DOI issue:
April 9, 1892
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17693#0188
Apbil 9, 1892.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
179
" The good grey Poet" gone ! Brave, hopeful, Walt !
He might not be a singer without fault,
And his large rough-hewn rhythm did not chime
With dulcet daintiness of time and rhyme.
He was no neater than wide Nature's wild,
More metrical than sea-winds. Culture's child,
Lapped in luxurious laws of line and lilt,
Shrank from him shuddering, who was roughly built
As cyclopean temples. Yet there rang
True music through his rhapsodies, as he sang
Of brotherhood, and freedom, love and hope,
With strong wide sympathy which dared to cope
With all life's phases, and call nought unclean.
Whilst hearts are generous, and whilst woods are green,
He shall find hearers, who, in a slack time
Of puny bards and pessimistic rhyme,
Dared to bid men adventure and rejoice.
His " yawp barbaric" was a human voice ;
The singer was a man. America
Is poorer by a stalwart soul to-day,
And may feel pride that she hath given birth
To this stout laureate of old Mother Earth.
Oub Cbicketees.—The English Cricketing Team came
to the end of their Australian tour last week, where,
under the leadership of Lord Sheffield, out of twenty-
six matches they won thirteen, lost two, and eleven were
drawn. The Eleven of course were drawn over and over
again, i.e., photographed. It will henceforth be a recom-
mendation for any Cricketer to say he was out under this
distinguished captaincy, as to this introduction the host
will rejoin, "Ah, I know that man, he comes from Shef-
field." Not only were the English team successful
playfully, but also artistically, as in every match they
played with Grace.
Brawling at Home and Abroad.—On the same day
in the papers appeared accounts of brawling in a Church
in Paris, where a free fight ensued and no police inter-
fered, and of a row in a Church in London Road, when the
police walked off with an anti-curate and put an end to
the disturbance. Some things we do manage better in
England.
Cockney Classics.—Of the Guildhall Loan Collection,
Mr. Deputy Hoea is the Chairman. As a Deputy must be
a representative officer—except, perhaps, in the case of a
" Depitty Sawbones," vide Sam Wetter—the temporary
motto of the Deputy's Ward might well be, " Hora pro
A Wilt ifI
Ml 'II
t i 1 Hi
A NEW COMET.
["Mr. Denying, whose name is well known as a comet-
finder, discovered a small faint Comet on Friday, March 18, at
Bishopton, Bristol."—Times.']
HASTY!
Mary. "If Missus don't withdraw what she has said to me, I shall
leave the House !" Thomas. "What did she say?"
Mary. "She said, 'I give you a Month's Notice !'"
ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.
EXTKACTED FEOM THE DIAKY OF TOBY, M.P.
House of Commons, Monday, March 28.—Strange sight witnessed in House
to-night. Subject of Debate, Indian Council Bill; Benches nearly full. Pup and
dog, I've known the House for nineteen years, and never
before saw the like. Explanation not found in fact of
Cubzon making his maiden speech as Minister in charge
of Bill, though that had some influence at outset. Able
speech it proved, our newest Minister having the great
gift of lucidity. It was later than that when House filled,
nearly two hours later, for in meantime Schwann had
delivered Address as long as the Ganges, and Maclean
(who was waiting his turn to speak) says, nearly as muddy.
Curious how India seems to affect eminent orators,
making them for the time pointless, dull, and above all,
verbose. Probably no subject other than India could
unite such galaxy of born orators and debaters. Swift
MacNeill, Richabd Temple, Samuel Smith, Octavius
Mobgan, Julius 'Annibal Picton and Seymoub-Keay—
one followed the other as in a necklet of diamonds gem
succeeds gem, till the wearied eyesight can scarce decide
which is the more brilliant. Seymoub-Keay was, indeed,
too much for the Speakeb, who thrice called him to order,
the last time with stern voice and threatening brow that
made Seymoub tremble from the altitude of his boot-heels.
_ It was none of these who filled the House with Members
listening intently to a speech on internal affairs of India.
It was Mr. G who performed the miracle. No one ex-
pected to find him in this galley ; being there, the banks
were rapidly crowded with a throng lost in admiration of
his strong, swift, graceful stroke. Difficult to say which
the most admirable, the lofty height, far above the
littleness of Party conflict, from which he surveyed the Seymour-Keav.
topic, the charm of his language or the dexterity with
which, without seeming to rebuke the follower who had moved the Amend-
ment and the eminent men who were prepared to support it, he sustained the
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
179
" The good grey Poet" gone ! Brave, hopeful, Walt !
He might not be a singer without fault,
And his large rough-hewn rhythm did not chime
With dulcet daintiness of time and rhyme.
He was no neater than wide Nature's wild,
More metrical than sea-winds. Culture's child,
Lapped in luxurious laws of line and lilt,
Shrank from him shuddering, who was roughly built
As cyclopean temples. Yet there rang
True music through his rhapsodies, as he sang
Of brotherhood, and freedom, love and hope,
With strong wide sympathy which dared to cope
With all life's phases, and call nought unclean.
Whilst hearts are generous, and whilst woods are green,
He shall find hearers, who, in a slack time
Of puny bards and pessimistic rhyme,
Dared to bid men adventure and rejoice.
His " yawp barbaric" was a human voice ;
The singer was a man. America
Is poorer by a stalwart soul to-day,
And may feel pride that she hath given birth
To this stout laureate of old Mother Earth.
Oub Cbicketees.—The English Cricketing Team came
to the end of their Australian tour last week, where,
under the leadership of Lord Sheffield, out of twenty-
six matches they won thirteen, lost two, and eleven were
drawn. The Eleven of course were drawn over and over
again, i.e., photographed. It will henceforth be a recom-
mendation for any Cricketer to say he was out under this
distinguished captaincy, as to this introduction the host
will rejoin, "Ah, I know that man, he comes from Shef-
field." Not only were the English team successful
playfully, but also artistically, as in every match they
played with Grace.
Brawling at Home and Abroad.—On the same day
in the papers appeared accounts of brawling in a Church
in Paris, where a free fight ensued and no police inter-
fered, and of a row in a Church in London Road, when the
police walked off with an anti-curate and put an end to
the disturbance. Some things we do manage better in
England.
Cockney Classics.—Of the Guildhall Loan Collection,
Mr. Deputy Hoea is the Chairman. As a Deputy must be
a representative officer—except, perhaps, in the case of a
" Depitty Sawbones," vide Sam Wetter—the temporary
motto of the Deputy's Ward might well be, " Hora pro
A Wilt ifI
Ml 'II
t i 1 Hi
A NEW COMET.
["Mr. Denying, whose name is well known as a comet-
finder, discovered a small faint Comet on Friday, March 18, at
Bishopton, Bristol."—Times.']
HASTY!
Mary. "If Missus don't withdraw what she has said to me, I shall
leave the House !" Thomas. "What did she say?"
Mary. "She said, 'I give you a Month's Notice !'"
ESSENCE OE PARLIAMENT.
EXTKACTED FEOM THE DIAKY OF TOBY, M.P.
House of Commons, Monday, March 28.—Strange sight witnessed in House
to-night. Subject of Debate, Indian Council Bill; Benches nearly full. Pup and
dog, I've known the House for nineteen years, and never
before saw the like. Explanation not found in fact of
Cubzon making his maiden speech as Minister in charge
of Bill, though that had some influence at outset. Able
speech it proved, our newest Minister having the great
gift of lucidity. It was later than that when House filled,
nearly two hours later, for in meantime Schwann had
delivered Address as long as the Ganges, and Maclean
(who was waiting his turn to speak) says, nearly as muddy.
Curious how India seems to affect eminent orators,
making them for the time pointless, dull, and above all,
verbose. Probably no subject other than India could
unite such galaxy of born orators and debaters. Swift
MacNeill, Richabd Temple, Samuel Smith, Octavius
Mobgan, Julius 'Annibal Picton and Seymoub-Keay—
one followed the other as in a necklet of diamonds gem
succeeds gem, till the wearied eyesight can scarce decide
which is the more brilliant. Seymoub-Keay was, indeed,
too much for the Speakeb, who thrice called him to order,
the last time with stern voice and threatening brow that
made Seymoub tremble from the altitude of his boot-heels.
_ It was none of these who filled the House with Members
listening intently to a speech on internal affairs of India.
It was Mr. G who performed the miracle. No one ex-
pected to find him in this galley ; being there, the banks
were rapidly crowded with a throng lost in admiration of
his strong, swift, graceful stroke. Difficult to say which
the most admirable, the lofty height, far above the
littleness of Party conflict, from which he surveyed the Seymour-Keav.
topic, the charm of his language or the dexterity with
which, without seeming to rebuke the follower who had moved the Amend-
ment and the eminent men who were prepared to support it, he sustained the