March 22, 1890.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 137

"ENGLISH, YOTJ KNOW, ^m^-.<^.„, i^^mm^A^aWM' ODE ON A BLACK BALL.

QUITE ENGLISH." '■■=--- "ll'^^^^^^^Wj^m, (A Fragment, some way after Addison,

Peehaps, the good old rule that, . R^^^ PickeduP in ^neighbourhood of the

"You should never look a gift-horse IrWS^i \ ':/ MwMM> Athenmum Club.)

in the mouth,'' cannot he so rigorously ' | ^^jffiPjji^"/mIUzSbBw "What though in solemn silence all

applied to gifts of pictures to the "| W|| K% ^V^^^^W^'iZ^ /£// ki t^K Drop in the dark the fatal hall ?

Nation as to other things. Neverthe- 111 iKl| ||i \^ J^jS. fS^^fc^^^ Am m WmMb What though no overt voice or sound

less, Mr. Tate's munificent proffer K^/gT Sit^^^^m^^/ \ \ VJT I ^W- Amidst the voting throng he found?

of his Collection to the National |l /wlsf 's^^^^S^m^^lllf^ III In reason's ear they speak of choice,

Gallery, is surely too good a thing to i f aJ»A mmdb^SBHm£'Isll \\C I And utter forth a boding voice,

be missed through matters of mere A-~^:A {^wM^Sr^fM '^MWiT^ Saying, as silent they recline,

detail. Mr. Punch's -new is—well, ,-^nufl\^mi, 'Ww/^z / ''/flf^^^ \\\P " Your company we must decline! "

despite Touchstone's attack on " the |}J11](q| fi^^^^^^C ' X/ ^ ^rsm r>»>is» if -
very false gallop of verses," there are ii^pV) i^^^>MB\^^^ui\imSmjf^iS^ llWa

two things that come most insinu- ^/ fv. «v^OT * '^si^^ill&^Siw ImbLIII?- Piping Times foe the Empire.—
atinglyin metre; offers of love, and ^WMSk^A^^yLs^^^^^^^f WKSk Tne bagpipes were not heard play-
off nendly advice:— ™~S~f ^-^KIS^KF^ . ^g^T™uj~y ing, " The Campbells are Coming,"
English Art no longer paints '^^^Wt^WS^^r' I S ^ ■■•^VAlfes^^P, at the relief of Lucknow. Why?
Those "squint-eyed Byzantine saints" pTTTililiwi^i/' I a i^P^^BW^ Because the regiment hadn t got any.
Mr. Orbock so disparages. IPWii'' """MMfrH' ' / ^ Tile regimental bagpipes were turn
Martyrdoms and Cana Marriages W^^^^^mMh^^^\M^^M^^Sik^ introduced by Mr. Botjcicatjlt, m
Over-stock our great Art Gallery. P |j^lT|W I TTlBT his drama of The Relief of Lucknow
Giving ground for Oerock's raillery. , ^SSniSiSMtlL^' //Trss^l, i,mTCC/ / ^that wa-s , e, sutj'eot' whatever the
Scenes in desert dim, or dun stable ,i>" fo^aiMBB^slfe^r'//I I/fffliWIIffllfeM^feB name might have been) at Astley's.
Than Green English lanes by Con- a.^ ^^JW^sP^ ^fe_±^y==fii^«»l■- Miss Amy Roselle's recitation of the
stable TV-^-b^ r r # h IliiililHll fi 11 IfflWllll I il thrilling story specially written for
Are less welcome, or brown rocks Hill I'll I I ill 11 hi WWW I 1 IIWiLl ber by Mr. Savile Ciaekb is most
And grey streams by David Cox. 1 J a iJfflWl i t1 M ' i'1!! 1 > 1 MW dramatic,.and thrills the audience at
Saint Sebastian's death? Far sweeter M(] 1 M M l[fn^^pBf' )' I!') I ™ ^ ; 11 (fHHillll'i'l'il the Empire. The journabstic dis-
SyIvan scenes by honest Petee ; ' " cussion, as to the pipes, comes in
There's a charm in dear De Wint A Fancy Portrait of my Laundress, judging by her Handiwork. very appropriately, and will assist to

Cannot be conveyed in print.----------------raise the wind and pay the piper.

come out, as you will find the exhibition "
so paletteahle. Then haying refreshed your
eye with the spring sunshine—if there hap-
pens to be any about—you will turn into
McLean's salon and see a marvellous picture
of Jaffa, by G. Bat/eeneeind, and other works
by English and foreign painters. The
County Council will have to change the title
of this street into the A-market, "A" stand-
ing for Art, of course.

Verdant landscapes, sea-scapes cool,
Painted by the English School.
Must be welcome to our British
Taste, which is not grim or skittish ;
Rather Philistine, it may he,
Sweet on cornfields and the Baby;
Yet of Romney's grace no spurner,
Or the golden dreams of Ttjenee.
Moral P Will a moral, bless us !
Comes like that old shirt of Nesst/s.
Still, here goes ! An Art-official
Should be genial, but judicial.
When an Art-Collection's national,
It is obviously rational
It should be a bit eclectic,
Weeding out the crude or hectic.
He who'd have his country's honour,
As a liberal Art-donor,
Thinks more of his country's fame
Than of his particular name.
"Would you win true reputation
As benefactor of the Nation.
Trust me 'tis not " special room "
Keeps that glory in full bloom.
Punch is a plain-speaking chap;
Here's his view of things. Verb. sap.

Pictubes in theHaymabket.—"And there
stood the 'tater-man, In the midst of all the
wet; A vend-
ing of his taters
in the lonely
Haymarket." So
sang one of the
greatest of Mr.
Punch's singers,
years agone. If he
had sung in the
present day, he
would have sub-
stituted pictures
for 'taters ; for
surely this plea-
sant thorough-
fare has become
a mart for pic-
tures and players
rather than potatoes. Look in at Tooth's
Gallery, and you will stay a long while, in-
deed you will age considerably, and may be
said to be "long in the Tooth," before you

THE GRAND OLD HAT.

When this old hat was new,

('Tis not so many years,)
My followers did not view

My course with .doubts and fears.
Chamberlain then would praise,

And Henry James was true;
Ah! this was in the days

When this old hat was new.

When this old hat was new

My head was smaller—yes!
Now I'd have much ado

To get it on, I guess.
The cause I cannot tell,

I only know 'tis true ;
My head has seemed to swell

Since this old hat was new.

Perhaps, as some maintain,

My cranium may have grown,
Owing to stretch of brain,

Or thickening of bone.
"The hat has shrunk?" Eh? What?

That nonsense will not do !
My head has grown, a lot,

Since this old hat was new.

What Ttndall dares to call,

In wrath, my " traitorous " head,
Is " growing still," that's all;

(Of " Maeian " this was said)
My cranial vertex flat ?

Pah! Tories may pooh-pooh ;
I wore a smaller hat

When this old hat was new'

The New Bishop of Durham —Westcott
and,—no, Bishops don't wear them—so His
Reverend Lordship will be known as West-
cott and Apron."

This recitation is a great "Relief" to the
ordinary Music-hall entertainments, and the
Empire has " Luck now."

"PROPRIA ftUAE MARIBUS."

Penthesilea straddling on the pigskin ?

Surely a male biped need not dwell
In a prejudiced pedantic prig's skin,

Not to like that prospect passing well,
Caeltle, who scoffed at Man, had deemed it
caddish

To picture Woman as " a mere forked radish."
Dear Diana after hounds a riding

Like—a clothes-peg on a clothes-line ? Nay!
Rub out all unnatural laws dividing

Sex from sex,—'tis the World's drift to-day.
Let ladies mount the 'bus, or Hansom Cab it,
But let not custom new banish old Habit.
Paint, write poems, pose as prandial wit,

Perorat3 upon the public platform; [Ma'am,
Even in the County Council sit, Ma'am,

If Law lets you, and your taste takes that
form;

But take Punch's tip, and do not straddle;
Stick to common-sense and the side-saddle.

Lines on the Labour Conference.
The youthful German Emperor may try

By Socialistic plans to prop his rule.
Some think 'twill all
result in a great
cry,

And little (Berlin)
wool.

Still, all good souls

will wish young

William luck.
The Teutons may

not relish Swiss 3

suggestion,
But anyhow it shows

the Emperor's ^

pluck

In handling Berne-wg questions,

Q. Shall Privates in uniform be admitted
to the stalls and boxes in theatres ? A. Cer-
tainly, if covered with " Orders." Private
Boxes will henceforth be Boxes for Privates.