio {in Hyde Park, after it was all
over). “ Oh! then, I see King Mob hath been with you.”