DOI Heft:
November 2, 1889
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17688#0218
November 2, 1889.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
213
IN MEMORIAM.
Xcigjj.
Born, November 3, 1813. Died, October 24, 1889.
Last link with a dead past, the earlier day
Of Lemon, Jerrold, Leech and Thackeray,
Now sundered suddenly!
With what a shock it conies of yearning pain,
The thought that we that presence ne’er again
At the old board may see !
The pen of Pips' s Diary now is still,
The thoughtful face, the heart of warm goodwill,
Pass, with thy passing bell,
From thy old haunt of friendship lit by fame,
Leaving a memory fair, an honoured name :
Percival Leigh, farewell!
COMFORT IN A STORM.
Mighty pleasant are the minor Galleries this gruesome
weather. Truly delightful is it to run into any of these
snug, comfortable little havens, and forget for awhile
the muddy streets, the pouring rain, and the dismal
atmosphere. Pay a visit to McLean’s, and see Sir John
Millais’ delightful little damsels at their Five o'clock
Tea; enjoy a fresh breeze under the guidance of Mr.
J. C. Hook beside his Sea-Pools, Arran; have a good
laugh over M. V. Chevilliard’s Critical Moment; study
Mr. Edwin Long’s Choosing a Deity; and do not omit
to congratulate Mr. Marchs Stone on his Return. He
is the unproverbial Stone that has always kept rolling,
and yet must have gathered a lot of moss. You will find
plenty to amuse you if you go to Yenice in company with
Signor Stefano Nhovo, and inspect his Naughty Boy,
and you will thoroughly relish the breeziness of A Fresh
Morning off the Isle of Wight with Mr. Henry Moore.
After this wandering you will welcome a touching poem,
a symphony in a minor key, M. C. Delort gives you in
The Return of the Exile ; and there are plenty of other
clever painters who will cause you to forget for awhile
our dismal climate.
FOND BUT FOOLISH.
“Let me put his Muzzle on for you, Aunt Tabitha.”
“Hush, Darling! We never use that Word here—it hurts hi3 feel-
ings. We call it his Respirator!”
A BOLT FROM THE BLUE.”
NO MORE SAEES.
[An Insurance Company has been started for securing compensation to the
victims of burglarious enterprise.]
Yes, that curious grating sound just outside the drawing-room
window does, as you say, certainly seem as if somebody were trying
to break in.
No, I do not intend to adopt your further suggestion that I should
take the kitchen-poker and go round the premises with a lantern.
The burglars, who have succeeded in effecting an entrance with
conspicuous ease through my patent roller steel shutters, appear to
he a merry crew. I can distinctly hear them cracking jokes and
opening champagne bottles in the butler’s pantry, preparatory to
beginning their real work among the spoons and forks.
I should rather like to join the burglars’ little “ At Home” in my
drawing-room, only in that case the Insurance Company would
probably say I was in collusion with the housebreakers, and refuse
to pay me my money.
What a pleasure it is to know that there are four dogs in the
house—a dog to every burglar, probably! They have not, as yet,
uttered a sound of protest.
Perhaps a long course of muzzling has taken away their spirits.
Anyhow, the simplest and wisest course for me to adopt is to lock
my bed-room door and go off to sleep again.
You may call me a coward, my dear, and ask me “ how I can bear
to let a thief carry off the silver salver which was a wedding present
from dear Mamma?”—but as I am insured for £2,000 in the new
“ Anti-Burglar Assurance Association,” I do not feel in the least
degree disposed to enter into a personal encounter with a band of
healthy (and probably armed) felons.
Am rather surprised, when I call on the Association to tell them
of the loss of all my plate, to he informed that ‘ ‘ The Company of
course expects the assured to do something to repel a burglar.” I
ask, if they expected me to run the risk of being shot r Agent
replies, “ Oh, yes, certainly.” This is something like assurance!
It also looks bad for the Agent to come back to the house with me
(as he does) and hunt all about the place, apparently with the object
of discovering if I have hidden the stolen things anywhere, and am
merely inventing the burglar story in order to get the compensation.
It looks still worse (for me) when the Agent really finds all the
plate buried in a hole in the back garden ! I remark that the burglars
must have intended to return for it. Agent winks, and says some-
thing about its looking “precious fishy.” Am really sorry the
burglars have made such fools of themselves, and also of me. Never
liked the pattern of that salver, and should have quite enjoyed
getting heavy compensation out of the Company.
Astrology.—Mr. Tay Pay O’Connor says he has the firmest faith
in his “ lucky Star.”
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
213
IN MEMORIAM.
Xcigjj.
Born, November 3, 1813. Died, October 24, 1889.
Last link with a dead past, the earlier day
Of Lemon, Jerrold, Leech and Thackeray,
Now sundered suddenly!
With what a shock it conies of yearning pain,
The thought that we that presence ne’er again
At the old board may see !
The pen of Pips' s Diary now is still,
The thoughtful face, the heart of warm goodwill,
Pass, with thy passing bell,
From thy old haunt of friendship lit by fame,
Leaving a memory fair, an honoured name :
Percival Leigh, farewell!
COMFORT IN A STORM.
Mighty pleasant are the minor Galleries this gruesome
weather. Truly delightful is it to run into any of these
snug, comfortable little havens, and forget for awhile
the muddy streets, the pouring rain, and the dismal
atmosphere. Pay a visit to McLean’s, and see Sir John
Millais’ delightful little damsels at their Five o'clock
Tea; enjoy a fresh breeze under the guidance of Mr.
J. C. Hook beside his Sea-Pools, Arran; have a good
laugh over M. V. Chevilliard’s Critical Moment; study
Mr. Edwin Long’s Choosing a Deity; and do not omit
to congratulate Mr. Marchs Stone on his Return. He
is the unproverbial Stone that has always kept rolling,
and yet must have gathered a lot of moss. You will find
plenty to amuse you if you go to Yenice in company with
Signor Stefano Nhovo, and inspect his Naughty Boy,
and you will thoroughly relish the breeziness of A Fresh
Morning off the Isle of Wight with Mr. Henry Moore.
After this wandering you will welcome a touching poem,
a symphony in a minor key, M. C. Delort gives you in
The Return of the Exile ; and there are plenty of other
clever painters who will cause you to forget for awhile
our dismal climate.
FOND BUT FOOLISH.
“Let me put his Muzzle on for you, Aunt Tabitha.”
“Hush, Darling! We never use that Word here—it hurts hi3 feel-
ings. We call it his Respirator!”
A BOLT FROM THE BLUE.”
NO MORE SAEES.
[An Insurance Company has been started for securing compensation to the
victims of burglarious enterprise.]
Yes, that curious grating sound just outside the drawing-room
window does, as you say, certainly seem as if somebody were trying
to break in.
No, I do not intend to adopt your further suggestion that I should
take the kitchen-poker and go round the premises with a lantern.
The burglars, who have succeeded in effecting an entrance with
conspicuous ease through my patent roller steel shutters, appear to
he a merry crew. I can distinctly hear them cracking jokes and
opening champagne bottles in the butler’s pantry, preparatory to
beginning their real work among the spoons and forks.
I should rather like to join the burglars’ little “ At Home” in my
drawing-room, only in that case the Insurance Company would
probably say I was in collusion with the housebreakers, and refuse
to pay me my money.
What a pleasure it is to know that there are four dogs in the
house—a dog to every burglar, probably! They have not, as yet,
uttered a sound of protest.
Perhaps a long course of muzzling has taken away their spirits.
Anyhow, the simplest and wisest course for me to adopt is to lock
my bed-room door and go off to sleep again.
You may call me a coward, my dear, and ask me “ how I can bear
to let a thief carry off the silver salver which was a wedding present
from dear Mamma?”—but as I am insured for £2,000 in the new
“ Anti-Burglar Assurance Association,” I do not feel in the least
degree disposed to enter into a personal encounter with a band of
healthy (and probably armed) felons.
Am rather surprised, when I call on the Association to tell them
of the loss of all my plate, to he informed that ‘ ‘ The Company of
course expects the assured to do something to repel a burglar.” I
ask, if they expected me to run the risk of being shot r Agent
replies, “ Oh, yes, certainly.” This is something like assurance!
It also looks bad for the Agent to come back to the house with me
(as he does) and hunt all about the place, apparently with the object
of discovering if I have hidden the stolen things anywhere, and am
merely inventing the burglar story in order to get the compensation.
It looks still worse (for me) when the Agent really finds all the
plate buried in a hole in the back garden ! I remark that the burglars
must have intended to return for it. Agent winks, and says some-
thing about its looking “precious fishy.” Am really sorry the
burglars have made such fools of themselves, and also of me. Never
liked the pattern of that salver, and should have quite enjoyed
getting heavy compensation out of the Company.
Astrology.—Mr. Tay Pay O’Connor says he has the firmest faith
in his “ lucky Star.”