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February 20, 1892
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90 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [Februaby 20, 1892.
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mIi,
TRUE HOSPITALITY.
(Sir Bonamy Croesus gives seven Dinner Parties a week, and expects Ms Friends to come and choose their own day, and inscribe their Names and
the Date on the Dinner-Booh in the Hall.)
Fair Visitor. "Look, George! Wednesday, the 17th, the Fetterbys are coming. That'll do capitally!" (Writes
down " Air. and Mrs. Topham Sawyer, Feb. 11th") "And there's room eor one more. Let's drive round to Emily's, and get
her to come and put her Name down eor the same Day ! "
ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.F.
House of Commons, Monday, February 8.—The coming1 of Prince
Arthur anxiously looked for as Members gathered for last
Session of a memorable Parliament. When, in August last, he,
with the rest of us, went away, Old Morality still sat in
Leader's place. He was, truly, just then absent in the flesh, already
wasting with the dire disease that carried him off. It was Jokim
who occupied the place of Leader ; Prince Arthur, content to sit
lower down. It seemed to some that when vacancy occurred Jokim,
that veteran Child of Promise, would step in, and younger men wait
their turn. But youth of certain quality must come to the front, as
Bonaparte testified even before he went to Italy, and as Pitt
showed when the Rockingham Administration went to pieces.
Prince Arthur came in shortly after four o'clock. House full,
especially on Opposition Benches; faint blush suffused ingenuous
cheek as welcoming cheer arose. Seemed to know his way to
Leader's place, and took it naturally. Pretty to see Jokim drop in
on one side of him_ with Matthews on the other, buttressing him
about with financial reputation and legal erudition. Tableau
quite undesigned, but none the less effective. Prince Arthur, young,
hot-tempered and, though not without parts, prone to commit errors
of judgment. But with Jokim at his left shoulder, and Henry
Matthews at his right, humble citizens looking on from opposite
Benches, felt a sweet content. On such a basis, the Constitution
might stand any blast.
In absence of Mr. Gh, who still dallies with the sunshine of
Riviera, Squire op Malwood, fresh from hunting in the New
Forest, more than fills the place of Leader of Opposition. A favour-
able opportunity for distinguishing himself marred by accidental
prevalence of funereal associations.
" The Squire," said Plunket—watching him as, with legs
reverently crossed, and elbow sympathisingly resting on box, care-
fully suggestive of life-sized figure of tombstone-mourner, he
intoned his lamentation—"is not fitted for the part, and conse-
quently overdoes it. IS Allegro is his line, II Penseroso does not
suit him."
Everyone glad when, sermon over, and the black-edged folios
put aside, the Squire began business. Happy enough in his attack
on Jokim, always a telling subject in present House of Commons.
"He is," says Sage op Queen Anne's Gate, drawing upon his
theatrical experiences, "like the Policeman in the Pantomime;
always safe for a roar of laughter if you bonnet him or trip him up
over the doorstep."
For the rest, as Prince Arthur pointed out when he came to
reply, Squire's speech had very little to do with the Address, on
which it was ostensibly based. Couldn't resist temptation of
enlarging on financial science for the edification of the unhappy
Jokim.
" Finance," observed Dicky Temple, "is Harcourt's foible."
"Yes," said Jennings, whom everyone is glad to see back in
better health, " and funeral sermons are his forte."
Through nearly hour and half the Squire mourned and jibed,
Prince Arthur listening attentively, all unconscious of the Shades
hovering about the historic seat in which he lounged, as neai'ly as
possible, at full length—Old Morality, kindly generous, pleased in
another's prosperity; Stafford Nortiicote, marvelling at the mad-
ness of a world he has not been loth to quit; Dizzy tickled with the
whole situation, though perhaps a little shocked to see a Leader of
the House resting apparently on his shoulder-blades in the seat
where from 1874 to 1876 there posed an upright statuesque figure with
folded arms and mask-like face, lit up now and then by the gleam of
eyes that saw everything whilst they seemed to be looking no whither.
Pam was there, too, with slightly raised eyebrows as they fell on the
youthful form already installed in a place he had not reached till he
was almost twice the age of the newcomer. Johnny Russell,
scowled at the intruder under a hat a-size-and-half too big for his
legs. Canning looked on, and thought of his brief tenure of the
1 it
mIi,
TRUE HOSPITALITY.
(Sir Bonamy Croesus gives seven Dinner Parties a week, and expects Ms Friends to come and choose their own day, and inscribe their Names and
the Date on the Dinner-Booh in the Hall.)
Fair Visitor. "Look, George! Wednesday, the 17th, the Fetterbys are coming. That'll do capitally!" (Writes
down " Air. and Mrs. Topham Sawyer, Feb. 11th") "And there's room eor one more. Let's drive round to Emily's, and get
her to come and put her Name down eor the same Day ! "
ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.F.
House of Commons, Monday, February 8.—The coming1 of Prince
Arthur anxiously looked for as Members gathered for last
Session of a memorable Parliament. When, in August last, he,
with the rest of us, went away, Old Morality still sat in
Leader's place. He was, truly, just then absent in the flesh, already
wasting with the dire disease that carried him off. It was Jokim
who occupied the place of Leader ; Prince Arthur, content to sit
lower down. It seemed to some that when vacancy occurred Jokim,
that veteran Child of Promise, would step in, and younger men wait
their turn. But youth of certain quality must come to the front, as
Bonaparte testified even before he went to Italy, and as Pitt
showed when the Rockingham Administration went to pieces.
Prince Arthur came in shortly after four o'clock. House full,
especially on Opposition Benches; faint blush suffused ingenuous
cheek as welcoming cheer arose. Seemed to know his way to
Leader's place, and took it naturally. Pretty to see Jokim drop in
on one side of him_ with Matthews on the other, buttressing him
about with financial reputation and legal erudition. Tableau
quite undesigned, but none the less effective. Prince Arthur, young,
hot-tempered and, though not without parts, prone to commit errors
of judgment. But with Jokim at his left shoulder, and Henry
Matthews at his right, humble citizens looking on from opposite
Benches, felt a sweet content. On such a basis, the Constitution
might stand any blast.
In absence of Mr. Gh, who still dallies with the sunshine of
Riviera, Squire op Malwood, fresh from hunting in the New
Forest, more than fills the place of Leader of Opposition. A favour-
able opportunity for distinguishing himself marred by accidental
prevalence of funereal associations.
" The Squire," said Plunket—watching him as, with legs
reverently crossed, and elbow sympathisingly resting on box, care-
fully suggestive of life-sized figure of tombstone-mourner, he
intoned his lamentation—"is not fitted for the part, and conse-
quently overdoes it. IS Allegro is his line, II Penseroso does not
suit him."
Everyone glad when, sermon over, and the black-edged folios
put aside, the Squire began business. Happy enough in his attack
on Jokim, always a telling subject in present House of Commons.
"He is," says Sage op Queen Anne's Gate, drawing upon his
theatrical experiences, "like the Policeman in the Pantomime;
always safe for a roar of laughter if you bonnet him or trip him up
over the doorstep."
For the rest, as Prince Arthur pointed out when he came to
reply, Squire's speech had very little to do with the Address, on
which it was ostensibly based. Couldn't resist temptation of
enlarging on financial science for the edification of the unhappy
Jokim.
" Finance," observed Dicky Temple, "is Harcourt's foible."
"Yes," said Jennings, whom everyone is glad to see back in
better health, " and funeral sermons are his forte."
Through nearly hour and half the Squire mourned and jibed,
Prince Arthur listening attentively, all unconscious of the Shades
hovering about the historic seat in which he lounged, as neai'ly as
possible, at full length—Old Morality, kindly generous, pleased in
another's prosperity; Stafford Nortiicote, marvelling at the mad-
ness of a world he has not been loth to quit; Dizzy tickled with the
whole situation, though perhaps a little shocked to see a Leader of
the House resting apparently on his shoulder-blades in the seat
where from 1874 to 1876 there posed an upright statuesque figure with
folded arms and mask-like face, lit up now and then by the gleam of
eyes that saw everything whilst they seemed to be looking no whither.
Pam was there, too, with slightly raised eyebrows as they fell on the
youthful form already installed in a place he had not reached till he
was almost twice the age of the newcomer. Johnny Russell,
scowled at the intruder under a hat a-size-and-half too big for his
legs. Canning looked on, and thought of his brief tenure of the