Punch: Punch (101.1891)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[August 153 1891.

AN INSINUATING WHISPER.

"Just look, Laura! what a lovely little Dog that Old Gentleman's got! Hoiv I wish he was Mine!"
"Shall Oi git 'im for tkr, Lydy ?"

HAVE WE FORGOTTEN GORDON?

And what be forty thousand pounds as an offering- made to him
"Who held so high that same bright fame some do their worst to dim!

[Lord Tennyson, under 1 his heading writes appealing to Englishmen for ! pit task f M t t ^ , Tyrt Ers never stood
subscriptions, to.the funds ot the Gordon Beys Home" a* Woking which M tMf for hearts or his home-land's highest pood,

is in want of £40,000. Contributions should be sent to the ireasurer, General „. ,TU1.1-liLjJ wuviuiyuvn & 5

Sir Dighton Pbobtn, Y.C., Marlborough House, Pall Mall.] \ Give ! give ! and with free hands . His spirit s poor, his soul is

hard,

Are we sleeping ? " Have we forgotten ? " Like the thrust of an j Who heeds not our noblest Hero's appeal through the lips of our

Arab spear ... . noblest Bard! _

Comes that conscience-piercing question from the Singer of Hasle- ■ —

Have we'indeed forgotten the hero we so be-sang, r A R™iniscexce and a QroT.moN.-It is ^ported that two

When across the far south sand-wastes the news of his murder rang ? \ £aiet? burlesgue-writers are .about; tc. re-dc> Bhck-Eye d Susan

Forgotten ? So it had seemed to him, as alone afar he lay,
With the Nile to watch for laggard friends, fierce foes to hold at bay;
Though the tired red lines toiled onward up the Cataracts, and we
Dreamed of the shout of the rescuing host his eyes should never see.

"When chivalrous Burxaby lay slain, with a smile in the face of
death,

And for happy news from the hungry wastes men yearned with
bated breath ;

When Wilson pushed his eager way past torrent-swirl and crag,
Till they saw o'er Gordon's citadel wave high—the Mahdi's flag.

That shame was surely enough, enough, that sorrow had a sting
(>ur England should not court again. The Laureate's accents ring
With scorn suppressed, a scorn deserved indeed, if still our part
Is to forget a purpose high that was dear to Gordon's heart.

" This earth has borne no simpler, nobler man." So then sang he
Who sounds a keen reveille now. " Can you help us ? " What say
we ?

Oh, out on words, that come like Wolseley's host too late—too late !
Do—do, in the simple silent way that made lost Gordon great.

Surely these Boys that Gordon loved in the Home with Gordon's
name

Should speak to every English heart that cares for our England's
fame;

up to date," of course, as is now the fashion. As the typical
melodramatic tragedian observes, " 'Tis now some twenty-five years
ago " that Fred Dewar strutted the first of his five hundred nights
or so on the stage as Captain Crosstree, that Patty Oliver sang
with trilling effect her "Pretty Seeusan," and that Danvers, as
Dame Hat///, danced like a rag-doll in a fantoccini-show. To quote
the Poet Crabbe, and to go some way back in doing so,—
;i I see no more within our borough's bound
The name of Danvers ! "

Which lines will be found m No. XVII. of the Poet's " Posthumous
Tales." _

The Modern Traveller.

Ix a restaurant-Pullman he books

ilis seat, a luxurious craze.
Most travellers now take their Cooks,

And everyone's going to Gaze.

Iberian-Hibernian.—Sir,—In Ireland since the time when the
Armada came to grief on its coasts, there have always existed Spanish
names, either pure, as in the instance of Valencia, or slightly mixed.
In Spain the Celtic names are found in the same way, and an
instance occurs on the border-land of Spain and Southern France, in
the name of the place to which the Spanish Premier has gone for his
holiday, viz., Bagneres-de-Bigorre. If " Bigorre" isn't " Begorra,"
what is it ? Don Patrick de Corquez.