Punch (88.1885)

April 25, 1885.]

Perhaps H.R.H the Prince of Waxes will next take under con-
sideration the question of a permanent Opera House subsidised, by
the State, which, if there is any difficulty about starting, it might be
considered as an annexe of the Royal College of Music, under the
direction of the persevering, but modest, Carl Blush Rosa.

Nadeshda introduced by Carl Rosa to General Public.

WALES IN IRELAND.

[Our Own Extra Special Correspondent in the Sunny South.)
Monday.—A day made memorable by the prisintation

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colours to the gallant Duke of Cows 0f Dublin, who was

the divartin’ eccentrocities av the Lord y Concarnin’ these

left out in the could, an’ by the Prince s good-bye.

The re-colourin’ av the regiment was ^^^acolowed^with
seems that long ago these famous wamors ha ^ WOrld from

a coat av red, however knockin’ and fightm about ^

Flanders to Egypt for 180 years bad kn , r*^ soldiers back
May be the ginerals were careless about puttin left

s thelr little box whin they were done playm withl them, or
them out in the rain,-anyhow, they got paler an P“ber as tb y
* on, till at last they were well an’ tononraUjknow*lastne
Light Infantry. Before thev were re-colouTed, Colonel dTAB t
suppose Majors Cut an’ Thrust), had them all proper y gtrai„h£
in hue’’an’ an iligant drawin’ it was-with allthe» straignx.
ybe Illustrious Field Marshal made them a speech, Puttin in
hUle touch here an’ there, and thin pnsmted ivery m^ wth a new
box av colours, containin’ cakes av war-paint specially m
i^the occasion. They took the colours well, and were marcbe

Meanwhile ttTe Lord Mayor was in disperation j tbe NationaBst
b?ys laughin’ at him, the Royal Loyalists laughm at him, intern
dissensions and divils of discord annoyin’ the poor man all day, an
I^'Mares, chiefly of a breed called “ broken Baro-Nite Mayors,
^mbm’him o’ nights, and now at the end av the week after he
had passed his solemn Corporate word to me that he wonldn t raise a
hnger on the Prince, but let him go m peace), for the boys to t
him on the very steps of the City Hall! In vain he rushed to the
baiowry, wearin’ his1 gold collar av SS., and lookin’ as if he d like to
collar the other hisses in the jeerin’ crowd below. , . ,

J- h~yis, I ’ll tell Parnell on ye; so I will; an 1 U
ti^ll t0l A°rk aad Mallow, and-Boo l-oo-oo! He wept, an was
W1lLled Tay and comforted by Tim Sulliva.n, an that.was the
a^Vhf r0r keard av the eccentrocities an’ atrotncities* av the Head
Corporate body. After that we left, an’ the “good-bye
n7w^heartJ °heers mingled with the loud “ O-revoir 0 Rooj,ev .

the streets to Eingsbridge (an operation by the way
^i;me st^e.e,ts w°nfd be the better av occasionally),
hr . ~?Lld well with the Equerry ong root. He has written
=nLa neWu Cheque-book. Tould him, at intervals, to look at the
Hang the scenery,” sez he. “I’d sooner see the ace av
£eaH8 —which shows what an anesthetic, sleepy sort he was.
„®“des> be ought to have known by this time that, in the noble
restin^card^0^ ^''■ve’” d enjoy an exclusive monopoly av that mte-

c.u1 lkle Station, Mr. O’Brien, determined to avenge the i_
P*lLyut Pa the Lord Mayor, had gathered together sivin brass
bands, an other bands of another sort, to assist in the braym .
However, the brave Mr. Cooke, the Director av the Company, was
not disposed to allow an English gintleman to form a bad opinion av
Irish, msthrumental music, and bundled thim same bands out av the

* Doubtless these verv vivid words are to be found in Mr. O’Rooney’s
Dictionary. Ours is an old edition.-En.

Station; and bekase Mr. Deasy wouldn’t go aisy (this is poethry),
he was invested with the noble Order av “ the Eccentric Chuck,” an’
one Cooke sp’iled that broth av a boy, and the plans av the other
boys—for this time, anyhow.

We heard the distant strains av a song as we steamed up,
an’ at first no one dared to tell the Illustrious what it was till 1
myself makes bould to say, “Sir, that’s ‘ God Save Ireland.'”
Me frind the Equerry was goin’ to cut me head off (I suspect he
thought it would be a new way to pay old debts), hut the Prince
stopped him. “It’s a fine sintimint, Mr. O’Rooney,” sez he, “to
thim as understands it aright.” An’ maybe I ’ll say it meself some
day ; and the rest av the Staff was silent, an’ amazed.

Tuesday. — To Convanmore, Lismore, Curraghmore, and many
more places. “ The More the merrier ” was our motto.

Wednesday.—Cork,—where again we heard the Nationalist tune,
and it didn't seem to annoy the Prince a bit, but he hummed it softly
to himself, an’ smiled. An’ then the full flowin’ vintage av’ the grand
vin av’ our reception wasn’t “ corked” a wee bit, as Mr. Parnell,
anxious to avenge the Lord Mayor av’ Dublin, had fondly hoped.
No, Sir, the weather was extra dry, and the wine av welcome extra
Superior, barrin’ the grunts of a few hungry sans-cutletts that was
drowned in the cheers av the prosperous well-fed majority.

Sir Daniel O’Sullivan kept order like a very DANiEL’come to
judgment in a Lions’ Den, and the pretty Cork girls, those at least
who didn’t disfigure their faces with frowns, showered welcomes on
us in that soft musical brogue av theirs that goes up an’ down in
delicate semitone^av captivatin’ chromatics ! We visited the School
av Art, saw the Milesian Venus, an Irish Girl, with no arms to speak
of—p’raps she had hugged them off with delight at our arrival, and
played Elgin marbles with Mr. Brennan, the head-master, an’ after
a look at the lace— Odds ! Snowflakes and Gossamers ! but it must
have been woven by fairies !—we studied “ Still Life.” That took
us some time, an’ the Equerry an I found great difficulty in leavin’
the same still. I send you a jar of ’74 Potheen Brut in token av me
affection, and in memory of the studies from “ the Still.”*

We are now Birds av Passage. Laid the keel av a new tank
ship—after which I sang “ Weel may the Keel row,”—with the
“Tic-i-tank” chorus from Trial by Jury—and then across “the
glorious water av the river Lee ’’ to Haulbowline—and there in
prisince av all the quality av the Sunny South, an’ five hundred
citizens of renown—(a real good Munster muster—or as me sportin’
friends called them a Munster “ monkey ”) the Prince made the best
speech iver came from wise Royal lips. I’m not in the.Long Bow
line now, mind you,t an’ I tell you that the tables was fairly turned
on the growlin’ and howlin’, Gnashin’-alists, as the Illustrious sang
out, with a sincerity an’ depth av feelin’ that set all pulses gallopin’
like racers, “Most fervently do I hope_ that it may please God
indeed to protect an’ save Ireland.” Nivir since the days when
Garibaldi an’ I won the battle av Spezzia, no, not when I jined
the other Ginerals after Waterloo, caD I mind so decisive a victory.
If ever the sister ship is indeed driftin’ on the rocks an’ reefs av
revolution, a strong pull like this discoorse from Haulbowline will
wear her off the danger, or me name’s not Tim O’Rooney !

Thursday.—Killarney and Blarney with me Lord Kenmare. Ross
Castle literally ruined itself in a grand effort to look picturesque,
an’ the Lakes laughed with sunshiny smiles. Here after our triumph
we rest, and our divarshions bein’ av a private nature, I’m bound in
honour to keep them to meself. Maybe when you entertain me at
that banquet on me return, I ’ll let you know more. Just now you
can’t “ Ken mair,” as me Scotch cousins say.

Aunt Penelope would be glad av a copy av the paper, and the
Equerry would be ’bliged if you would kindly back the enclosed
three months for him.

* Not to hand yet. We trust Mr. O'Rooney won’t get us into trouble
with the Inland Revenue Authorities. If he does, this whole passage shall
be promptly “ excised.”—Ed.

t Qiti s'excuse s'accuse, Mr. O’R.; however, we are all with you,—go on.
—Ed.

Glass—With Care.—At the Middlesex Sessions last week, an
ingenious foreigner named Octavio Linati, aged, according to the
report, “seventy,” and therefore old enough to know better, was
sentenced hy the Assistant-Judge to six months’ hard labour for
defrauding the Rev. Lord Archibald Douglas and others. He
represented himself as a Linati, and a Count. Inquiries showed
that he was not a Count, and that the noble Linati Family had not
the great honour of owning him as one of themselves. “ His father,”
says the report, simply, “was a glazier.” Now, there is an anti-
quated species of chaff, still used in crowds, which consists in telling
a person who will obstruct somebody’s view, that “his father was
not a glazier, and therefore he isn’t transparent.” Many a true
word uttered in jest. Linati’s father was a glazier; therefore he
could be, and, what is more, teas seen through, and sentenced as
above mentioned. This is a warning to the sons of glaziers.