Punch (100.1891)

Wary 17, 1891.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 27

But ane who blaws up strife like
this,

Wisdom deems not a wise man.
Fal de ral, &c.

Scot business may be out 0' tune,

True harmony may fail in't,
But deil a cockney tinkler loon

We need to rant and rail in't.
Oar fathers on occasion fonght,

And so can we, if needed ;
Bat windy words with frenzy fraught

Sound Scots should pass unheeded.
Fal de ral, &c.

Let toilers not, like snarling tykes,

In wrangling be divided,
Till foreign Trade, which marks our
Strikes,

Steps in, and we're derided.
Be Scotland still to Scotland true,

Amang oursels united ;
'lis not by firebrands, John, like you

Oar WTangs shall best be righted.
Fal de ral, &c.

The knave who'd crush the toilers
doun,

And him, his true-born brither,
Who'd set the mob aboon the Crown,

Should be kicked out together.
Go, John! Learn temperance, banish
spleen!

Scots cherish throne and steeple,
But while we sing " God save the
Queen,"
We won't forget the People.
Fal de ral, &c.

A Lengthy Novel.—A Thousand
Lines of Her Own, in 3000 vols., by
the Authoress of A Line of Her
Own, in 3 vols. N.B.—What a long
line this must be to occupy three
vols. ! A work of and for a life-
time.

THINGS ONE WJULD RATHER HAVE LEFT UNSAID.

Small Stranger [to Master of the house). "Ow my i the Gentleman as opens the door WILL give

it yer, if yer ring THAT bell 1"

OPEKATIC GOSSIP.

During the preparation of Sir Arthur Sullivan's new Opera,
Lvanhoe, a grave objection to the subject occurred to him, which
was, that one of the chief personages in the dramatis personce must
be "Gilbert"—i.e., Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert. True, that Sir Brian
is the villain of the piece, but this, to Sir Arthur's generous dispo-
sition, only made matters worse. It was evident that he couldn't
change the character's name to Sir Brian de Bois-Sullivan, and
Mr. D'Otley Carte refused to allow his name to appear in the bill
except as Lessee. " I can't put him in simply as Sir Brian," said
the puzzled Composer, "unless I make him an Irishman, and I
don't think my librettist will consent to take this liberty with
Scott's novel." " But the name in the Opera isn't pronounced the
same as W. S. G.'s," objected D'Oyley. "It will be outside the
Opera by ninety out of a hundred." answered Sir Arthur. " But,"
continued D'Oyley, persistently, "it isn't spelt the same." " No,"
replied_ Sir Arthur, "that's the worst of it; there's 'u' and
' i'in it; we're both mixed up with this Guilbert." Fortunately,
the Composer and the Author made up their quarrel, and as a memento
of the happy termination to the temporary misunderstanding, Sir
Arthur, in a truly generous mood, designed to call the character
" Sir Brian de Bois- Gilbert-and- Sullivan." Whether the myste-
rious librettist, whose name has only lately been breathed in the
public ear, insisted on Scott's original name being retained or not,
it is now pretty certain that there will be no departure from the
great novelist's original nomenclature.

A Breach of Veracity.—According to the papers, the Chief Secre-
tary's Lodge in Dublin is blocked with parcels of clothing designed
for the poor in the West of Ireland, sent in response to the request of
Lord Zetland and Mr. Arthur Balfour. We understand there is
no truth in the report, that amongst the first arrivals was a parcel

containing Mr. O'Brien's br-s, with a note explaining, that as he

was about to go to prison again, he had no further use for the article.

New Irish Drink—The Parnellite "Split.

A REMINISCENCE OF C. K.

The excellent article in the Times on the Gth inst. upon CnARLES
Keene was worthy of its subject. The writer in the P. M. G. of a
day earlier pe-formed his self-imposed task with a judicious and loving
hand, and, as far as I can judge, his account of our lamented colleague
seems to be correct. As to our Carlo's Mastership in his Black-
and-White Art, there can be but one opinion among Artists. Those
who possess the whole of the Once a Week series will there find
admirable specimens of Charles Keene in a more serious vein. His
most striking effects were made as if by sudden inspiration. I
remember a story which exactly illustrates my meaning. An artistic
friend was in Keene's studio, while Carlo was at work, pipe in
mouth, of course. "I can't understand," said his friend, "how
you produce that effect of distance in so small a picture." " 0—

um—easy enough," replied Keene. "Look here,"—and-he did

it. But when and how he gave the touch which made the effect, his
friend, following his work closely, was unable to discover, y. C. B.

Pars about Pictures.—There is always something fresh coming
out at Messrs. Dowdeswell's Articultural Garden in Bond Street.
Their latest novelty is the result of a caravan tour from Dieppe to
Nice (" Dieppend upon it, he found it very nice ! " said Young Par,
regardless of propriety and pronunciation) by Mr. C. P. Sainton.
Charles Collins utilised such an expedition from a literary point of
view in his inimitable " Cruise upon Wheels," and this young artist
has turned similar wanderings to good artistic account. His cartes
de visite—no, I beg pardon, his caravans de visite—are. numerous and
varied. Verily, my brethren, all is caravanity ! Not altogether,
for Mr. Sainton, in addition to returning with his caravan and him-
self, has brought back an interesting collection of original and delicate
works in oil and silver-point—in short, taken every caravantage of
his special opportunities. Yours parlously, Old Par.

"May it Please Your ' Warships.'"—Twenty-three American
ships, 118 guns, and 3,009 men; six British ships, 52 guns, 1,229
men; and seven German ships, 42 guns, and 1,500 men—all in
" Pacific" waters ! Looks like Pacific, doesn't it ?