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January 16, 1892
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28 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [January 16, 1892.
THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.
Xo. XXIII.
Scene— The Lower Hall of the Scuola di San Eocco, Venice.
The Solemn G. Xow what J want to see, my dear, is the ork—ork
—angel that Ruskin thinks Tintoretto painted the day after he
saw a rook—kic—kic—kie—kingfisher.
[Bob nudges Podbury, who resists temptation heroically.
Miss P. {reading). . . . "the fig-tree which, by a curious caprice,
British Tourists discovered studying the lintorets on the walls \ ^as golden ribs to all its leaves."—Do you see the ribs, Mr. PoDBTTRY.
and ceiling by the aid of Ruskin, Hare, and BiEBEKER, from podh% {feebly). Y—yes. I believe I do. Think they grew that
ivhich they read aloud instructively, to one another. Miss sort 0f fio-_tree formerly, or is it—a—allegorical f
Prendergast has brought The Stones of Venice" for the, jtf;ss {receivinq this query in ci •ushinq sil
. {receiving this query in crushing silence). The ceiling
benefit of_her_ brother and Podbury. Long^self-repression has | requires careful study. Look at that oblong panel in the centre—
with the fiery serpents, which Ruskin finely compares to "winged
lampreys." You're not looking in the right way to see them,
Mr. Podbttry!
Podb. {faintly). I—I did see them— all of them, on my honour I
reduced Podbury to that unpleasantly hysterical condition
known as "a fit of the giggles" which, however, has hitherto
escaped detection.
Miss P. {standing opposite " The Flight into Egypt" reading).
" One of the principal figures here is the Donkey." Where is Mr. : did ! But it gives me such a crick in my neck!
Podbttry ? [To P., who reappears, humbly proffering a tin focus- Miss P. Surely Tintoret is worth a crick in the neck. Did you
sing-case.) Thanks, but you need not have troubled! " The j observe "the intense delight in biting expressed in their eves ?"
Donkey ... um—urn—never seen—um—um—any of the nobler > Bob. {frivolously), /did,'Patia—exactly the same look I observed
animals so sublime as this quiet head of the domestic ass "—{here last night, in a mosquito's eye.
Bob digs Podbttry in the ribs, behind Miss P.'s bach)—"chiefly; [Podbttry has to use his handkerchief violently.
owing to the grand motion in the nostril, The Stout Lady. Now, Ethel, we can
and writhing in the ears." {A spasmodic jus^ sPend ten minutes on the ceiling—and
choke from Podbttry.) May I ask what JlPliPlis, /Wfegfe then we must go. That's evidently Jonah
you find so amusing ? ^..^S'^SS jffflPif^t. in the small oval. [Referring to plan.)
Podb. {crimson). I—I beg your pardon— ^^^^^^^ <|fp^f||!p Yes, I thought so,—it is Jonah. Rusk in
I don't know what I was laughing at Jlilllli^ fr*s^fra considers "the whale's tongue much too
exactly, {Aside to Bob.) Will you shut jS^^mS^f fiX* / large, unless it is a kind of crimson cushion
up, confound you! /"^^S^^Mi^^^--- ^^^kk^' rltem a ^or JOTAB[ to kneel upon." "Well, why not f
A Stout Lady, close by {reading from ^^^^^^^S^^^m^lk Ethel. A cushion, Mother ? what, inside
Hare). "The whole symmetry of it depen- fV^i fv ''Mmm the whale !
ding on a narrow line of light." (Dm- l-.^M/'X Tf^W^i^m^ ^iBI The Stouf Lady' TM we are not toId>
biously, to her Daughter.) I don't quite— jpa. Ill /\y^WJM^m3KK^ my love—"The submissiveness of Jonah is
oh yes, I do now—that's it—where my ' N^H^f^MKHBli 4iw/lfill well given"—So true—but Papa can't bear
sunshade is—"the edge of a carpenter's 1 ^'*/r(' j'i ■ ir\ mkm^'^m^Bmmr'-^f^ being kept waiting for his lunch—we really
square, which connects those unused tools" |v7 $> i'i'/^^^wMi^^^^^^^^^^^^A ought to go now. [They go.
. . . h'm—can you make out the "unused JmJ OT^^s^^Ha^^^^^^K/I^s. The Solemn G. {reading). "There comes
tools," Ethel? /can't . . . But he says— My^^^.^^y^wK^S^j^MmUP out of the mist a dark hand." Have
"The Ruined House is the Jewish Dis- ImF^- -^^jii^^^^m Eiwig'^' got the dark hand yet, my dear ?
pensation." Xow I should never have fflffif -^I^ShKBBXm{ 'wHw -Hi* Wife. Xo, dear, only the mist. At
found that out for myself. [They pass to Wff^0 v "''--«»S^BPlS$IfpSmlli least, there 's something that may be a
another canvas.) "Tintoret denies him- frjjMf rCl , ~- r^WSKS^^^^^^BlK ^anch ; or a bird of some sort,
self all aid from the features . . . Xo time n'mSm1 fflKOfflBm WmfMmm ^he S. G. Ha, it 's full of suggestion-
allowed for watching the expression" . . . 'tombP^^ mSSf^W^r^- ^wP^ fnil of suggestion!
(That reminds me—what is the time by Wft-^A \ tSt ' jf§|&M.¥^ [He passes on, coughing.
your bracelet, darling ':) " Xo blood, no ■ '&m&' - Sn|H|jmf% | f llOrall Miss P. {to Podbury, who is still quiver-
stabbing, or cutting . . . but an awful sub- MWfcT • '^BSs^^^^^M^lS ^ow notice the end one — " the Pall of
stitute i'or these in the chiaroscuro." (Ah, jfe;- '^^^^*a-»fflfflffiRHKPw I Manna "—not that end ; that's "the Pall
yes, indeed! Do you see it, love ?—in the WM' \M jfijjBr^BBBSBB^m^MWM °f Man." Ruskin points out {reading)—
right-hand corner ?) "So that our eyes" Sfll'X 'if /'.^S^^KIkItoW ^ very sweet incident. Four or five
•—{cm injur tally)—"seem to become blood- ' jfffljl^'J 1?^ ''^^SlffiPwI^^h'l ^MmU sheep, instead of pasturing, turn their
shot, and strained with strange horror, and j, I ''Iw^^f ^WK^^^^\jftfflflif heads to catch the manna as it comes
deadly vision." (Xot one o'clock, really f ' ; i'ffi^pV'f Jfv 4'^wi^^t'WXi down" {here Bob# catches Pobbury's eye)
—and we 'veto meet Papa outside Plorian's, 1 mWi f K/^^BHH^^w4f A||r]|B|j\ " or seem to be licking it off each other's
for lunch at one-thirty ! Dear me, we \\ iwjW I fe^ ''^l^^HSl^^^^^Milrl fleeces." (Podbur* is suddenly convulsed by
mustn't stay too long over this room.) IPillr W^.r? wmaB^S^^^.T JTOvir inexplicable and untimely mirth.) Really,
A Solemn Gentleman {with a troublesome W&§§ WJ%r p8HMBPPP^WII'I1^ P0DBTTEy> this is too disgraceful! [She
cough, who is also provided with Hare, ll^^/V3HBffl shuts the book sharply and walks away,
reading aloud to his ivife). .." Further en- ^^^\%^/L///^^^^wWHm\^lM^^r' ~ , , , 7. ,
hanced by-rook-rook-rook !-a largely- ■/. W , Outside ; by the landing-steps.
made — rook—00k!—farm-servant, leaning " =6s^||itlk Miss P. Bob, go on and get the gondola
on a—ork—ork—ork—ork—or—00k!—has- ^jp^ T7?7, ready. I wish to speak to Mr. Podbury.
ket. Shall I—ork!—goon? \Jy {To Podbury, after Bob has withdrawn.)
Llis Wife. Yes, dear, do, please ! It u , c , n n + 11 i Mr. Podbury, I cannot tell you how dis-
1 y 'A- 1 t A oolemn Ut'iitleman, with, a troublesome cougn, . j i j- -j-jt-ci + „
makes one notice things so much more ! ™o,i^».niJj tn uw;fc» gusted and disappointed I feel at your
11 he Solemn (ientleman goes on. senseless irreverence.
3fiss P. {as they reach the staircase). Xow just look at this Podb. {penitently). I—I'm really most awfully sorry—but it came
Titian, Mr. Podbury ! Ruskin particularly mentions it. Do note : over me suddenly, and I simply couldn't help myself !
the mean and petty folds of the drapery, and compare them with Miss P. That is what makes it so very hopeless—after all the
those in the Tintoeets in there. pains I have taken with you ! I have been beginning to fear for
Podb. {obediently). Yes, I will,—a—did you mean now—and will it some time that you are incorrigible—and to-day is really the last
take me long, because-;— [Miss Prendergast sweeps on scornfully, straw ! So it is kinder to let you know at once that you have been
Podb. [following, with a desperate effort to be intelligent). They I tried and found wanting. I have no alternative but to release you
don't seem to have any Fiammingoes here. finally from your vows—I cannot allow you to remain my suitor any
Miss P. {freezingly, over her shoulder). Any what, Mr. Podbury P : longer.
Flamingoes ? Podb. {humbly). I was always afraid I shouldn't last the course,
Podb. {confidently, having noted down the name at the Accademia j don't you know! I did my best—but it wasn't in me, I suppose. It
on his shirt-cuff). Xo, " Ignoto Fiammingo," don't you know. I j was awfully good of you to put up with_ me so long. And, I say,
like that chap's style—what I call thoroughly Yenetian. you won't mind our being friends still, will you now ?
[Well-informed persons in front overhear and smile, j Miss P. Of course not. I shall always wish you well, Mr. Pod-
3Liss P. {annoyed). That is rather strange—because " Ignoto : bury—only I won't trouble you to accompany me to any more
Fiammingo" happens to be merely the Italian for "an unknown ; galleries!
Fleming," Mr. Podbury. [Collapse of Podbury. j Podb. A—thanks. I—I mean, I know I should only be in your
Bob. {aside to Podbury). You great owl, you came a cropper that' way and all that. And—I'd better say good-bye, Miss Prender-
time! [He and^ Podbttry indulge in a subdued bear-fight up the gast. You won't want me in the gondola just now, I'm sure. lean
stairs, after which they enter the Upper Hall in a state easily get another.
of preternatural solemnity. Miss P. Well—good-bye then, Mr. Podbury. I will explain to Bob.
28 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [January 16, 1892.
THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.
Xo. XXIII.
Scene— The Lower Hall of the Scuola di San Eocco, Venice.
The Solemn G. Xow what J want to see, my dear, is the ork—ork
—angel that Ruskin thinks Tintoretto painted the day after he
saw a rook—kic—kic—kie—kingfisher.
[Bob nudges Podbury, who resists temptation heroically.
Miss P. {reading). . . . "the fig-tree which, by a curious caprice,
British Tourists discovered studying the lintorets on the walls \ ^as golden ribs to all its leaves."—Do you see the ribs, Mr. PoDBTTRY.
and ceiling by the aid of Ruskin, Hare, and BiEBEKER, from podh% {feebly). Y—yes. I believe I do. Think they grew that
ivhich they read aloud instructively, to one another. Miss sort 0f fio-_tree formerly, or is it—a—allegorical f
Prendergast has brought The Stones of Venice" for the, jtf;ss {receivinq this query in ci •ushinq sil
. {receiving this query in crushing silence). The ceiling
benefit of_her_ brother and Podbury. Long^self-repression has | requires careful study. Look at that oblong panel in the centre—
with the fiery serpents, which Ruskin finely compares to "winged
lampreys." You're not looking in the right way to see them,
Mr. Podbttry!
Podb. {faintly). I—I did see them— all of them, on my honour I
reduced Podbury to that unpleasantly hysterical condition
known as "a fit of the giggles" which, however, has hitherto
escaped detection.
Miss P. {standing opposite " The Flight into Egypt" reading).
" One of the principal figures here is the Donkey." Where is Mr. : did ! But it gives me such a crick in my neck!
Podbttry ? [To P., who reappears, humbly proffering a tin focus- Miss P. Surely Tintoret is worth a crick in the neck. Did you
sing-case.) Thanks, but you need not have troubled! " The j observe "the intense delight in biting expressed in their eves ?"
Donkey ... um—urn—never seen—um—um—any of the nobler > Bob. {frivolously), /did,'Patia—exactly the same look I observed
animals so sublime as this quiet head of the domestic ass "—{here last night, in a mosquito's eye.
Bob digs Podbttry in the ribs, behind Miss P.'s bach)—"chiefly; [Podbttry has to use his handkerchief violently.
owing to the grand motion in the nostril, The Stout Lady. Now, Ethel, we can
and writhing in the ears." {A spasmodic jus^ sPend ten minutes on the ceiling—and
choke from Podbttry.) May I ask what JlPliPlis, /Wfegfe then we must go. That's evidently Jonah
you find so amusing ? ^..^S'^SS jffflPif^t. in the small oval. [Referring to plan.)
Podb. {crimson). I—I beg your pardon— ^^^^^^^ <|fp^f||!p Yes, I thought so,—it is Jonah. Rusk in
I don't know what I was laughing at Jlilllli^ fr*s^fra considers "the whale's tongue much too
exactly, {Aside to Bob.) Will you shut jS^^mS^f fiX* / large, unless it is a kind of crimson cushion
up, confound you! /"^^S^^Mi^^^--- ^^^kk^' rltem a ^or JOTAB[ to kneel upon." "Well, why not f
A Stout Lady, close by {reading from ^^^^^^^S^^^m^lk Ethel. A cushion, Mother ? what, inside
Hare). "The whole symmetry of it depen- fV^i fv ''Mmm the whale !
ding on a narrow line of light." (Dm- l-.^M/'X Tf^W^i^m^ ^iBI The Stouf Lady' TM we are not toId>
biously, to her Daughter.) I don't quite— jpa. Ill /\y^WJM^m3KK^ my love—"The submissiveness of Jonah is
oh yes, I do now—that's it—where my ' N^H^f^MKHBli 4iw/lfill well given"—So true—but Papa can't bear
sunshade is—"the edge of a carpenter's 1 ^'*/r(' j'i ■ ir\ mkm^'^m^Bmmr'-^f^ being kept waiting for his lunch—we really
square, which connects those unused tools" |v7 $> i'i'/^^^wMi^^^^^^^^^^^^A ought to go now. [They go.
. . . h'm—can you make out the "unused JmJ OT^^s^^Ha^^^^^^K/I^s. The Solemn G. {reading). "There comes
tools," Ethel? /can't . . . But he says— My^^^.^^y^wK^S^j^MmUP out of the mist a dark hand." Have
"The Ruined House is the Jewish Dis- ImF^- -^^jii^^^^m Eiwig'^' got the dark hand yet, my dear ?
pensation." Xow I should never have fflffif -^I^ShKBBXm{ 'wHw -Hi* Wife. Xo, dear, only the mist. At
found that out for myself. [They pass to Wff^0 v "''--«»S^BPlS$IfpSmlli least, there 's something that may be a
another canvas.) "Tintoret denies him- frjjMf rCl , ~- r^WSKS^^^^^^BlK ^anch ; or a bird of some sort,
self all aid from the features . . . Xo time n'mSm1 fflKOfflBm WmfMmm ^he S. G. Ha, it 's full of suggestion-
allowed for watching the expression" . . . 'tombP^^ mSSf^W^r^- ^wP^ fnil of suggestion!
(That reminds me—what is the time by Wft-^A \ tSt ' jf§|&M.¥^ [He passes on, coughing.
your bracelet, darling ':) " Xo blood, no ■ '&m&' - Sn|H|jmf% | f llOrall Miss P. {to Podbury, who is still quiver-
stabbing, or cutting . . . but an awful sub- MWfcT • '^BSs^^^^^M^lS ^ow notice the end one — " the Pall of
stitute i'or these in the chiaroscuro." (Ah, jfe;- '^^^^*a-»fflfflffiRHKPw I Manna "—not that end ; that's "the Pall
yes, indeed! Do you see it, love ?—in the WM' \M jfijjBr^BBBSBB^m^MWM °f Man." Ruskin points out {reading)—
right-hand corner ?) "So that our eyes" Sfll'X 'if /'.^S^^KIkItoW ^ very sweet incident. Four or five
•—{cm injur tally)—"seem to become blood- ' jfffljl^'J 1?^ ''^^SlffiPwI^^h'l ^MmU sheep, instead of pasturing, turn their
shot, and strained with strange horror, and j, I ''Iw^^f ^WK^^^^\jftfflflif heads to catch the manna as it comes
deadly vision." (Xot one o'clock, really f ' ; i'ffi^pV'f Jfv 4'^wi^^t'WXi down" {here Bob# catches Pobbury's eye)
—and we 'veto meet Papa outside Plorian's, 1 mWi f K/^^BHH^^w4f A||r]|B|j\ " or seem to be licking it off each other's
for lunch at one-thirty ! Dear me, we \\ iwjW I fe^ ''^l^^HSl^^^^^Milrl fleeces." (Podbur* is suddenly convulsed by
mustn't stay too long over this room.) IPillr W^.r? wmaB^S^^^.T JTOvir inexplicable and untimely mirth.) Really,
A Solemn Gentleman {with a troublesome W&§§ WJ%r p8HMBPPP^WII'I1^ P0DBTTEy> this is too disgraceful! [She
cough, who is also provided with Hare, ll^^/V3HBffl shuts the book sharply and walks away,
reading aloud to his ivife). .." Further en- ^^^\%^/L///^^^^wWHm\^lM^^r' ~ , , , 7. ,
hanced by-rook-rook-rook !-a largely- ■/. W , Outside ; by the landing-steps.
made — rook—00k!—farm-servant, leaning " =6s^||itlk Miss P. Bob, go on and get the gondola
on a—ork—ork—ork—ork—or—00k!—has- ^jp^ T7?7, ready. I wish to speak to Mr. Podbury.
ket. Shall I—ork!—goon? \Jy {To Podbury, after Bob has withdrawn.)
Llis Wife. Yes, dear, do, please ! It u , c , n n + 11 i Mr. Podbury, I cannot tell you how dis-
1 y 'A- 1 t A oolemn Ut'iitleman, with, a troublesome cougn, . j i j- -j-jt-ci + „
makes one notice things so much more ! ™o,i^».niJj tn uw;fc» gusted and disappointed I feel at your
11 he Solemn (ientleman goes on. senseless irreverence.
3fiss P. {as they reach the staircase). Xow just look at this Podb. {penitently). I—I'm really most awfully sorry—but it came
Titian, Mr. Podbury ! Ruskin particularly mentions it. Do note : over me suddenly, and I simply couldn't help myself !
the mean and petty folds of the drapery, and compare them with Miss P. That is what makes it so very hopeless—after all the
those in the Tintoeets in there. pains I have taken with you ! I have been beginning to fear for
Podb. {obediently). Yes, I will,—a—did you mean now—and will it some time that you are incorrigible—and to-day is really the last
take me long, because-;— [Miss Prendergast sweeps on scornfully, straw ! So it is kinder to let you know at once that you have been
Podb. [following, with a desperate effort to be intelligent). They I tried and found wanting. I have no alternative but to release you
don't seem to have any Fiammingoes here. finally from your vows—I cannot allow you to remain my suitor any
Miss P. {freezingly, over her shoulder). Any what, Mr. Podbury P : longer.
Flamingoes ? Podb. {humbly). I was always afraid I shouldn't last the course,
Podb. {confidently, having noted down the name at the Accademia j don't you know! I did my best—but it wasn't in me, I suppose. It
on his shirt-cuff). Xo, " Ignoto Fiammingo," don't you know. I j was awfully good of you to put up with_ me so long. And, I say,
like that chap's style—what I call thoroughly Yenetian. you won't mind our being friends still, will you now ?
[Well-informed persons in front overhear and smile, j Miss P. Of course not. I shall always wish you well, Mr. Pod-
3Liss P. {annoyed). That is rather strange—because " Ignoto : bury—only I won't trouble you to accompany me to any more
Fiammingo" happens to be merely the Italian for "an unknown ; galleries!
Fleming," Mr. Podbury. [Collapse of Podbury. j Podb. A—thanks. I—I mean, I know I should only be in your
Bob. {aside to Podbury). You great owl, you came a cropper that' way and all that. And—I'd better say good-bye, Miss Prender-
time! [He and^ Podbttry indulge in a subdued bear-fight up the gast. You won't want me in the gondola just now, I'm sure. lean
stairs, after which they enter the Upper Hall in a state easily get another.
of preternatural solemnity. Miss P. Well—good-bye then, Mr. Podbury. I will explain to Bob.