Punch (88.1885)

Junk 13, 1885.]

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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CELEBRITIES AT HOME.

{The new Bishop-elect of Barnesbury tries on his new Baiment in the bosom of his Family.)

Youngest Daughter of the House. “Well, I mutht that, Papa, you do look thupwehelt Widiouluth !”

ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM

THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

House of Commons, Thursday, June 4. — Members met again
to-night after Whitsun Recess. At least some of them did. Amongst
aDf®*ej Staffobd Nobthcote and Cheistophee Syees.

,, q, ,’ ’ said Cheistophee, whom I accidentally met at Epsom.

chan t be there to-morrow. Leave it over to Monday at earliest,
jf exhausting this rush of politics. Don’t know how you stand
of i ?Er’ aometimes threatens to kill me. Suppose it’s because
^intense mental application. Some people take their politics lightly.
cou^6 V6rvr Ser^ous bneinesB. Lie awake at night thinking of my
out uU’-c ^nst take a rest sometimes, and House must get on with-
eonnti.6 + . day or two< Thought I’d take a drive out into the

Btrino. T l ay- What a lot of people, and, ’pon my soul, there’s a
colon? a , ses! ” And Cheistophee, drawing on the other straw-

Sir •’ Walked ofi with lonS slow stride'

last nicht H l3 kere> EOne the worse for his hour-and-half speech
Gtatw^” whatever weaker vessels among the audience maybe.

°ne here, too, looking more as if the holidays should begin
hurl nA?'vj an,as if they had ended yesterday. Rilke, who has
eve dS looking best of all. Chambeelain, with eye-glass in

at Tro?0r°lSd ^ button-hole, cruising about the Bar, staring down
view. UTy 1'“en°bi apparently trying to focus it from all points of

Pari? Ere™ d asked, thinking as he’d just come back from

liehtnino- ^UiWage would be most familiar to him. Quick as
‘‘. quotation from Ollendoeff.

i trying to get a look at Gladstone
;hink that great men are like great

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mountains, and that we do not appreciate their magnitude whilst we
are still, close to them. We have to go to a distance to see which
+l r ri 13 that towers above his fellows. Even from here I recognise
tnat Gladstone is a bigger man than Shaw-Lefevrk.”

Quite

bigger man than Shaw-Lefevee.
a return of interesting invalids. Heney Lennox back

again, gracefully ambling round and receiving felicitations on his
return to public life.

“All very well once a Session,” growls Randolph, with whom
Lennox insists upon effusively shaking hands, making the while a
fascinating little curtsey. “But Lennox is always lying up and
coming back smirking and shaking hands all round as if he’d
been to the Soudan or the North Pole. And what in Heaven’s name
does the man mean by turning up his trousers on a hot June day
when there isn’t a thimbleful of mud in the Metropolis ? ”

Bobby back, too. Everyone glad to see his innocent face. Pulled
down a bit with his long illness. Pathetically acknowledges the fact
by cutting down his collars.

“ Can’t carry as much sail as I used to do, Toby, dear boy,” he
says, with something like tear glistening in his left eye. “ But I’m
coming round, and will go the pace again. Bad thing for Spencek
me being laid up ; but I’m coaching him again, and he ’ll pull
through now, you ’ll see.” Business done.—Yotes in Supply.

Friday Night. — Lord s came up smiling after Whitsun recess.
Addition to Hereditary Legislators. The new Earl Caiens—sometime
known as Lord Gabmoyle—took his seat on succession to Peerage.

“ Here’s another vote for us,” said the Markiss, rubbing his hands.
“ No chance of Conservative majority being reduced in this House.”
In Commons, urgent necessity for House being kept. Important
to get Budget Resolution advanced in Ways and Means. But, before
business commenced, House must listen to fresh Irish grievance. At
Twenty-five minutes past Six, Windbag Sexton interposed. At
Seven o’clock still speaking. At Half-past Seven the level flow of
pointless talk going forward.

“ If ever there was a man inebriated with the exuberance of his
own verbosity, this is he,” said Campbell Bannebman, violently
yawning. “ Had a good chance once, but he’s taken to speaking as
some men take to drinking, and is a hopeless ease.”

“ Yes,” said Heney Fowlee, returning the yawn; “Sexton’s
arranged for interment of his own opportunities.”

At Ten minutes to Eight Windbag collapsed. House in state of
physical and mental collapse. Redmond rising, the few Members
present fled, and House Counted Out at Eight o’Cloek.

Business done.— None.