88 punch, or the london charivari. [August 27, 1892.
Old Shylock turns up quite permiskus, and
always upon the full trot;
He seemed mixed up with Portias, and Doges,
smart gals, and the dickens knows wot.
Ad a seat in my ship, and seemed skeery.
/cheered 'er up—wot do you think ?
'No danger," sez I, "not a mossel! Now
is there, old lollipop-legs ?
All kep waving their arms like mad semy- ; Sit 'ere, Miss, and trim the old harky! Go
phores, dom' the akrybat prank, gently now, young 'Am-and-Eggs !
I did mean doin' It'ly this year; but sez
Luck, " Oh, go 'ome and eat coke !
Leastways, that's as I hunderstand 'er. A
'ARRY IN VENICE.
Dear Charlie,—'Ow 'ops it, my 'earty ?
Yours truly's still stived up in Town.
Won't run to a 'oliday yet, mate. I'm long-
ing to lay on the brown
By a blow from the briny, but, bless yer, j As if they was swimming" in nothink, or'ail- ('Ow much for y'er "mustard-striped Ticksies ?
things now is as bad as they 're made. ing a 'bus for the Bank. Way-oh ! Wy, you nearly run down
Hmfluenzas, Helections and cetrer, has U gez to a party beside me, "Old man, wot The Ryhalto' that time, you young josser.
bloomin' nigh bunnicked up Trade. tte do(£e doeg it mmn \ „ Look hout, Miss, he '11 crack your sweet
My screw's bin cut down by a dollar ; along Sez he, "A dry attic, yer know, of wich crown!"
of 'ard times,_sez_our bloke. Venice, yer see, wos the Oueen. Larf, Charlie? She did a fair chortle. I
That cove in a nightcap's the Doge ; for an j 'are sech a way with the shes.
old 'un he can move about. | "We 'ad six sixpennorths together—I tell you
They had G. 0. M.'s, mate, in Venice; of 'twos go-as-you-please!
narsty one, Luck, and no kid ; that there is not the least doubt. j Modern Venice, took out of a toy-box, with
Always gives yer the rough palacesfourteenfoot'igh.
of 'er tongue when 1 ^^^^>x And Bridges o' Sighs cut in
you're quisby, or short i JH i|i ^^W^^^>, pasteboard, is larks all
of a quid. ____|_: |L Hr]" ' Wfflfo® Wim i the same, and no fly.
When I 'eard about Venice - ' I i ^ort °' eos5r romanticky feel-
in London, I thinks to —"—----------- S| ^//iilK^a-paddling along
myself, mate, thinks I, ---—-- ^ I . ^Mw^t^^S * them canals,
'Ere's a'oliday tour on the ^ ~^ >ifSlE^J^%/>! With the manderlines
cheap! 'Ere's a barney twangling all round,
as 'Arry must try. - /^^^^^^^^f ' and the larf of the gayest
No Continong this year, ^1 / _ JS?Wj&^ gffJ^V a> of gals
that's certain, old man, - —% j£W^^B^^/^ / Gurgling up through the
for the likes of poor me; ■^Z^' £^^8? sSf%^^/ xS^z Hightalian hair—
But whilst I've a hob I've - ~~. "T^^^^/^k^ S wi^S- though it do 'ave a
a chance for a hoss at ■ / '•■ § ffl m \ ■ ^'^/daC // ^0s& cockneyfied sniff,—
the Bride o'the Sea. E3lllptJL ^\J#P\^ vS^-- Wy it's better than spooning
Them posters of Imre "--—' WmEm\ '£Jt^§:^~ at Marlow with Molly
Kiraley's for gorgeous- , ^ '^^^X Ofe*^ Molloy in a skiff,
ness quite takes the cake. "'^P^t1'"""'-^ \ 5 -feSisf/ ifr - I felt like Lord Byron, I tell
Friend Imre's a spanker, s:t't ,f A? $^t^%r^i~J% x \0S /' m, 'Wr yer; I stretched myself,
you bet, and quite fly to c ^^^^SS^jj^^^M/ss^^^^A x^^%0? fSt^Z orty-like, hout,
the popular fake. ^^^^^^^y^ 'CPillfl^ K^fe And wished it could go on all
"Stupendious work," Imre __^^^^W^^^--' yi | ~^~^^£f*f IfS^55" night, wich my pardner
calls it, and I. K. is ~Z^S°~iS:- ~-w ^jit=~- a*f ^JBt - feri^F did ditto, no doubt.
0. K. no doubt. fi^SQ&ISg;.. 'xtflp-. fiji H 5==5^|R^ Modern Venice in minichure,
Your old Country Fair Show Ifo^-. ^S^^-M ^sfsil Charlie, ain't really so
takes a back seat when Z^—- Km^m^ '^^^^^r^$^^-i^^^^^- '-' J^Wu^ z=w^=±\ dusty, you bet;
ikey young I. K.'s '-Wlm ■" ^^^^^Rj^-^^J/ /v^aas^jji^■ '$t„ j~ _ I wos quite a Bassanio in
about. '^^hw^m^n1- "^^^^^^^^fe^ 10^1 breeks, and 1 ain't lost
Oh, the jam and the mustard, :; i W" ^^SBSm U ff^^^fm^^^-^^^. the twang of it yet.
my pippin, the crimsing, -■lilli^—'v." ~ ilfy Portia wos Polly Maria;
the blue, and the gold ! 'Miim^^^^^^SS^mi ^-'^^^Mf/t-^'wlM/wL fj ' she tipped me her name
Scissorree, Charlie, rain- - mb I^^^T^^^^K^-4^^^^^^^idla^m//^^^J^^ fair and free;
bows ain't in it, and -.MMm^ "^^^^^^^^ ''^^^^'w^mWUI^mA /// And a pootier young mossel
prisums is out in the ^"^L^~ t^-^L ~-^y^^yLK- '/ ^ V , ^w^^BR/^^ "> o' muslin, 1 never 'ad
cold. .^^^^Ri^^t ^'^^^^^^^^t^W^fM^^ ^^^ilM^ms^Cf ^ ^ perch on my knee.
I do like apictereskposter, as -'^^^^K^^' ^ /^^^^^WV ^w^^^~'W^fS^^^^^ ' s^e orL 'er' no^n^; ^ow_
big as a bloomin' back -0?^-{/./v^Vv-X-^//^2^\~'1 - lived, Charlie, lady-
With the colour slopped on » IJ^. ■ ^mW>^^S^M\ %^^^^^^ ground,
quite regardless; if that W^' ii\^^^^^Sl ' ' m^^^^^^mn ]'~^JiS:=-^^^^^^^^^ ^ I called'er my fair " Bride of
ain't 'Igh 'Art, wy it's \\ ^V/i \% \ \ W^^^Ml)l^l^Mx!K^^^':" Venice."' In fact, we
'ard. ^ A ' J J L X \l fl^Wi^^^fe* wos 'appy all round.
'Owsomever I mustn't feelo- WW/ " ^ IW^^^^^^^^^^^^^K- - She said I wos 'er form to a
serphise. Off to Olympia -^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fei^^ hounce, and if anyone
I 'ooks, looked more 0. K.
To see Venice the Bride of the Sea, as set
forth in them sixpenny books.
Bless his twirly merstache, he's a twicer,
this Imre Kiralfy, dear boy,
And he give me a two hours' spektarkle old
Leighxon hisself might enjoy.
Bit puzzling the "Pageant" is, Charlie,
until that Synopsis you've read ;
Wish I 'd mugged it all up overnight; but I
carn't get it straight in my 'ead.
Sort q' mixture of Shylock and Byron, with
bits of Othello chucked in,
Muddled up with " Chioggian wars," as
seemed mostly blue fire and bright tin.
But the scenes wos 'splendiferous, Charlie.
About arf a mile o' stage front,
With some thousands of 'eroes and supers, as
seemed all the time on the 'unt.
Lor! 'ow they did scoot up and down that
there stage at the double, old man,
All their legs on the waggle, like flies, and
their armour a-chink as they ran!
That's Vettore Pisant, the Hadmiral; ; In a nobby Gondoler than me, well that chap
t'other is General Zeno 'adn't travelled 'er way ;
Defending the State, I persoom, and they 're Wich wos Barnsbury Park—so she whispered,
'aving a fust-class old beano. with sech a sly giggle, dear boy!
Wy Pedro the Second, of Cyprus, and j I sez " Bully for Imre Kiralfy ! His Show
Portia is made a rum blend is a thing to henjoy! "
With Turps Siccory's Revels, and so on, no And s0 it { Charlie, old hoyster. The
doubt we shall twig at the hend." i music ig twangly, I own,
I sez, "Thankee! that's werry instructive.
You do know a lot, mate, you do ! "
Then the fight at Chioggia came on. Sech a
rum pully-haully all through.
But the Victory Percession wos proper, and
And if I've a fancy myself, 'taint hexactly
the Great Xylophone; _
But the speeches of musical scratch-backs
the dancers keep time with so pat,
In that fairy-like Carnival Bally, fetched
so was the All Frisky feet, Polly, ah, all round 'er 'at!
And the way as they worked the gondolers, j That >at wos a spanker) I tell yer ; as big as
them streaky-legged chaps, wos a treat. the Doge's State-Barge,
But the best o' the barney came arter. 1 And like all the "Four Seasons" in one!
took a gondoler, old man,
Sort o' wobbly black coffin afloat, and per-
pelled on the rummiest plan
With one oar and a kind of notched post.
But a dressy young party in pink
"Well," sez Polly, " I do like 'em large,
Them Venetian pork-pies ain't my fancy, no
room for no trimmings above.
They wouldn't suit Barnsbury Park, though
they might do ' The Castle of Love'! "
Old Shylock turns up quite permiskus, and
always upon the full trot;
He seemed mixed up with Portias, and Doges,
smart gals, and the dickens knows wot.
Ad a seat in my ship, and seemed skeery.
/cheered 'er up—wot do you think ?
'No danger," sez I, "not a mossel! Now
is there, old lollipop-legs ?
All kep waving their arms like mad semy- ; Sit 'ere, Miss, and trim the old harky! Go
phores, dom' the akrybat prank, gently now, young 'Am-and-Eggs !
I did mean doin' It'ly this year; but sez
Luck, " Oh, go 'ome and eat coke !
Leastways, that's as I hunderstand 'er. A
'ARRY IN VENICE.
Dear Charlie,—'Ow 'ops it, my 'earty ?
Yours truly's still stived up in Town.
Won't run to a 'oliday yet, mate. I'm long-
ing to lay on the brown
By a blow from the briny, but, bless yer, j As if they was swimming" in nothink, or'ail- ('Ow much for y'er "mustard-striped Ticksies ?
things now is as bad as they 're made. ing a 'bus for the Bank. Way-oh ! Wy, you nearly run down
Hmfluenzas, Helections and cetrer, has U gez to a party beside me, "Old man, wot The Ryhalto' that time, you young josser.
bloomin' nigh bunnicked up Trade. tte do(£e doeg it mmn \ „ Look hout, Miss, he '11 crack your sweet
My screw's bin cut down by a dollar ; along Sez he, "A dry attic, yer know, of wich crown!"
of 'ard times,_sez_our bloke. Venice, yer see, wos the Oueen. Larf, Charlie? She did a fair chortle. I
That cove in a nightcap's the Doge ; for an j 'are sech a way with the shes.
old 'un he can move about. | "We 'ad six sixpennorths together—I tell you
They had G. 0. M.'s, mate, in Venice; of 'twos go-as-you-please!
narsty one, Luck, and no kid ; that there is not the least doubt. j Modern Venice, took out of a toy-box, with
Always gives yer the rough palacesfourteenfoot'igh.
of 'er tongue when 1 ^^^^>x And Bridges o' Sighs cut in
you're quisby, or short i JH i|i ^^W^^^>, pasteboard, is larks all
of a quid. ____|_: |L Hr]" ' Wfflfo® Wim i the same, and no fly.
When I 'eard about Venice - ' I i ^ort °' eos5r romanticky feel-
in London, I thinks to —"—----------- S| ^//iilK^a-paddling along
myself, mate, thinks I, ---—-- ^ I . ^Mw^t^^S * them canals,
'Ere's a'oliday tour on the ^ ~^ >ifSlE^J^%/>! With the manderlines
cheap! 'Ere's a barney twangling all round,
as 'Arry must try. - /^^^^^^^^f ' and the larf of the gayest
No Continong this year, ^1 / _ JS?Wj&^ gffJ^V a> of gals
that's certain, old man, - —% j£W^^B^^/^ / Gurgling up through the
for the likes of poor me; ■^Z^' £^^8? sSf%^^/ xS^z Hightalian hair—
But whilst I've a hob I've - ~~. "T^^^^/^k^ S wi^S- though it do 'ave a
a chance for a hoss at ■ / '•■ § ffl m \ ■ ^'^/daC // ^0s& cockneyfied sniff,—
the Bride o'the Sea. E3lllptJL ^\J#P\^ vS^-- Wy it's better than spooning
Them posters of Imre "--—' WmEm\ '£Jt^§:^~ at Marlow with Molly
Kiraley's for gorgeous- , ^ '^^^X Ofe*^ Molloy in a skiff,
ness quite takes the cake. "'^P^t1'"""'-^ \ 5 -feSisf/ ifr - I felt like Lord Byron, I tell
Friend Imre's a spanker, s:t't ,f A? $^t^%r^i~J% x \0S /' m, 'Wr yer; I stretched myself,
you bet, and quite fly to c ^^^^SS^jj^^^M/ss^^^^A x^^%0? fSt^Z orty-like, hout,
the popular fake. ^^^^^^^y^ 'CPillfl^ K^fe And wished it could go on all
"Stupendious work," Imre __^^^^W^^^--' yi | ~^~^^£f*f IfS^55" night, wich my pardner
calls it, and I. K. is ~Z^S°~iS:- ~-w ^jit=~- a*f ^JBt - feri^F did ditto, no doubt.
0. K. no doubt. fi^SQ&ISg;.. 'xtflp-. fiji H 5==5^|R^ Modern Venice in minichure,
Your old Country Fair Show Ifo^-. ^S^^-M ^sfsil Charlie, ain't really so
takes a back seat when Z^—- Km^m^ '^^^^^r^$^^-i^^^^^- '-' J^Wu^ z=w^=±\ dusty, you bet;
ikey young I. K.'s '-Wlm ■" ^^^^^Rj^-^^J/ /v^aas^jji^■ '$t„ j~ _ I wos quite a Bassanio in
about. '^^hw^m^n1- "^^^^^^^^fe^ 10^1 breeks, and 1 ain't lost
Oh, the jam and the mustard, :; i W" ^^SBSm U ff^^^fm^^^-^^^. the twang of it yet.
my pippin, the crimsing, -■lilli^—'v." ~ ilfy Portia wos Polly Maria;
the blue, and the gold ! 'Miim^^^^^^SS^mi ^-'^^^Mf/t-^'wlM/wL fj ' she tipped me her name
Scissorree, Charlie, rain- - mb I^^^T^^^^K^-4^^^^^^^idla^m//^^^J^^ fair and free;
bows ain't in it, and -.MMm^ "^^^^^^^^ ''^^^^'w^mWUI^mA /// And a pootier young mossel
prisums is out in the ^"^L^~ t^-^L ~-^y^^yLK- '/ ^ V , ^w^^BR/^^ "> o' muslin, 1 never 'ad
cold. .^^^^Ri^^t ^'^^^^^^^^t^W^fM^^ ^^^ilM^ms^Cf ^ ^ perch on my knee.
I do like apictereskposter, as -'^^^^K^^' ^ /^^^^^WV ^w^^^~'W^fS^^^^^ ' s^e orL 'er' no^n^; ^ow_
big as a bloomin' back -0?^-{/./v^Vv-X-^//^2^\~'1 - lived, Charlie, lady-
With the colour slopped on » IJ^. ■ ^mW>^^S^M\ %^^^^^^ ground,
quite regardless; if that W^' ii\^^^^^Sl ' ' m^^^^^^mn ]'~^JiS:=-^^^^^^^^^ ^ I called'er my fair " Bride of
ain't 'Igh 'Art, wy it's \\ ^V/i \% \ \ W^^^Ml)l^l^Mx!K^^^':" Venice."' In fact, we
'ard. ^ A ' J J L X \l fl^Wi^^^fe* wos 'appy all round.
'Owsomever I mustn't feelo- WW/ " ^ IW^^^^^^^^^^^^^K- - She said I wos 'er form to a
serphise. Off to Olympia -^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fei^^ hounce, and if anyone
I 'ooks, looked more 0. K.
To see Venice the Bride of the Sea, as set
forth in them sixpenny books.
Bless his twirly merstache, he's a twicer,
this Imre Kiralfy, dear boy,
And he give me a two hours' spektarkle old
Leighxon hisself might enjoy.
Bit puzzling the "Pageant" is, Charlie,
until that Synopsis you've read ;
Wish I 'd mugged it all up overnight; but I
carn't get it straight in my 'ead.
Sort q' mixture of Shylock and Byron, with
bits of Othello chucked in,
Muddled up with " Chioggian wars," as
seemed mostly blue fire and bright tin.
But the scenes wos 'splendiferous, Charlie.
About arf a mile o' stage front,
With some thousands of 'eroes and supers, as
seemed all the time on the 'unt.
Lor! 'ow they did scoot up and down that
there stage at the double, old man,
All their legs on the waggle, like flies, and
their armour a-chink as they ran!
That's Vettore Pisant, the Hadmiral; ; In a nobby Gondoler than me, well that chap
t'other is General Zeno 'adn't travelled 'er way ;
Defending the State, I persoom, and they 're Wich wos Barnsbury Park—so she whispered,
'aving a fust-class old beano. with sech a sly giggle, dear boy!
Wy Pedro the Second, of Cyprus, and j I sez " Bully for Imre Kiralfy ! His Show
Portia is made a rum blend is a thing to henjoy! "
With Turps Siccory's Revels, and so on, no And s0 it { Charlie, old hoyster. The
doubt we shall twig at the hend." i music ig twangly, I own,
I sez, "Thankee! that's werry instructive.
You do know a lot, mate, you do ! "
Then the fight at Chioggia came on. Sech a
rum pully-haully all through.
But the Victory Percession wos proper, and
And if I've a fancy myself, 'taint hexactly
the Great Xylophone; _
But the speeches of musical scratch-backs
the dancers keep time with so pat,
In that fairy-like Carnival Bally, fetched
so was the All Frisky feet, Polly, ah, all round 'er 'at!
And the way as they worked the gondolers, j That >at wos a spanker) I tell yer ; as big as
them streaky-legged chaps, wos a treat. the Doge's State-Barge,
But the best o' the barney came arter. 1 And like all the "Four Seasons" in one!
took a gondoler, old man,
Sort o' wobbly black coffin afloat, and per-
pelled on the rummiest plan
With one oar and a kind of notched post.
But a dressy young party in pink
"Well," sez Polly, " I do like 'em large,
Them Venetian pork-pies ain't my fancy, no
room for no trimmings above.
They wouldn't suit Barnsbury Park, though
they might do ' The Castle of Love'! "