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November 28, 1891
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 28, 1891.
Nurse. "Well—he has been wandering a good deal in his Mind. Early this
Morning I heard him say, ' What an old Woman that Doctor is !'—and I think
that was about the last really RATIONAL remark he made."
THE LITTLE CERMANIA MACNATE;
Or, Trying to Sway the Sceptre.
[" Supremo, lex regis voluntas." Words reported to
have been written by the German Emperor in the
Visitors' Book of the City Council at Munich.]
No more let men chatter of such a small
matter
As Ladies Magnetic, with mystical forces,
Whose billiard-cue business strikeswith sheer
dizziness
Muscular Miloeswho 're game to lift horses.
As Mitchell the bulky was made to look
sulky [Mystery,
By slight Mrs. Abbott, the Georgian
She is struck silly by Behemoth Billy,
That young Teuton Titan, the toughest in
history.
0 Oracle Mighty (though vocally flighty),
Great Creature, omniscient (if a bit youth-
ful),
Panjandrum-plus-C.esar, Herculean Teaser
Of tendencies vicious, or tame, or un-
truthful !
You mastered the Moral while sucking your
coral—
You set the world right—in idea—in your
cradle.
Omnipotent Bumble, our pride let us humble,
And take our opinions—like soup—from
your ladle!
You are such a fellow! The sages turn yellow,
The wits all go pallid, and so do the heroes;
Big Brontes grow jealous when you blow the
bellows,
A fig for your C-esars, Iskanders, and
Neros !
You lick them allhollow, great Yulcan-Apollo,
Sole lord of our consciences, lives, arts, and
armies! [Sir,
But (like Mrs. A., Sir) 'twould floor you to say,
Where, what, in the mischief the source of
your charm is!
Say, how do you do it? That Georgian's cue, it,
Oompared with your sceptre, is just a mere
withy. \tas"
You quietly front in with that calm " Vohin-
(Expressed for our guidance in epigrams
pithy)
\ ou hint you can rule us, and guide us, and
school us,
"All off your own bat," without Clergy or
Minister,
Giving swift gruel to stage-prank, or duel,
Or anything else you think stupid or sinister.
0 Autocrat fateful, we ought to be grateful
For such an infallible, all-potent party,
At this time of day too, to snow us the way
to- [hearty.
Wherever you'd lead us, with confidence
And as for those duffers, your confidence
suffers
To tug at the sceptre, with vain thoughts
of swaying it,
What can it matter? "The Magnet" can
shatter
Their strength ; at its pleasure controlling
or staying it.
In vain " Blood and Iron," with foes that
environ
Your sceptre, smart Press-man, or Socialist
spouter, [tether,
May struggle together; you hold them in
Or so you proclaim, you, whom foes call
"the Shouter."
The pose is imposing, if ere the scene's
closing, [beaten;
The "Little Germania Magnate" gets
Well, put at the worst, Sir, you are not the
first, Sir,
Who playing the Thraso has humble-pie
eaten!
"Dinner Forget."—Lord Randolph is
coming home by a Union Company's Steamer.
The distinguished Unionist is to have a special
cook to attend to him. Does this mean that
he returns as a Special Cook's Tourist ?
An Election Echo.
Gladstonian Lambert,
Of course, as he should,
This last bye-election
Considered was good.'
But Unionist Beller
Has said, on reflection,
That to him it seemed rather
A Good-Bye election!
New Work.—A Merry England in a Cat's
Cradle, by the Author of Across England in
a Dog-Cart. _
A very Revolting Place.—Brazil.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 28, 1891.
Nurse. "Well—he has been wandering a good deal in his Mind. Early this
Morning I heard him say, ' What an old Woman that Doctor is !'—and I think
that was about the last really RATIONAL remark he made."
THE LITTLE CERMANIA MACNATE;
Or, Trying to Sway the Sceptre.
[" Supremo, lex regis voluntas." Words reported to
have been written by the German Emperor in the
Visitors' Book of the City Council at Munich.]
No more let men chatter of such a small
matter
As Ladies Magnetic, with mystical forces,
Whose billiard-cue business strikeswith sheer
dizziness
Muscular Miloeswho 're game to lift horses.
As Mitchell the bulky was made to look
sulky [Mystery,
By slight Mrs. Abbott, the Georgian
She is struck silly by Behemoth Billy,
That young Teuton Titan, the toughest in
history.
0 Oracle Mighty (though vocally flighty),
Great Creature, omniscient (if a bit youth-
ful),
Panjandrum-plus-C.esar, Herculean Teaser
Of tendencies vicious, or tame, or un-
truthful !
You mastered the Moral while sucking your
coral—
You set the world right—in idea—in your
cradle.
Omnipotent Bumble, our pride let us humble,
And take our opinions—like soup—from
your ladle!
You are such a fellow! The sages turn yellow,
The wits all go pallid, and so do the heroes;
Big Brontes grow jealous when you blow the
bellows,
A fig for your C-esars, Iskanders, and
Neros !
You lick them allhollow, great Yulcan-Apollo,
Sole lord of our consciences, lives, arts, and
armies! [Sir,
But (like Mrs. A., Sir) 'twould floor you to say,
Where, what, in the mischief the source of
your charm is!
Say, how do you do it? That Georgian's cue, it,
Oompared with your sceptre, is just a mere
withy. \tas"
You quietly front in with that calm " Vohin-
(Expressed for our guidance in epigrams
pithy)
\ ou hint you can rule us, and guide us, and
school us,
"All off your own bat," without Clergy or
Minister,
Giving swift gruel to stage-prank, or duel,
Or anything else you think stupid or sinister.
0 Autocrat fateful, we ought to be grateful
For such an infallible, all-potent party,
At this time of day too, to snow us the way
to- [hearty.
Wherever you'd lead us, with confidence
And as for those duffers, your confidence
suffers
To tug at the sceptre, with vain thoughts
of swaying it,
What can it matter? "The Magnet" can
shatter
Their strength ; at its pleasure controlling
or staying it.
In vain " Blood and Iron," with foes that
environ
Your sceptre, smart Press-man, or Socialist
spouter, [tether,
May struggle together; you hold them in
Or so you proclaim, you, whom foes call
"the Shouter."
The pose is imposing, if ere the scene's
closing, [beaten;
The "Little Germania Magnate" gets
Well, put at the worst, Sir, you are not the
first, Sir,
Who playing the Thraso has humble-pie
eaten!
"Dinner Forget."—Lord Randolph is
coming home by a Union Company's Steamer.
The distinguished Unionist is to have a special
cook to attend to him. Does this mean that
he returns as a Special Cook's Tourist ?
An Election Echo.
Gladstonian Lambert,
Of course, as he should,
This last bye-election
Considered was good.'
But Unionist Beller
Has said, on reflection,
That to him it seemed rather
A Good-Bye election!
New Work.—A Merry England in a Cat's
Cradle, by the Author of Across England in
a Dog-Cart. _
A very Revolting Place.—Brazil.