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August 3, 1889
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August 3, 1889.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 51
MARRY COME UP!”
Scene—Botanical Gardens. Dramatis Persona:—Brownscombe, A.R.A. (who was Paintimg
there), and Gardener (who took care of his Easel, &c.). Time—Saturday, Noon.
Gardener. “ I suppose you won’t do any more Work to-day, Sir ? ” {“No,” B, "thought
not.") “No, Sir,”—(beamingly)—“most Tradespeople likes to enj’y their ’Alf ’Oli-
day on Saturday ! ! ”
The docile creature he bestrode
Blared forth a prompt portentous bray.
He raised the rattling bladders high,
And wildly waved them to and fro,
“ A Jester’s Joust,” he said, “ I ’ll try,
For I am curious to know
How they will front, those steel-clad swells,
The music of the Cap-and-bells.”
Oh, there was clattering of mail,
Jingling of stirrups and of swords ;
Lifting of heels, turnings of tail,
And mutterings low of naughty words.
The grey Knight frowned and faced the
“moke,” [prance.
The fat Knight’s steed did plunge and
The Jester cried, “Oh, rare, sweet joke !
I’m leading them—a pretty dance.
How haughty chiefs shake in their selles
At music of the Cap-and-bells ! ”
THE MAGIC OE MUSIC.
(A Fragment from the next History of Persia.)
Teheran was in mourning. The inhabi-
tants went about their avocations silently and
gloomily. There had not been a public
execution for nearly a fortnight, and thus it
seemed that the business of the State had
come to a standstill. The cause of this un-
usual depression and stagnation was to be
found in the Palace.
Alas! the Shah was very ill. Since his
return from Europe he had seemed to lose all
interest in life. He sat all day long on a
pile of cushions lost in a brown study.
Nothing would rouse him. The Prime Minis-
ter was ever on the alert to discover some
distraction that might please his Imperial
master. Now it was a practical joke by which
a retainer lost all his teeth, now a torch-light
serenade by the entire army—but nothing
pleased the Lord of the Lion and the Sun.
“Sire,” said the Prime Minister, striking
the earth sixteen times with his forehead,
after the fashion of the East, “your slave
is anxious to know if your Majesty liked last
night’s fireworks. The portrait of your
Majesty in different coloured fires-”
“Was not a bit like me,” said the Shah,
gloomily. Then, after a pause, he added,
“ Behead Brock ! ”
_ The Prime Minister again struck the earth
sixteen times with his forehead, and replied,
“Nothing would give your slave greater
pleasure, your Majesty, than to behead Brock,
were it not likely to cause war with England.”
“And why not a war with England?”
shouted the Shah. Then in his turn he
added, “Were we invaded, I might hear it
—might dance it! But worry me no further
with affairs of State. I would be alone.”
_ “Your pardon, Sire, but before I go let me
give you a catalogue of my latest importation
from Europe. By the ship even now in sight
I have a ballet with music, scenery, and full
company from the ‘ Empire.’ ”
“ Tush! ” impatiently observed the Shah,
"lam tired of ballets.”
“ Then,” continued the Prime Minister,
rather crestfallen, ‘ ‘ I have a lady who can
whistle Lohengrin, and give an imitation of
a locomotive-engine entering a station, shut-
ting off steam, and rattling through a tunnel;
further, some Baldwin white mice that descend
in a small parachute from a fire-balloon; and,
lastly, a recent decision of Mr. Justice North,
translated into Persian. Surely, one of these
should amuse you.”
“Pooh] poon ! ” again exclaimed the Shah,
j “ I am sick of them all. Look to your head,
Sirrah—if I am not roused speedily, it will go
badly with you I ”
The day wore on, and the Lord of the Lion
and the Sun became gloomier and gloomier.
Suddenly His Majesty pricked up his ears, and
began to listen. He became more and more
attentive, and his excitement grew in pro-
portion. The cause was not far to seek. The
sound of barbaric music was growing louder.
“Dinna ken it?” he cried, using a few
words of Scotch, he had picked up in the
Highlands. “It is the slogan of the Mac-
Gregors, the grandest of them a’ ! ”
The music grew louder and louder, and at
length a bagpiper appeared playing his inte-
resting instrument with marvellous skill and
energy with one hand, while with the other
he asked for largesse. The slogan, when the
instrumentalist had received a bonnet-full of
diamonds, turned into a measure of a more
lively character. With a cry of joy the Shah
jumped up from his cushions, and began
dancing and shouting. This did he for ten
minutes. Then, with his cheeks tinged with
returning health, he sank back exhausted.
“ It is all right,” he exclaimed, when he
had regained sufficient breath to articulate.
I knew it would be all right if I could only
remember the tune of the Highland Fling.”
And jumping up again to the inspiriting
music of the bagpipes, he continued his life-
restoring dancing! Persia was saved!
MARRY COME UP!”
Scene—Botanical Gardens. Dramatis Persona:—Brownscombe, A.R.A. (who was Paintimg
there), and Gardener (who took care of his Easel, &c.). Time—Saturday, Noon.
Gardener. “ I suppose you won’t do any more Work to-day, Sir ? ” {“No,” B, "thought
not.") “No, Sir,”—(beamingly)—“most Tradespeople likes to enj’y their ’Alf ’Oli-
day on Saturday ! ! ”
The docile creature he bestrode
Blared forth a prompt portentous bray.
He raised the rattling bladders high,
And wildly waved them to and fro,
“ A Jester’s Joust,” he said, “ I ’ll try,
For I am curious to know
How they will front, those steel-clad swells,
The music of the Cap-and-bells.”
Oh, there was clattering of mail,
Jingling of stirrups and of swords ;
Lifting of heels, turnings of tail,
And mutterings low of naughty words.
The grey Knight frowned and faced the
“moke,” [prance.
The fat Knight’s steed did plunge and
The Jester cried, “Oh, rare, sweet joke !
I’m leading them—a pretty dance.
How haughty chiefs shake in their selles
At music of the Cap-and-bells ! ”
THE MAGIC OE MUSIC.
(A Fragment from the next History of Persia.)
Teheran was in mourning. The inhabi-
tants went about their avocations silently and
gloomily. There had not been a public
execution for nearly a fortnight, and thus it
seemed that the business of the State had
come to a standstill. The cause of this un-
usual depression and stagnation was to be
found in the Palace.
Alas! the Shah was very ill. Since his
return from Europe he had seemed to lose all
interest in life. He sat all day long on a
pile of cushions lost in a brown study.
Nothing would rouse him. The Prime Minis-
ter was ever on the alert to discover some
distraction that might please his Imperial
master. Now it was a practical joke by which
a retainer lost all his teeth, now a torch-light
serenade by the entire army—but nothing
pleased the Lord of the Lion and the Sun.
“Sire,” said the Prime Minister, striking
the earth sixteen times with his forehead,
after the fashion of the East, “your slave
is anxious to know if your Majesty liked last
night’s fireworks. The portrait of your
Majesty in different coloured fires-”
“Was not a bit like me,” said the Shah,
gloomily. Then, after a pause, he added,
“ Behead Brock ! ”
_ The Prime Minister again struck the earth
sixteen times with his forehead, and replied,
“Nothing would give your slave greater
pleasure, your Majesty, than to behead Brock,
were it not likely to cause war with England.”
“And why not a war with England?”
shouted the Shah. Then in his turn he
added, “Were we invaded, I might hear it
—might dance it! But worry me no further
with affairs of State. I would be alone.”
_ “Your pardon, Sire, but before I go let me
give you a catalogue of my latest importation
from Europe. By the ship even now in sight
I have a ballet with music, scenery, and full
company from the ‘ Empire.’ ”
“ Tush! ” impatiently observed the Shah,
"lam tired of ballets.”
“ Then,” continued the Prime Minister,
rather crestfallen, ‘ ‘ I have a lady who can
whistle Lohengrin, and give an imitation of
a locomotive-engine entering a station, shut-
ting off steam, and rattling through a tunnel;
further, some Baldwin white mice that descend
in a small parachute from a fire-balloon; and,
lastly, a recent decision of Mr. Justice North,
translated into Persian. Surely, one of these
should amuse you.”
“Pooh] poon ! ” again exclaimed the Shah,
j “ I am sick of them all. Look to your head,
Sirrah—if I am not roused speedily, it will go
badly with you I ”
The day wore on, and the Lord of the Lion
and the Sun became gloomier and gloomier.
Suddenly His Majesty pricked up his ears, and
began to listen. He became more and more
attentive, and his excitement grew in pro-
portion. The cause was not far to seek. The
sound of barbaric music was growing louder.
“Dinna ken it?” he cried, using a few
words of Scotch, he had picked up in the
Highlands. “It is the slogan of the Mac-
Gregors, the grandest of them a’ ! ”
The music grew louder and louder, and at
length a bagpiper appeared playing his inte-
resting instrument with marvellous skill and
energy with one hand, while with the other
he asked for largesse. The slogan, when the
instrumentalist had received a bonnet-full of
diamonds, turned into a measure of a more
lively character. With a cry of joy the Shah
jumped up from his cushions, and began
dancing and shouting. This did he for ten
minutes. Then, with his cheeks tinged with
returning health, he sank back exhausted.
“ It is all right,” he exclaimed, when he
had regained sufficient breath to articulate.
I knew it would be all right if I could only
remember the tune of the Highland Fling.”
And jumping up again to the inspiriting
music of the bagpipes, he continued his life-
restoring dancing! Persia was saved!