DOI issue:
November 30, 1889
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17688#0260
November 30, 1889.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
255
“Do I look delusive or shifty ?
Well, Thousands Two-Hundred-and-Fifty
You ’ll find there secure,
And it’s all for the poor!
I have earned a full right to give freely, I’m
sure,
By being successful and thrifty.
There ’tis, hoys! You three will make good
use, no doubt
For the poor, of this bottle of—shall we say
Stout ? ”
B ravo ! 0 munificent host!
Your magnum is something to boast.
Magnanimous man,
You have hit on a plan
To encourage in giving the many who can,
And shame those who shrink from the cost!
A rare pot of money, indeed ; all made out
Of other big pots—of your excellent Stout!
No'wonder those jolly Trustees
Sit struck, with their hands on their knees.
But each must he goose
If he can’t find good use
For so noble a gift without waste or abuse.
Mr. Punch will just watch, if you please,
That big bottle’s future. Just now he gives
honour
To good Edward Guinness, its generous
donor!
“ Darnlet v.Melnotte.”—Striking names.
The one recalling the history of Mary Queen
of Scots, and the other the celebrated Claude,
likewise the Dame Melnotte, in Lord Lytton’s
Lady of Lyons. Therefore generally inter-
esting, hut specially so to dramatic authors
and actors, as showing that for once and
away there is a Judge willing to understand
theatrical terms and customs, and not above
observing to Counsel, who was questioning
Mr. Pinero as to what he has written for the
stage so as to identify him, that ‘ ‘ Mr. Pinero
required no introduction.” This was very
nice of Mr. Justice Mathew. A great im-
provement in courtesy since The Chief
expressed himself absolutely ignorant of
the existence of two such celebrities as
Corney Grain and Corny,—no, Connie,
Gilchrist.
DE GUSTIBUS,” 8cc.
Doctor. “And how’s your Appetite?”
Patient. “ I can Eat very little, and Drink very little—all I can relish now
is my Physic!” Doctor. "Ah, then, for the present, stick to that!”
THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF BRITISH ARTISTS.
The good old ship in Suffolk Street sails ‘on her winter voyage
with less press of canvas than sometimes, but possibly that canvas
is of a better quality than usual, and better able to withstand the
blast of rude Boreas, the critic. Gone are the startlers, with which
the Whistlerites, the Symphonists, and the Impressionists used to
deck the walls ! Vanished are the Spanish pictures of Hurlstone,
the mild landscapes of Gosling, and the prismatic, half-dressed
young ladies of Woolmer, which flourished in this gallery in a more
remote age. And the good ship—which has weathered many a storm
—sails pleasantly and smoothly on an even keel. Though the
number of pictures has been reduced, there are over six hundred
and fifty works of art—more or less—in the present show. Among
them may be noted two clever landscapes in Provence by Miss Hilda
Montalba, “ Moonlight ” and “ Planting Potatoes.” “ Unveiled,”
by H. T. Schafer, seems to demonstrate that all Mr. Horsley’s
expostulations are unavailing: “ The Home of the Sea Fowl,” by
Horace Cauty, bright, fresh and true; “ The Rehearsal,” by J.
Clark, somewhat sombre in tone, hut carefully painted; “ A Connois-
seur,” by W. D. Almond, full of character; “ Ln the Wake of
Winter,” by F. S. Spenlove, a very clever landscape; “Ashore,”
by F. Brangwyn, a good sea-story well told. This artist also con-
tributes a powerful bit of reality, called “ Spinning Yarn.” “ Home-
wards,” by F. C. Robinson, is a careful transcript of Nature ; “Be-
trayed,” an excellent water-colour, by C. Cattermole ; and “An Old
Romance,” by P. H. Calderon, R.A., iswell worth attentive perusal.
There are a number of excellent sea-pieces by G. S. Walters ; “ The
Mill Stream,” by J. H. Snell; “ When the Sun is Low,” by L.
Grier; “ A Misty. Morning,” by R. Halfnight, an appropriately-
named artist to paint such a subject; a clever picture from Sketches
by Boz, by W. H. Pike (where was Pluck ?); “ On the Loddonby
Yeend King ; and others that well merit the attention of the spectator.
FRENCH HOSPITALITY.
“France has been able to offer her sympathetic hospitality to millions of
foreigners.”—Speech of M. Tirard.
“ Sympathetic hospitality ”’s a very pretty word
For inadequate hotel accommodation,
0 gushing Monsieur Tirard, don’t you think that it’s absurd
To advance a claim like that for your French nation P
Folks visited your wondrous Exhibition, a vast crowd
Thronged fair Paris to the end from the beginning ;
But, in more than one hotel, it’s universally allowed,
That they underwent a process known as “ skinning.”
There is little doubt you welcomed every nation with good will,
And we know what great attractions Paris offers ;
But it’s hardly hospitality that sends us in a bill,
Nor do hosts expect their friends to fill their coffers. [Yankee,
You were welcome to our sovereigns and the dollars of the
And your Show was worth the utmost we could spend;
But Lutetia, for our largesse, might at least, we think, say
And not boast of hospitality, my friend! [“ Thank ye,”
Haunted Houses.—Typhoid, according to the Daily Telegraph re-
port, seems just now to be the awful spectre appearing in many
ancient country houses. The only way of laying this Insanitary
Spectre, is by sending round the Sanitary Inspector.
“Something in the City.”—It is understood that Augustus
Druriolanus, in consequence of his distinguished Pantomime and
Operatic Spectacular services, and Mr. Lewis Wingfield, for his
noble effort in the cause of artistic effect on Lord Mayor’s Show day,
will be elected honorary members of The Worshipful Company of
Spectacle Makers.
255
“Do I look delusive or shifty ?
Well, Thousands Two-Hundred-and-Fifty
You ’ll find there secure,
And it’s all for the poor!
I have earned a full right to give freely, I’m
sure,
By being successful and thrifty.
There ’tis, hoys! You three will make good
use, no doubt
For the poor, of this bottle of—shall we say
Stout ? ”
B ravo ! 0 munificent host!
Your magnum is something to boast.
Magnanimous man,
You have hit on a plan
To encourage in giving the many who can,
And shame those who shrink from the cost!
A rare pot of money, indeed ; all made out
Of other big pots—of your excellent Stout!
No'wonder those jolly Trustees
Sit struck, with their hands on their knees.
But each must he goose
If he can’t find good use
For so noble a gift without waste or abuse.
Mr. Punch will just watch, if you please,
That big bottle’s future. Just now he gives
honour
To good Edward Guinness, its generous
donor!
“ Darnlet v.Melnotte.”—Striking names.
The one recalling the history of Mary Queen
of Scots, and the other the celebrated Claude,
likewise the Dame Melnotte, in Lord Lytton’s
Lady of Lyons. Therefore generally inter-
esting, hut specially so to dramatic authors
and actors, as showing that for once and
away there is a Judge willing to understand
theatrical terms and customs, and not above
observing to Counsel, who was questioning
Mr. Pinero as to what he has written for the
stage so as to identify him, that ‘ ‘ Mr. Pinero
required no introduction.” This was very
nice of Mr. Justice Mathew. A great im-
provement in courtesy since The Chief
expressed himself absolutely ignorant of
the existence of two such celebrities as
Corney Grain and Corny,—no, Connie,
Gilchrist.
DE GUSTIBUS,” 8cc.
Doctor. “And how’s your Appetite?”
Patient. “ I can Eat very little, and Drink very little—all I can relish now
is my Physic!” Doctor. "Ah, then, for the present, stick to that!”
THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF BRITISH ARTISTS.
The good old ship in Suffolk Street sails ‘on her winter voyage
with less press of canvas than sometimes, but possibly that canvas
is of a better quality than usual, and better able to withstand the
blast of rude Boreas, the critic. Gone are the startlers, with which
the Whistlerites, the Symphonists, and the Impressionists used to
deck the walls ! Vanished are the Spanish pictures of Hurlstone,
the mild landscapes of Gosling, and the prismatic, half-dressed
young ladies of Woolmer, which flourished in this gallery in a more
remote age. And the good ship—which has weathered many a storm
—sails pleasantly and smoothly on an even keel. Though the
number of pictures has been reduced, there are over six hundred
and fifty works of art—more or less—in the present show. Among
them may be noted two clever landscapes in Provence by Miss Hilda
Montalba, “ Moonlight ” and “ Planting Potatoes.” “ Unveiled,”
by H. T. Schafer, seems to demonstrate that all Mr. Horsley’s
expostulations are unavailing: “ The Home of the Sea Fowl,” by
Horace Cauty, bright, fresh and true; “ The Rehearsal,” by J.
Clark, somewhat sombre in tone, hut carefully painted; “ A Connois-
seur,” by W. D. Almond, full of character; “ Ln the Wake of
Winter,” by F. S. Spenlove, a very clever landscape; “Ashore,”
by F. Brangwyn, a good sea-story well told. This artist also con-
tributes a powerful bit of reality, called “ Spinning Yarn.” “ Home-
wards,” by F. C. Robinson, is a careful transcript of Nature ; “Be-
trayed,” an excellent water-colour, by C. Cattermole ; and “An Old
Romance,” by P. H. Calderon, R.A., iswell worth attentive perusal.
There are a number of excellent sea-pieces by G. S. Walters ; “ The
Mill Stream,” by J. H. Snell; “ When the Sun is Low,” by L.
Grier; “ A Misty. Morning,” by R. Halfnight, an appropriately-
named artist to paint such a subject; a clever picture from Sketches
by Boz, by W. H. Pike (where was Pluck ?); “ On the Loddonby
Yeend King ; and others that well merit the attention of the spectator.
FRENCH HOSPITALITY.
“France has been able to offer her sympathetic hospitality to millions of
foreigners.”—Speech of M. Tirard.
“ Sympathetic hospitality ”’s a very pretty word
For inadequate hotel accommodation,
0 gushing Monsieur Tirard, don’t you think that it’s absurd
To advance a claim like that for your French nation P
Folks visited your wondrous Exhibition, a vast crowd
Thronged fair Paris to the end from the beginning ;
But, in more than one hotel, it’s universally allowed,
That they underwent a process known as “ skinning.”
There is little doubt you welcomed every nation with good will,
And we know what great attractions Paris offers ;
But it’s hardly hospitality that sends us in a bill,
Nor do hosts expect their friends to fill their coffers. [Yankee,
You were welcome to our sovereigns and the dollars of the
And your Show was worth the utmost we could spend;
But Lutetia, for our largesse, might at least, we think, say
And not boast of hospitality, my friend! [“ Thank ye,”
Haunted Houses.—Typhoid, according to the Daily Telegraph re-
port, seems just now to be the awful spectre appearing in many
ancient country houses. The only way of laying this Insanitary
Spectre, is by sending round the Sanitary Inspector.
“Something in the City.”—It is understood that Augustus
Druriolanus, in consequence of his distinguished Pantomime and
Operatic Spectacular services, and Mr. Lewis Wingfield, for his
noble effort in the cause of artistic effect on Lord Mayor’s Show day,
will be elected honorary members of The Worshipful Company of
Spectacle Makers.