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February 27, 1892
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February 27, 1892.] PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAKIVAKI.
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friendly smile, perhaps the only Irishman in the House who, if a coat j " And what do you think of the Tory scheme of Home Rule," I
were trailed before him, would turn away from temptation. It's only j asked Justin McCarthy, when it was all over.
Irishmen, with their inexhaustible fund of humour, who would have ; " Timeo Danaos, et dona ferentes" he said, dropping1 into his
put Justin McCarthy in his present place. Doesn't much matter so j native Celtic speech. "But in this case there is no room for
long as Tim Healy's around. I '11 bet my gold mine at Mashonaland j apprehension. Balfour may leave this wooden horse outside the
against the Kennel, Barks, that Tim will make up the average of gates for a month, and the Trojans wouldn't touch it with a pair of
fighting even when Brer Rabbit in the scale."
There's one thing changed_Granbolph did not allude to; per-
haps unconscious of it. 'Tis his own appearance. In addition to the
beard, he has put on ruddy tint that speaks well for Mashonaland as
a health resort compared with Westminster. Amongst the pale-
faced legislators his visage shines like the morning sun. " Quite a
Colonial look about him," says Algernon Borthwick, fretfully.
"But, after a few dinners at the Amphitryon and a few nights at
the House and elsewhere, he'll get over it."
Members from all parts crowd round Granbolph to shake the
horny hand of the intrepid explorer, the dauntless lion dompter. A
cold air whistles along the row of Ministers as he sits behind.
"What's he up to?" Jokim hoarsely whispered, all his native
gaiety eclipsed.
" Come down, I suppose," said Prince Arthur, smiling, " to con-
tongs.'
Prince Arthur grew more confident as the clouds gathered.
"I see very well," he said, "if I'm to stable this horse in the
Home Riile Troy, I must drag it all the way myself. I shall get no
help from either section of the garrison. But it's got to be done,
and I '11 buckle-to. Once through, it will settle the more than ten
years' siege."
Business done.—Prince Arthur left tugging away at his wooden
horse.
Friday Night.—House of Lords aln st deserted. Halsbury
punctual in his place, making most of o iportunities on Woolsack
whilst they yet remain.
" Here to-day and gone to-morrow, Toby," he remarked, with
forced gaiety ; but, when I hand in the Seals of Office, I shall at
least have the serene assurance to cheer me in my retirement that
"THE HUNTING OF THE HARCOURT."
{According to Fancy Sketch by " Observer " in the " Times.") " 0 where and 0 where is our Sarcourt Laddie gone V
gratulate us on our great victory last night, whereby we escaped
defeat in Debate on Address by triumphant majority of' 21."
" Quite a stormy petrel don't you think?" Jokim said, nervously
rubbing his hands.
" Not exactly," said Prince Arthur ; " that usually comes before
the storm you know. If you must be personal and ornithological, I
should say Grandolph's appearance on the scene is more reminiscent
of the vulture ; a little hasty in his appearance perhaps, but that is
none the less significant."
Business done.—Practically none, and so home to dinner at twenty
minutes to eight.
Thursday Night. — Prince Arthur explained provisions of long-
looked-for Local Government scheme. A remarkable, unexampled,
scene. House crowded on every Bench, with Duke of Devonshire
looking down from Peers' Gallery, thanking Heaven he is out of it.
Prince Arthur's manner in introducing the measure in keeping with
the strange surroundings. Might reasonably have been expected
that he would have been at pains to recommend the Bill to accept-
ance of House. Not a bit of it. If people insisted upon regarding it
as the most important business of Session, Prince Arthur couldn't
help it. _ But he certainly would not foster the delusion. In its
potentiality of beneficent effect, the Bill nothing in comparison with
the Coercion Act or the Light Railways Act.
"A poor thing," he said, in effect, and did not add, "but mine
own."
If it was not his, certainly no one else would own it. Irish Members
received it with jeers. John Morley denounced it as a monstrous
imposture. Squire of Malwoob benignantly affected to regard it
as a little joke with which Ministers designed to vary a dull Session.
But a joke may be carried too far; better drop this now, and go to
business.
Oddly enough, the storm of contumely had effect of inspiring
Prince Arthur with new affection for his unwelcomed offspring,
adding to the strength of his evidently new conviction that the
proposed expedient was sound, and, if accepted, would prove
efficacious.
the whole of my family, including collateral branches, have been
provided for."
Amongst the prevailing dolour, the Markiss in high spirits.
"Things not looking well in the Commons or the country, I
admit," he says; "but all is not lost yet. I have still a card to
play, and I believe it will score the trick. We shall presently have
to go to the country, and fight a confident Opposition. Successful
Foreign Policy is played out. Free Education has brought us no
support; trifling with Home Rule in Ireland will bring us enemies.
Am convinced that the thing to go to the country on is the fog.
Middleton 's our man. Been thinking over it for a week. See it
now; shall take up question of London fog; devise some means of
battling with it; and then let the worst come. A Government that
has fought the fog will at least carry London, and, London ours,
we shall be able to stem the tide of anarchy."
Business done.—The Markiss takes a great resolution.
Pabbywhack anb Dr. Birch. — Everyone knows what " the
Assisted Education (Ireland) Bill" is. Why should not an Assisted
Education (England) Bill be brought in to enable public school-boys
to secure, without payment of any additional fee beyond that included
for " swishing " in the Bill sent home to the parents, the specimen of
the legal instrument with which their education may have been most
helpfully assisted ?
"Becky the Seconb."—Those comparatively few who answered
our query as to where "the good Becky, the very opposite of Becky in
Vanity Fair, was to be found in Thackeray's works," and have
referred us to A Shabby Genteel Story, are right. The many who
hit upon Rebecca in the burlesque of Icanhoe mistook the question.
A Corresponbent, signing himself "Ignoramus," writes to
inquire "The address of a Society called 'The Londor French
Polishers.' " He says, "I want my French polished up a bit betore
going to Paris."
105
friendly smile, perhaps the only Irishman in the House who, if a coat j " And what do you think of the Tory scheme of Home Rule," I
were trailed before him, would turn away from temptation. It's only j asked Justin McCarthy, when it was all over.
Irishmen, with their inexhaustible fund of humour, who would have ; " Timeo Danaos, et dona ferentes" he said, dropping1 into his
put Justin McCarthy in his present place. Doesn't much matter so j native Celtic speech. "But in this case there is no room for
long as Tim Healy's around. I '11 bet my gold mine at Mashonaland j apprehension. Balfour may leave this wooden horse outside the
against the Kennel, Barks, that Tim will make up the average of gates for a month, and the Trojans wouldn't touch it with a pair of
fighting even when Brer Rabbit in the scale."
There's one thing changed_Granbolph did not allude to; per-
haps unconscious of it. 'Tis his own appearance. In addition to the
beard, he has put on ruddy tint that speaks well for Mashonaland as
a health resort compared with Westminster. Amongst the pale-
faced legislators his visage shines like the morning sun. " Quite a
Colonial look about him," says Algernon Borthwick, fretfully.
"But, after a few dinners at the Amphitryon and a few nights at
the House and elsewhere, he'll get over it."
Members from all parts crowd round Granbolph to shake the
horny hand of the intrepid explorer, the dauntless lion dompter. A
cold air whistles along the row of Ministers as he sits behind.
"What's he up to?" Jokim hoarsely whispered, all his native
gaiety eclipsed.
" Come down, I suppose," said Prince Arthur, smiling, " to con-
tongs.'
Prince Arthur grew more confident as the clouds gathered.
"I see very well," he said, "if I'm to stable this horse in the
Home Riile Troy, I must drag it all the way myself. I shall get no
help from either section of the garrison. But it's got to be done,
and I '11 buckle-to. Once through, it will settle the more than ten
years' siege."
Business done.—Prince Arthur left tugging away at his wooden
horse.
Friday Night.—House of Lords aln st deserted. Halsbury
punctual in his place, making most of o iportunities on Woolsack
whilst they yet remain.
" Here to-day and gone to-morrow, Toby," he remarked, with
forced gaiety ; but, when I hand in the Seals of Office, I shall at
least have the serene assurance to cheer me in my retirement that
"THE HUNTING OF THE HARCOURT."
{According to Fancy Sketch by " Observer " in the " Times.") " 0 where and 0 where is our Sarcourt Laddie gone V
gratulate us on our great victory last night, whereby we escaped
defeat in Debate on Address by triumphant majority of' 21."
" Quite a stormy petrel don't you think?" Jokim said, nervously
rubbing his hands.
" Not exactly," said Prince Arthur ; " that usually comes before
the storm you know. If you must be personal and ornithological, I
should say Grandolph's appearance on the scene is more reminiscent
of the vulture ; a little hasty in his appearance perhaps, but that is
none the less significant."
Business done.—Practically none, and so home to dinner at twenty
minutes to eight.
Thursday Night. — Prince Arthur explained provisions of long-
looked-for Local Government scheme. A remarkable, unexampled,
scene. House crowded on every Bench, with Duke of Devonshire
looking down from Peers' Gallery, thanking Heaven he is out of it.
Prince Arthur's manner in introducing the measure in keeping with
the strange surroundings. Might reasonably have been expected
that he would have been at pains to recommend the Bill to accept-
ance of House. Not a bit of it. If people insisted upon regarding it
as the most important business of Session, Prince Arthur couldn't
help it. _ But he certainly would not foster the delusion. In its
potentiality of beneficent effect, the Bill nothing in comparison with
the Coercion Act or the Light Railways Act.
"A poor thing," he said, in effect, and did not add, "but mine
own."
If it was not his, certainly no one else would own it. Irish Members
received it with jeers. John Morley denounced it as a monstrous
imposture. Squire of Malwoob benignantly affected to regard it
as a little joke with which Ministers designed to vary a dull Session.
But a joke may be carried too far; better drop this now, and go to
business.
Oddly enough, the storm of contumely had effect of inspiring
Prince Arthur with new affection for his unwelcomed offspring,
adding to the strength of his evidently new conviction that the
proposed expedient was sound, and, if accepted, would prove
efficacious.
the whole of my family, including collateral branches, have been
provided for."
Amongst the prevailing dolour, the Markiss in high spirits.
"Things not looking well in the Commons or the country, I
admit," he says; "but all is not lost yet. I have still a card to
play, and I believe it will score the trick. We shall presently have
to go to the country, and fight a confident Opposition. Successful
Foreign Policy is played out. Free Education has brought us no
support; trifling with Home Rule in Ireland will bring us enemies.
Am convinced that the thing to go to the country on is the fog.
Middleton 's our man. Been thinking over it for a week. See it
now; shall take up question of London fog; devise some means of
battling with it; and then let the worst come. A Government that
has fought the fog will at least carry London, and, London ours,
we shall be able to stem the tide of anarchy."
Business done.—The Markiss takes a great resolution.
Pabbywhack anb Dr. Birch. — Everyone knows what " the
Assisted Education (Ireland) Bill" is. Why should not an Assisted
Education (England) Bill be brought in to enable public school-boys
to secure, without payment of any additional fee beyond that included
for " swishing " in the Bill sent home to the parents, the specimen of
the legal instrument with which their education may have been most
helpfully assisted ?
"Becky the Seconb."—Those comparatively few who answered
our query as to where "the good Becky, the very opposite of Becky in
Vanity Fair, was to be found in Thackeray's works," and have
referred us to A Shabby Genteel Story, are right. The many who
hit upon Rebecca in the burlesque of Icanhoe mistook the question.
A Corresponbent, signing himself "Ignoramus," writes to
inquire "The address of a Society called 'The Londor French
Polishers.' " He says, "I want my French polished up a bit betore
going to Paris."