DOI issue:
November 16, 1889
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17688#0242
November 16, 1889.]
PUNCH, OR, THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
237
HUNTING HINTS.
How TO RETAIN POSSESSION OF YOUR HORSE AFTER A FALL—-A SALMON REEL AND LlNE IS THE VERY THING !
OUR BOOKING-OPEICE.
The plots of some of Mr. W. S. Gilbert’s Plays, collected in a
volume called Fogerty's Fairy and other Tales, told as stories
necessarily lose much in the
narrative form, except in
the case of Fogerty's Fairy,
which gains by the process.
One of the shorter sketches,
called Little Mim, is, as
Mr. 8am Weller said of
Mr. John Smaulker's con-
L versation,|“ Werrypretty;”
hut the gem of humour in
the book is a short passage
in Maxwell and I, descrip-
tive of the performance of a
couple of Acrobats in a
Music-hall show. This is immensely funny. In his satirical paper
on Authors, Actors and Audiences, the Author makes some good
common-sense observations on the distinction between the work
requisite for even the very best adaptations and for the production
of a genuinely original play. On a cognate subject, Our Dramatists,
in The Fortnightly, I agree with a great deal that Mr. George
Moore writes. From a literary point of view, the article is unworthy
of Mr. George Moore, while as to acquaintance with the subject, if
he knows any more than he has here written, he has not given us the
result of his knowledge. Perhaps he is reserving his force. He justly
praises The Middleman, but has not put his critical Unger on its
weak point, which was spotted in Mr. Punch's columns.
I see it stated a publisher has in hand some work of the late Miss
Amy Levy the authoress of Reuben Sachs, a book of undoubted
cleverness, and as remarkable, in its way, as was As in a Looking-
Glass. Yet, as in A Babe in Bohemia and Dr. Phillips, only the
seamy side of Jewish life is represented, but of its nobility of
mind, its fidelity, its unsectarian, and truly catholic charity, of
which we have daily proof, we read absolutely nothing. As a rule
of romance, given a Jew or a Jesuit, and the author is bound to
make him more or less of a villain. There is a tide in novel-
writing, and perhaps we are on the turn when the original idea will
occur to some one to give us a Jew whose conduct puts Christians to
shame, and a Jesuit who, like the man in the song, “ Cannot tell a
lie if he were to try.”
There should be a new Court appointment mafe immediately—
“ Mistress of the Robins,” and Lady Lindsay should be invited to
fill it. Stern Naturalists have said rude and unkind things about
our picturesque red-waiscoated friend, but Lady Lindsay glorifies
him to his heart’s content. She tells us what the poets have sung
about him, she shows how he has entwined himself in our nursery
lore, she paints his portrait in delightful pictures, and she sings
graceful songs in his praise. All these good things are to be found in
a charming volume called, About Robins. (Rodtledge.) It might
as well have been called, All About Robins—because the talented
authoress, has left nothing for anyone else to say on the subject.
The book is excellently got up—if on a shelf, everyone will wish to
get it down—and “ robinism ” pleasantly pervades it. The blithe
little birds flourish on the cover, chirp on the frontispiece, and
flutter throughout the pages generally. A dainty volume, which
everyone will like for a Christmas present if he can get it.
My faithful Co. writes: — “I have recently been revelling in
research. That benefactor of the human race, Mr. Joseph Foster,
has added another magnificent volume to his already considerable
reference library, in the shape of the. Gray's Lnn Register, which
gives from the earliest date the admissions to the Hon. Society
up to 1889. Besides this mass of valuable information, the entries in
the Marriage Register of Gray’s Inn Chapel are also furnished. The
index to the names of the students is simply admirable—as clear as
crystal, and as easily understood as ABC. Mr. John Foster
deserves well not only of his county but his country. His Men at
the Bar is also first-rate. In this last work, it is scarcely necessary
to add, he leaves Folk Lore to describe law folk.
Baron de Book-Worms & Co.
GREAT ART STREET,
Bond Street should change its name to the above at once.
Mr. Punch says so, and the L. C. C. should see that the excellent notion
is at once carried out. A capital little Show has been opened at the
Fine Art Society of Studies for Pictures. Sir Frederick Leighton,
Professor Legros, Messrs. Stacey Marks, G. D. Leslie, Alma
Tadema, Professor Rdskin, E. J. Poynter, and C. C. Seton are
among the most notable contributors thereto. A charming collec-
tion of pictures of the modern Dutch and French Schools is now on
view at Messrs. Dowdeswells, and an interesting Exhibition is that
of the American and Colonial pictures in the Burlington Gallery.
There never was such a street for pictures as Bond Street. By all
means let it be christened Pictorial Place—or, better still, Great Art
Street, for at all the Galleries they give you an ’arty welcome !
PUNCH, OR, THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
237
HUNTING HINTS.
How TO RETAIN POSSESSION OF YOUR HORSE AFTER A FALL—-A SALMON REEL AND LlNE IS THE VERY THING !
OUR BOOKING-OPEICE.
The plots of some of Mr. W. S. Gilbert’s Plays, collected in a
volume called Fogerty's Fairy and other Tales, told as stories
necessarily lose much in the
narrative form, except in
the case of Fogerty's Fairy,
which gains by the process.
One of the shorter sketches,
called Little Mim, is, as
Mr. 8am Weller said of
Mr. John Smaulker's con-
L versation,|“ Werrypretty;”
hut the gem of humour in
the book is a short passage
in Maxwell and I, descrip-
tive of the performance of a
couple of Acrobats in a
Music-hall show. This is immensely funny. In his satirical paper
on Authors, Actors and Audiences, the Author makes some good
common-sense observations on the distinction between the work
requisite for even the very best adaptations and for the production
of a genuinely original play. On a cognate subject, Our Dramatists,
in The Fortnightly, I agree with a great deal that Mr. George
Moore writes. From a literary point of view, the article is unworthy
of Mr. George Moore, while as to acquaintance with the subject, if
he knows any more than he has here written, he has not given us the
result of his knowledge. Perhaps he is reserving his force. He justly
praises The Middleman, but has not put his critical Unger on its
weak point, which was spotted in Mr. Punch's columns.
I see it stated a publisher has in hand some work of the late Miss
Amy Levy the authoress of Reuben Sachs, a book of undoubted
cleverness, and as remarkable, in its way, as was As in a Looking-
Glass. Yet, as in A Babe in Bohemia and Dr. Phillips, only the
seamy side of Jewish life is represented, but of its nobility of
mind, its fidelity, its unsectarian, and truly catholic charity, of
which we have daily proof, we read absolutely nothing. As a rule
of romance, given a Jew or a Jesuit, and the author is bound to
make him more or less of a villain. There is a tide in novel-
writing, and perhaps we are on the turn when the original idea will
occur to some one to give us a Jew whose conduct puts Christians to
shame, and a Jesuit who, like the man in the song, “ Cannot tell a
lie if he were to try.”
There should be a new Court appointment mafe immediately—
“ Mistress of the Robins,” and Lady Lindsay should be invited to
fill it. Stern Naturalists have said rude and unkind things about
our picturesque red-waiscoated friend, but Lady Lindsay glorifies
him to his heart’s content. She tells us what the poets have sung
about him, she shows how he has entwined himself in our nursery
lore, she paints his portrait in delightful pictures, and she sings
graceful songs in his praise. All these good things are to be found in
a charming volume called, About Robins. (Rodtledge.) It might
as well have been called, All About Robins—because the talented
authoress, has left nothing for anyone else to say on the subject.
The book is excellently got up—if on a shelf, everyone will wish to
get it down—and “ robinism ” pleasantly pervades it. The blithe
little birds flourish on the cover, chirp on the frontispiece, and
flutter throughout the pages generally. A dainty volume, which
everyone will like for a Christmas present if he can get it.
My faithful Co. writes: — “I have recently been revelling in
research. That benefactor of the human race, Mr. Joseph Foster,
has added another magnificent volume to his already considerable
reference library, in the shape of the. Gray's Lnn Register, which
gives from the earliest date the admissions to the Hon. Society
up to 1889. Besides this mass of valuable information, the entries in
the Marriage Register of Gray’s Inn Chapel are also furnished. The
index to the names of the students is simply admirable—as clear as
crystal, and as easily understood as ABC. Mr. John Foster
deserves well not only of his county but his country. His Men at
the Bar is also first-rate. In this last work, it is scarcely necessary
to add, he leaves Folk Lore to describe law folk.
Baron de Book-Worms & Co.
GREAT ART STREET,
Bond Street should change its name to the above at once.
Mr. Punch says so, and the L. C. C. should see that the excellent notion
is at once carried out. A capital little Show has been opened at the
Fine Art Society of Studies for Pictures. Sir Frederick Leighton,
Professor Legros, Messrs. Stacey Marks, G. D. Leslie, Alma
Tadema, Professor Rdskin, E. J. Poynter, and C. C. Seton are
among the most notable contributors thereto. A charming collec-
tion of pictures of the modern Dutch and French Schools is now on
view at Messrs. Dowdeswells, and an interesting Exhibition is that
of the American and Colonial pictures in the Burlington Gallery.
There never was such a street for pictures as Bond Street. By all
means let it be christened Pictorial Place—or, better still, Great Art
Street, for at all the Galleries they give you an ’arty welcome !