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December 5, 1885
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [December 5, 1885.
PAPER-KNIFE POEMS.
[By our Special Book-marker.)
CHBISTMAS BOOKS.
i.
You must know at the sign of the " Bible and Sun,"
Dwell purveyors of picture-books, stories, and fun;
And their names ?—how absurd! for all good children know—
They are Griffith and Farran, and Okeden—and Co!
They have sent us a parcel I Quick, quick, cut the string—
And examine the books as I lazily sing!
The Village Blacksmith here behold, 'tis illustrated well,
By Garrett, Tucker, Copeland, by Shepherd, and by Schell.
Child Pictures, sweet, from Dickens, and Tarn o' Shanter, too,
Both with Cruikshank's illustrations you must not omit to view.
How boys will love The Briny Deep—it savours of salt spray—
The tale is told by Captain Tom, with cuts by Captain Mat.
The Cruise, too, of the Theseus they'll read with pure delight,
The sketches are by Fuller, and the yarn, by Arthur Knight.
"While Barnard's Master of his Fate, to read you '11 ne'er refuse:
'Tis translated from the Swedish, with pencilling by Hughes.
A Soldier Born, a record is of battles, brisk and fierce—
'Tis written well by Percy Groves, the pictures are by Pearce.
The girls will ne'er miss Girlhood's Days, and, mid the many tomes
Omit Through a Refiner's Fire— tis written by Miss Holmes.
A Generous Friendship, they '11 peruse; they likewise will I wot,
Enjoy The Bunch of Berries, for it's told by Leader Scott.
Miss GKellte's Fearless Frank, you know, and Miss Waugh's Little
Chicks
Will suit all bonny babies of the age of five or six.
In Queer Pets, by Miss Miller, no doubt each pet will look.
And in Rose-buds, will discover a most dainty little book.
The Children's Christmas Carols, too, each child will gladly scan,
With Redhead's music, and the words, by Mrs. Hernaman :
Hugh's Sacrifice—this story, by Miss Norris, is well told,
And the drawings, done by Furniss, delightful to behold I
ii.
Here's more dainty volumes—they 're second to none—
For they hail from the mansion of Blackie and Son !
Four stirring books George Henty writes, well worthy of his name—
There's The Dragon and the Raven, likewise, For Name and Fame ;
Each book is full of incident, and ev'ry boy will say
The Lion of the North is prime, and so is Through the Fray !
They teem with illustrations of country life and town,
By Paget and by Staniland, by Schonberg and by Browne.
The latter aptly illustrates the work of skilful pen,
In Patience Wins and Brownsmith's Boy, by clever Manville
Fenn.
Professor Church and deft Marie, with pen and pencil show
The wand'rings of a Soman boy Two Thousand Years Ago.
The Searching for the Talisman, to like, you '11 hardly fail,
So good are Schonberg's drawings to Frith't) exciting tale !
But here's The Penang Pirate, writ by Hutcheson, and he
Tells with graphic force and spirit a good story of the sea.
Little Tottie, by Tom Archer, you '11 not omit to read,
With pictures done by Proctor, which are very good indeed.
And last, not least, dear Gulliver, in gorgeous disguise—
With Browne's delightful drawings is a veritable prize I
in.
Babes' books by the bushel, light reading in tons!
Let's look at. the parcel from Routledge and Sons !
All children most delighted are—pray where's the child who's not ?—
With all the clever fancies drawn by Randolph Caldecott !
The Great Panjandrum Picture Book, and likewise, Mrs. Blaize,
Will give them food for merriment on many merry days ;
With Romps in Town and By the Sea, they '11 pass delightful times,
As Furniss pictures paints for them, and Lennabd writes their
rhymes.
And Every Girl's, and Every Boy's, are Annuals to buy—
Such volumes as all boys and girls must annually try!
Kate Greenaway's new Almanack, you scarcely will forget,
And A. B. C.'s a pleasure, with her dainty Alphabet.
If little ones should sleepy get, we counsel them to take,
A'dose of Mrs. Barker's book, called Little Wide-awake !
Gr mm's Fairy Tales, with Wehnert's cuts you'll love to linger o'er,
And the Fairy Tales of Andersen are welcome as of yore!
Escaped from. Siberia, In the Brave Days of Old,
Are narratives by Henry Frith most admirably told.
In'A Sea Change does Miss Edwards most clever pictures draw—
To.a pretty little story, well written by Miss Shaw.
iv.
Another batch! A goodly show!
It comes from Frederick Warne & Co.
You must read—if modern heroes to worship you incline—
On Honour's Roll, 'tis edited by Mrs. Valentine.
Masterman Ready charms to-day as it charmed years ago,
But E. J. Wheeler's clever cuts an extra charm bestow!
Upon Three Kittens little ones delightedly will look,
At Our Dog Laddie, and at Aunt Louisa's Nursery Book.
Conjuror Dick, a story is, by Lewis, smartly told,
And Hocking's Cricket doth a tale of humble life unfold.
Sylvia's Daughters your attention earnestly invites,
For Edith Scannell illustrates what Florence Scannell writes:
The former's clever handiwork in two good books abounds—
New Honours, Lena Graham—both by Mrs. Selby Lowndes.
Two volumes of St. Nicholas —most admirably done!
A gallery of pictures and a treasury of fun,
A sheaf of striking stories and a lot of laughing lays,
That children all will revel in through many merry days I
A MUGWUMP'S APPEAL.
Dear Mr. Punch,
Taking up my Daily News the other day I dropped upon a
little poem called the " Ballade of the Mugwump." Now I adore
Ballades, and I dote on quaintness. Mugwump sounds quaint. So
expecting that superior treat which springs from the tender titillation
of the subtler aesthetic susceptibilities, I re-arranged myself in my
easy chair, pointed my polychromatic pantoufies towards the pleasant
blaze and proceeded to perusal of this queerly named poem.
Sir, I was disappointed, I may say disgusted. The " Mugwump"
from which I had expected so much, thinking it must be something
Villon-ous or Baudelaire-i&h, tarns out to be, in American political
parlance, the superior person who holds aloof from politics. The
refrain of the Ballade, intended, I presume, to be satirical, is, " The
Mugwump does not vote." The Mugwump is pictured as a con-
temptible being, who discovers a selfish satisfaction in standing
aside from the press of practical politics.
But, Sir, I am a Mugwump, if that is what a Mugwump means.
I never vote. Good gracious, no ! The very thought of turning out
on such a morning as this to plod down to the polling booth and aflix
my cross to a scrap of paper in a dreary place smelling potently of
fustian and fresh cut planks makes me shudder. I hate politics.
They are so troublesome, so noisy, so uncomfortably warm. They
involve horrors called Public Meetings. What is a public meeting ?
A distressingly crowded mass of perspiring humanity where the few
talk loud nonsense, and the many make horrid noises to show their
appreciation of it. They whirl their arms about and shout
"HoorajM" To see a grown man shouting " Hooray!" is, to me,
an amazing sight. Only suy-boys and fools at a boat-race should
shout " Hooray 1 " I could not do it to save my life. And as to
clapping one's hands—as all the listening idiots do at every other
stupid sentence of the painfully emphatic speaker—why it absolutely
hurts !
To me the country appears to be comfortable enough, without all
this troublesome fuss about Reform. If any agricultural labourer
is so singularly constituted as to be happier with a vote, he is quite
welcome to mine, I am sure. I do not want three acres and a cow—
what could I do with them P And as to Disestablishment, so long
as they do not disestablish Clubs, I do not care. I rather fancy,
from what excited friends tell me, that that singularly loquacious,
and distressingly earnest person called Gladstone is disposed to be
down upon them as haunts of idleness and luxury, forsooth! Well,
if Reform means the abolition of idleness and luxury, Reformers
must be madder even than I have taken them to be. What else
is worth living for ?
Besides, I do not care for any Party. I dislike the Radicals be-
cause they are so dreadfully destitute of repose, and wear such shock-
ing bad hats, whilst, as to the Primrose Leaguers, well I should say,
some way after Peter Bell
A Primrose loved by old Earl B.
A yellow Primrose is to me,
And it is nothing more!
To the numerous " Dames " of my acquaintance it appears to be a
sort of sacred oriflamme. They pester me worse than a lot of im-
portunate widows, and if they don't bring some of their pet. Candi-
dates to grief before they've done, the Corrupt Practices Aot is a
farce and a fraud.
I declare I have written quite a long letter, and am almost falling
into the unpardonable sin of "emphasis." Well the Parties may do
what they like with the country so long as they do not disturb me.
That I hold to be philosophy and good form. And because I do so I
am to be held up to the ridicule of angry Philistines as
A Mugwump !
TO COKKSSPOKDEHIS.—In no case can Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, cr Drawings, be returned, unless accompanied
by a Stamped and Directed Envelope or Cover. Copies of MS. should be kept by th® Senders.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [December 5, 1885.
PAPER-KNIFE POEMS.
[By our Special Book-marker.)
CHBISTMAS BOOKS.
i.
You must know at the sign of the " Bible and Sun,"
Dwell purveyors of picture-books, stories, and fun;
And their names ?—how absurd! for all good children know—
They are Griffith and Farran, and Okeden—and Co!
They have sent us a parcel I Quick, quick, cut the string—
And examine the books as I lazily sing!
The Village Blacksmith here behold, 'tis illustrated well,
By Garrett, Tucker, Copeland, by Shepherd, and by Schell.
Child Pictures, sweet, from Dickens, and Tarn o' Shanter, too,
Both with Cruikshank's illustrations you must not omit to view.
How boys will love The Briny Deep—it savours of salt spray—
The tale is told by Captain Tom, with cuts by Captain Mat.
The Cruise, too, of the Theseus they'll read with pure delight,
The sketches are by Fuller, and the yarn, by Arthur Knight.
"While Barnard's Master of his Fate, to read you '11 ne'er refuse:
'Tis translated from the Swedish, with pencilling by Hughes.
A Soldier Born, a record is of battles, brisk and fierce—
'Tis written well by Percy Groves, the pictures are by Pearce.
The girls will ne'er miss Girlhood's Days, and, mid the many tomes
Omit Through a Refiner's Fire— tis written by Miss Holmes.
A Generous Friendship, they '11 peruse; they likewise will I wot,
Enjoy The Bunch of Berries, for it's told by Leader Scott.
Miss GKellte's Fearless Frank, you know, and Miss Waugh's Little
Chicks
Will suit all bonny babies of the age of five or six.
In Queer Pets, by Miss Miller, no doubt each pet will look.
And in Rose-buds, will discover a most dainty little book.
The Children's Christmas Carols, too, each child will gladly scan,
With Redhead's music, and the words, by Mrs. Hernaman :
Hugh's Sacrifice—this story, by Miss Norris, is well told,
And the drawings, done by Furniss, delightful to behold I
ii.
Here's more dainty volumes—they 're second to none—
For they hail from the mansion of Blackie and Son !
Four stirring books George Henty writes, well worthy of his name—
There's The Dragon and the Raven, likewise, For Name and Fame ;
Each book is full of incident, and ev'ry boy will say
The Lion of the North is prime, and so is Through the Fray !
They teem with illustrations of country life and town,
By Paget and by Staniland, by Schonberg and by Browne.
The latter aptly illustrates the work of skilful pen,
In Patience Wins and Brownsmith's Boy, by clever Manville
Fenn.
Professor Church and deft Marie, with pen and pencil show
The wand'rings of a Soman boy Two Thousand Years Ago.
The Searching for the Talisman, to like, you '11 hardly fail,
So good are Schonberg's drawings to Frith't) exciting tale !
But here's The Penang Pirate, writ by Hutcheson, and he
Tells with graphic force and spirit a good story of the sea.
Little Tottie, by Tom Archer, you '11 not omit to read,
With pictures done by Proctor, which are very good indeed.
And last, not least, dear Gulliver, in gorgeous disguise—
With Browne's delightful drawings is a veritable prize I
in.
Babes' books by the bushel, light reading in tons!
Let's look at. the parcel from Routledge and Sons !
All children most delighted are—pray where's the child who's not ?—
With all the clever fancies drawn by Randolph Caldecott !
The Great Panjandrum Picture Book, and likewise, Mrs. Blaize,
Will give them food for merriment on many merry days ;
With Romps in Town and By the Sea, they '11 pass delightful times,
As Furniss pictures paints for them, and Lennabd writes their
rhymes.
And Every Girl's, and Every Boy's, are Annuals to buy—
Such volumes as all boys and girls must annually try!
Kate Greenaway's new Almanack, you scarcely will forget,
And A. B. C.'s a pleasure, with her dainty Alphabet.
If little ones should sleepy get, we counsel them to take,
A'dose of Mrs. Barker's book, called Little Wide-awake !
Gr mm's Fairy Tales, with Wehnert's cuts you'll love to linger o'er,
And the Fairy Tales of Andersen are welcome as of yore!
Escaped from. Siberia, In the Brave Days of Old,
Are narratives by Henry Frith most admirably told.
In'A Sea Change does Miss Edwards most clever pictures draw—
To.a pretty little story, well written by Miss Shaw.
iv.
Another batch! A goodly show!
It comes from Frederick Warne & Co.
You must read—if modern heroes to worship you incline—
On Honour's Roll, 'tis edited by Mrs. Valentine.
Masterman Ready charms to-day as it charmed years ago,
But E. J. Wheeler's clever cuts an extra charm bestow!
Upon Three Kittens little ones delightedly will look,
At Our Dog Laddie, and at Aunt Louisa's Nursery Book.
Conjuror Dick, a story is, by Lewis, smartly told,
And Hocking's Cricket doth a tale of humble life unfold.
Sylvia's Daughters your attention earnestly invites,
For Edith Scannell illustrates what Florence Scannell writes:
The former's clever handiwork in two good books abounds—
New Honours, Lena Graham—both by Mrs. Selby Lowndes.
Two volumes of St. Nicholas —most admirably done!
A gallery of pictures and a treasury of fun,
A sheaf of striking stories and a lot of laughing lays,
That children all will revel in through many merry days I
A MUGWUMP'S APPEAL.
Dear Mr. Punch,
Taking up my Daily News the other day I dropped upon a
little poem called the " Ballade of the Mugwump." Now I adore
Ballades, and I dote on quaintness. Mugwump sounds quaint. So
expecting that superior treat which springs from the tender titillation
of the subtler aesthetic susceptibilities, I re-arranged myself in my
easy chair, pointed my polychromatic pantoufies towards the pleasant
blaze and proceeded to perusal of this queerly named poem.
Sir, I was disappointed, I may say disgusted. The " Mugwump"
from which I had expected so much, thinking it must be something
Villon-ous or Baudelaire-i&h, tarns out to be, in American political
parlance, the superior person who holds aloof from politics. The
refrain of the Ballade, intended, I presume, to be satirical, is, " The
Mugwump does not vote." The Mugwump is pictured as a con-
temptible being, who discovers a selfish satisfaction in standing
aside from the press of practical politics.
But, Sir, I am a Mugwump, if that is what a Mugwump means.
I never vote. Good gracious, no ! The very thought of turning out
on such a morning as this to plod down to the polling booth and aflix
my cross to a scrap of paper in a dreary place smelling potently of
fustian and fresh cut planks makes me shudder. I hate politics.
They are so troublesome, so noisy, so uncomfortably warm. They
involve horrors called Public Meetings. What is a public meeting ?
A distressingly crowded mass of perspiring humanity where the few
talk loud nonsense, and the many make horrid noises to show their
appreciation of it. They whirl their arms about and shout
"HoorajM" To see a grown man shouting " Hooray!" is, to me,
an amazing sight. Only suy-boys and fools at a boat-race should
shout " Hooray 1 " I could not do it to save my life. And as to
clapping one's hands—as all the listening idiots do at every other
stupid sentence of the painfully emphatic speaker—why it absolutely
hurts !
To me the country appears to be comfortable enough, without all
this troublesome fuss about Reform. If any agricultural labourer
is so singularly constituted as to be happier with a vote, he is quite
welcome to mine, I am sure. I do not want three acres and a cow—
what could I do with them P And as to Disestablishment, so long
as they do not disestablish Clubs, I do not care. I rather fancy,
from what excited friends tell me, that that singularly loquacious,
and distressingly earnest person called Gladstone is disposed to be
down upon them as haunts of idleness and luxury, forsooth! Well,
if Reform means the abolition of idleness and luxury, Reformers
must be madder even than I have taken them to be. What else
is worth living for ?
Besides, I do not care for any Party. I dislike the Radicals be-
cause they are so dreadfully destitute of repose, and wear such shock-
ing bad hats, whilst, as to the Primrose Leaguers, well I should say,
some way after Peter Bell
A Primrose loved by old Earl B.
A yellow Primrose is to me,
And it is nothing more!
To the numerous " Dames " of my acquaintance it appears to be a
sort of sacred oriflamme. They pester me worse than a lot of im-
portunate widows, and if they don't bring some of their pet. Candi-
dates to grief before they've done, the Corrupt Practices Aot is a
farce and a fraud.
I declare I have written quite a long letter, and am almost falling
into the unpardonable sin of "emphasis." Well the Parties may do
what they like with the country so long as they do not disturb me.
That I hold to be philosophy and good form. And because I do so I
am to be held up to the ridicule of angry Philistines as
A Mugwump !
TO COKKSSPOKDEHIS.—In no case can Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, cr Drawings, be returned, unless accompanied
by a Stamped and Directed Envelope or Cover. Copies of MS. should be kept by th® Senders.