Punch / Almanack: Punch / Almanack (1847)

Close of tiie Season—The London Footman " used up."

WEST-END ZOOLOGICAL PHENOMENA FOR AUGUST.

The season draws to a close. The constitutions of the cab-horse and tiger
begin to give way. The brilliant "Jkames" begins to lose his colour, and
the roundness of his calves is sensibly diminished. The hall-porter seldom
conies out of his chair, but on cool afternoons, may be seen languidly enjoying
his pot of stout. I adies'-maids and milliners give notice to quit, and the
belle of the season pays her final visit to Howell and James's.

CHRONOLOGY.

1846.

The first of August,
forty-six, will be an
anniversary, remem-
bered well by any man
who keeps near town a
nursery; for on that
day the rain and hail
came down with so
much vehemence that
every one agreed the
loss in broken glass
must be immense.
Complaints were made
of what we all were
much surprised to
learn about, that in the
Palace of the Queen
there was no room to
turn about. 'Twas
said the Royal family
had scarce got space
for breathing in ; that
the last baby suffer'd
much for lack of room
for teething in; in
fact, that, spite of all
the skill employ'd in
closely tucking 'em,
no family of any size
could long inhabit
Buckingham. The
Palace, it was said,
was built for an un-
married sovereign, and
suited not a Q,ueen
o'er whom domestic
bliss is ho verm*. The
subjects of Her Ma-
jesty for loyalty so
noted are, that twenty
thousand pounds at
once her faithful Com-
mons voted her. And
then to pay for all her
toils by natural amuse-
ment, Her Majesty
aboard her yacht upon
a pleasant cruise went.
The twenty-eighth of
August, was a day
that brought repose to
many in the nation,
for the session then
did close. But greatest
holiday of all — the
readers of each journal
no longer need be
bored by stuff served
up in sheets diurnal;
hea\y attempts at
statesmanship, trash
pompous, dull and
solemn, pump'd out

VIEWS OF LIFE, BY A CLOWN.
The only man I really sympnthise wit a is the Lion of London life. Like
me, he never shows his face except under the bismuth of dissimulation and
the vermilion of vanity ; like me, he is applauded during his performance
bruised and pained by his own antics, a great man for the month's run of the
pantomime, and nobody ever after.

THE SIGN OF THE MONTH.—LIBRA.

Oh! Sons of Science te'l us, pray
VV'liat can so light a body weish?'

upon the world each
day in column after
column.

Voice of the
Man in the
Moon.

Britain is hasten,
ing to ruin. Luxury
pervades even the
lower classes; for
about this time many
of the common people
—in imitation of
Cleopatra— swallow
pearls (in their oysters)
dissolved in vinegar,
and flavoured with
pepper. Growing cold-
ness with France; new
treachery of Louis-
Philippe. Great
bustle in all our dock-
yards ; many of the
caulkers pitching it
very strong indeed.
The moon being in
apogee, Prince Join-
villk—disguised as a
vendor of periwinldes
—is seen prowling
about Osborne House.
Women of England!
weave a new chaplet
for the glory of your
sex. About this time
—a little before or after
—the Dowager Lady
Lyttleton created a
Duchess in her own
right, for her heroic
defence of the Prince
of Wales !

motto for bon-bons.
to the Poor-Law
Commissioners.

Two heads are better far
than one, ,

So doth the ancient pro-
verb run; .

But in your case we clearly

TheBeutter worthless!^
if three.
railwayisms.

The Line which pays
the best is the Line
of Humbug. Hiere
are branches of it au
over the world.

Domestic Medi-
cine.-A camomile ^
tea-party is at w>«
social and stomachic

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