Punch (88.1885)

Mat 23, 1885.]

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

241

Two Boses.

NOTES BY NIBBS.

IT is a pity that the Cabl Rosa season is so soon, coming’ to a close,
n U’ i nights are already announced. The oftener the

Public hear Marion, the more popular will it become. For melody, I
m inclined to put it second to Carmen, A better performance of it

can hardly be desired than
that given by its present
cast. Mr. Maas could not
be improved upon as the
lover, and he will never have
a rival in his own celebrated
clear soup-song.

Mr. Ludwig as the repre-
sentative of the swash-
buckler, who “ never says
die ” but is always ready to
say “dice,” is quite the beau
ideal of the character, except
for the beard and moustache,
for which he may have ex-
cellent authority, — what
does Mister Augustus Mise-
en-Scene say to it?—only
he should not mark the time
with his hat and foot. He
on j , . reminds me of a policeman

ffi| j h afraid of “getting away from the beat.” Mr. Ludwjg’6
r\Ai ,seeia'i to be, “ K^ep your eye on your Conductor, and your
^ductor will pT1ll ’you through.”

is ex 11r" IjTaxi,> as Guillot, a sort of middle-aged Colley Cibber,
pa ,xcejRnt in a very absurd and, dramatically, not a very good
f0 ■ it 18i however, a bit of oharaoter, and would be worth shaving
doWnS +t n stubbly moustache which Mr. Lyall attempts to tone
inma t ^sit-colour, looks just what it is, only rather more so, and
whi>b 8 ae uawashed and snuffy appearanoe to the beau’s face,
Patch °Uf to i>e the very pink and white of complexion aided by
j an<i Pearl-powder. An Actor’s face should be a tabula rasa.
sav VcVL1, itaa his fair share of the music, so that, as ’Abby would
but oo 6 ?aa’twant this Aextra Aair.” He is capital throughout,
W pr^Paiiy in the First Act and in the Gambling Scene. Mr.
the fort- °UfiG0N> “the Stern Parient,” acts with dignity, and is
of tjjg tonate^possessor of an almost Santleyan voice. His rendering
Opera 0IjP’ wei^ some Maiden,” is one of the attractions of the

She has th tanon I never heard Mabie Roze to greater advantage,
the soriffbH- D<^er tone °i tilie heroine of serious romantic opera, and
is attenurt' meSS neoessaryf°r light comic opera. Her fault in aoting
f uUy-stud^r! j°° mu?i1 i restlessness spoils many of her most oare-
her singing ty’amat’i° effects, but she never makes this mistake in
National (T* d trust that one of these good days we shall see a
indefatiffnVU61^ started under Royal Patronage, and managed by the
Fro® On La-el Rosa-

Theatre, buiwi ^,rama' O'0 an(i see Boys at the Comedy
piece, it isn't a(t-say * deceived you, by telling you that it is a good

weak-plotted tlrceS,b™UtlidT

can quite • ’ 'nough I

M. Mabius and MrWi ensed-

Robeets are simpfi Abthub

Mr. Rose, ife

in this article w£hdll°3e
meneed with Mart* pm“

and Carl Rosa_l i

fnn by looking s’oefe the

less idiot. Re a a bope-
Penlet. Whv th^a -seeou<i
ealled by such a stnM11®'1,6 is
Bad Boys, X fan tlt'e as
though once I heard'aualf’
sion to it, eovertlv ,i„an a, f”
by the adapter, and utt^^n11
M. Mabius. Evervbnd ed uy
takes my advice and J W^°
with me as to its imW'V0 s^e ^’s- -^aroe i“ three Acts, will agree
simply on account, of tb lty’ wl^ probably go and see it again
M. Mabius, and Mr A rv ®xce']ent acting—for it is real acting—of
it to grow into as bi<> a 011 R°beets. _ It is quite on the cards for
* a success as the Private Secretary,

Motto eur the Inventobiks.—“ Useful and Cremornamental.”

Bad Boys.

A SOG OF THE SPRIG TIBE.

( Writted Udder the Idfiuedz oj the Idfluedza.)

Whed the bloob is od the tbord,
(Ad the wid is id the East),
Whed the cook salutes the bord,
(With ad awfud shide, tne
beast!)

Whed the birds (they dodt catch
cowd,

Or they woddudt wadt to sig),
Pipe like wigkid, thed we ’re tode
Id is Sprig!

Whed the buds are od the houghs,
(Ad the frost is od the buds),
Whed the wids make shokid rows,
Ad the streabs look just like
“ suds; ”

Whed Catarrh is awd the go,

Ad you sdeeze like adythig,
Thed they tell you, dote you doe,
Id is Sprig!

Whed the-flowers sed forth sweet
smells

(Which our doses cad’t detect),
Whed clear n’s or r’s or l’s
Id were foddy to expect;

Whed the lidded ad the thrush,
Like our hopes, are od the
wig,

Thed bards say—ad deyer blush,
Id is Sprig!

Whed the buttercubs cub out
(Though to make theb cub is
cruel),

Whed, instead of wide or stout,

A bad’s drig is water-gruel,
Thed they say id’s Berry Bay !

Ad the rhybig fellows sig
That the Sprig’s a-blow! I say,
Blow the Sprig!

AFTER THE EVENT.

“ A writer in a recent number of the Revue des deux Mondes, a distin-
guished French Admiral, has pointed out the method by which our
watering-places oould be bombarded, and compelled to pay a heavy ransom
or he destroyed.”—Admiral Sir J. L. Bay on our Coast Defences.

Fubtheb corroboration having been given to the rumour that the
entire Channel Fleet had yesterday evening been unfortunately blown
up, in mistake, by its own newly-equipped torpedo squadron, and
ihat the enemy, in consequenoe, were already attacking all the quite
defenceless fashionable watering-places on the South and South-East
Coasts, a numerous Deputation waited, on the First Lord at the
Admiralty with a view to hearing his opinion on the subject.

The Mayor of Margate, who was deputed to act as spokesman for
his brother representatives, most of whom were in tears, said that
matters had really come to a serious pass. That very afternoon
Ramsgate, on declaring its inability to pay at half an hour’s notice
£500,000, hut ofEering as a compromise to hand over ali the potted
shrimps in Pegwell Bay, together with the obelisk on the pier,
and half the profits of the Camera Obseura, to the hostile Admiral,
had been ruthlessly bombarded with the result that all the apart-
ments “ with a good sea-view ” had been levelled till nothing was left
uf them but half the dining-room windows and the area-railings.
The letting, therefore, was bad, while at Broadstairs matters were
even worse, the one visitor in the place, a great invalid, paying a
few shillings a week for the hire of an underground cellar at the
railway station. There was, he regretted to say, only one torpedo
for defensive purposes on the coast, and that had been lent for a few
hours to the authorities at Herne Bay, who, not knowing how to
manipulate it, and fearing its capture by the enemy, had rather
thoughtlessly sent it off inland to Canterbury, where it was now
stowed away in the Dead Letter Department at the Post Office. The
speaker concluded by expressing a hope that the Government would
give the matter their immediate attention.

After listening with much apparent interest to the Mayor’s account,
the First Lord said he would certainly give the matter his early con-
sideration, upon which, expressing their thanks, but still in tears, the
Deputation quietly withdrew.

THE LASS OF RICHMOND ILL.

[The Richmond Select Vestry having sent to the Home Office a memorial
with reference to the deplorable condition of the Thames in that district,
Sir XV. Hahcouet has entered into communication with the Conservators,
and has been inforim d by them that nothing can be done until a radical
change is effected in the disposal of the Metropolitan sewage.]

On Richmond HiR there dwells a
Lass

Who on a bright May morn
By sweeps of sewage mud must
pass,

On Thames’s waters borne.
What does she meet ? Spring
breezes sweet ?

No, muok is master still.

“ Deposits” cake, and stink, and
make

The Lass of Richmond ill!

How happy might that maiden
he

If sweet Thames-tide might
run.

But no; Conservators agree
That “Nothing can be done.”
Lips she must close, must nip her
nose,—

The Stench-fiend lords it still,
And laughs with glee — grim
ghoul—to see
The Lass of Riohmond ill!

VOE. LXUCVItl.

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