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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
his ewn especial request, which he had made overnight to his valet,
under an apprehension of oversleeping himself, was extremely indig-
nant at the treatment he experienced at the hands of his servant,
who nevertheless, knowing the importance of getting his master up,
continued to administer the contents of the ewer with undiminished
energy. These difficulties having at length been surmounted, the royal
attendants were got together in the hall, where they were all grum-
bling at those immediately under them, with that degree of ill-temper
which might be expected among a parcel of sleepy folks, who
had been turned out of bed by means of what the boys call " cold pig,"
and other ingenious devices which one is ready to propose overnight, but
which, when the morning arrives, are found excessively disagreeable.
The royal cortege had scarcely left the court-yard of the Castle, when
the discovery was made, that though the Lords in Waiting had started,
some of the spoons were still left behind; and as these were intended for
the Queen's use on board, every one was lost in wonder what on earth the
court would do in the passage.
One of the numerous sticks—either gold, silver, or lead—that are always
at hand in a palace, was at once despatched with the plate, for the use of
the sovereign and her suite ; but, determined to lose no time, the official
started by the railroad direct for the North, leaving Her Majesty and
Consort to help themselves to salt with the tip of their knives, eat fisl
We at length succeeded in obtaining a comfortable berth on board a
steamer which overtook the royal squadron, and we had an opportunity
of watching all the proceedings on board the Queen's yacht, of which we
furnish the following interesting particulars :—The fleet was now at the
Nore, and the wind was Nor by Nor-West, when the Sovereign gave a
lurch, and one of the sticks in waiting, but whether gold or silver we could
not at the distance perceive, was turned smack over on his beam-ends, at
which the Queen and Prince Albert were observed to laugh heartily. The
swell caused by the Monkey steamer, and indeed there is always something
rather swellish about the Monkey, caused one of the ladies to rush to the
side of the vessel, and we soon afterwards observed, by the light of a Roman
candle, that the crew were taking their grog in mid-ships, a process which
was being intently watched by Prince Albert and her Majesty.
Here we lost sight of the royal squadron, and having given three
cheers for the Prince of Wales, we fired off a Waterloo cracker and sheered
off towards Blackwall, where we touched with considerable violence.
TAKEN IN TOW.
Eight.
ANOTHER ACCOUNT.
From the Office of Punch's Telegraph.
Half Seven.
The royal squadron has just left Woolwich, the Monkey D^<-"a first and
with steel forks, and experience other necessitudes to which passengers the train of courtiers following,
in a ship, like the frequenters of small eating-houses, are occasionally
liable.
Having paid for a ticket on board the Daffy-down-dilly—our craft,
which was nothing to be compared to the craft of the captain, who took us
in more extensively than the vessel itself—was pronounced to be unsea-
worthy: but the words " no money returned," and the announcement that
the Daffy-down-dilly only sailed " Weather permitting," (though we had
understood she was to start on this occasion Whether or No), precluded
U3 from doing more than pronouncing the captain a regular Do; an epithet
which only caused the unprincipled tar to turn his tongue significantly
into his left cheek, and wink at the mate, a weather-beaten blackguard in The squadron has just come in sight of the beautiful plantation of bull-
a fan-tailed hat, and a waterproof wrap-rascal. I rushes off the Essex coast> and P1-1Dce Albel-t IS looking at a lien on show
Finding it impossible to take water at the pier, we took gin-and-water at wmch he seems to tlnnk must be 01le of Mother Carey's chickens,
a neighbouring tavern ; and resolved on joining the royal squadron, we Half-past Eight.
threw ourselves into a Mile-end omnibus. The royal squadron has just fallen in with a Gravesend steamer, the
Captain of which has been desired by Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence to keep
further off ; but the Captain has replied, through a speaking trumpet, that
" a cat may look at a King ;"—an answer which seemed to afford no
small amusement to her Majesty.
Nine.
The yacht is off the Nore, and the Queen is on the sofa. Prince Albert
is walking the deck as if he really did not much mind it, though the roll-
ing of the vessel caused a decided change in his Royal Highness's
countenance.
The civility of Captain Snooks, of the Widower steam-boat, enabled us Ten.
to sit on the larboard paddle-box of the vessel he has the honour to com- The royal squadron is having the full benefit of a heavy swell, and the
mand ; and, having lashed our note-book to a part of the rigging, we . stewards of the little fleet are hurrying about in all directions with things
secured ourselves from danger by splicing our leeward leg into the maintop ' which, as far as we are able to distinguish them, look exceedingly like ordi-
PLAICE BOOK D INSIDE.
step of the companion ladder ; and, having placed our gossamer under
hatches, while we furled our Macintosh and closely reefed our pocket-
handkerchief under our chin, we proceeded to take notes of the voyage.
nary wash-hand basins.
Eleven.
Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence was distinctly seen, by the light of a small
The following is an exact copy of the log we kept during the whole time hand-lamp, standing a few feet from her Majesty. Prince Albert has
of our voyage by the Widower :—
Eight a.m.
Wind blowing fresh from the south-west. Our vessel not yet off, having
got entangled with the rope of another, and making nearly two knots
a minute.
pulled his cap over his forehead.
Twelve.
Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence is still standing a few feet from the Queen,
who is lying on a sofa. Prince Albert has tied a handkerchief over hia
cloth cap, and appears to be whistling.
Quarter-past Eight. Half-past Twelve.
Wind rising ; and a tremendous clap of the Thunder against our bow- i Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence appears to have moved about half an inch
sprit, by which our cabin-window was stove in, and the steward's fire in I nearer to the royal couch ; and her Majesty seems to be looking at the
the stove put out by the upsetting of the tea-kettle. The royal squadroi
not in sight.
Half-past Eight.
The order given to let go. Blowing hard from the steward's bellows,
and a squall springing up from a child in the cabin. The breeze exces-
sively stiff, owing to a strong smell of gin from a neighbouring distillery
stars, though we cannot perceive whether, the Queen is occupied in count-
ing them. Prince Albert is so muffled up in his cloak, that, though we
have fired several Bengal lights at him, we cannot catch a view of his
countenance.
One.
The Queen and Prince Albert have gone below, where Punch will not
The royal squadron not yet in sight. be rude enough to follow them. Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence has moved
Nine. from the position in which he had been observed for the last five hours,
The vessel off Greenwich, and captain nearly off the paddle-box ; the and is stretching out his legs, as if suffering from the cramp. But we
Bachelor having met us with his bow, and presented his head just under have ceased our observations, as his lordship is not at the present moment
our captain's feet, at the same time entangling his tackle, and running his all object of the smallest interest,
rigs to an alarming extent over the end of our binnacle.
The royal squadron just a-head, but we were all too frightened to
look at it.
Half-past Nine.
A quarter of a mile off Woolwich, and ten miles off the royal squadron,
which had left us far behind without our having caught a glimpse of it.
Provisions rather short, owing to the steward having brought out by mis-
take a hamper full of empty ginger-beer bottles.
We must terminate at this point the log kept on board the Widower, a
vessel from which we were politely taken off at the pier by the person in (Further Particulars next week.)
attendance to take the checks, who is always ready to give a helping hand
to such of his fellow-creatures as may appear to be in need of it. London: Bradbury & Evans, Printers, wnitefrian
JACK A-SHORE.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
his ewn especial request, which he had made overnight to his valet,
under an apprehension of oversleeping himself, was extremely indig-
nant at the treatment he experienced at the hands of his servant,
who nevertheless, knowing the importance of getting his master up,
continued to administer the contents of the ewer with undiminished
energy. These difficulties having at length been surmounted, the royal
attendants were got together in the hall, where they were all grum-
bling at those immediately under them, with that degree of ill-temper
which might be expected among a parcel of sleepy folks, who
had been turned out of bed by means of what the boys call " cold pig,"
and other ingenious devices which one is ready to propose overnight, but
which, when the morning arrives, are found excessively disagreeable.
The royal cortege had scarcely left the court-yard of the Castle, when
the discovery was made, that though the Lords in Waiting had started,
some of the spoons were still left behind; and as these were intended for
the Queen's use on board, every one was lost in wonder what on earth the
court would do in the passage.
One of the numerous sticks—either gold, silver, or lead—that are always
at hand in a palace, was at once despatched with the plate, for the use of
the sovereign and her suite ; but, determined to lose no time, the official
started by the railroad direct for the North, leaving Her Majesty and
Consort to help themselves to salt with the tip of their knives, eat fisl
We at length succeeded in obtaining a comfortable berth on board a
steamer which overtook the royal squadron, and we had an opportunity
of watching all the proceedings on board the Queen's yacht, of which we
furnish the following interesting particulars :—The fleet was now at the
Nore, and the wind was Nor by Nor-West, when the Sovereign gave a
lurch, and one of the sticks in waiting, but whether gold or silver we could
not at the distance perceive, was turned smack over on his beam-ends, at
which the Queen and Prince Albert were observed to laugh heartily. The
swell caused by the Monkey steamer, and indeed there is always something
rather swellish about the Monkey, caused one of the ladies to rush to the
side of the vessel, and we soon afterwards observed, by the light of a Roman
candle, that the crew were taking their grog in mid-ships, a process which
was being intently watched by Prince Albert and her Majesty.
Here we lost sight of the royal squadron, and having given three
cheers for the Prince of Wales, we fired off a Waterloo cracker and sheered
off towards Blackwall, where we touched with considerable violence.
TAKEN IN TOW.
Eight.
ANOTHER ACCOUNT.
From the Office of Punch's Telegraph.
Half Seven.
The royal squadron has just left Woolwich, the Monkey D^<-"a first and
with steel forks, and experience other necessitudes to which passengers the train of courtiers following,
in a ship, like the frequenters of small eating-houses, are occasionally
liable.
Having paid for a ticket on board the Daffy-down-dilly—our craft,
which was nothing to be compared to the craft of the captain, who took us
in more extensively than the vessel itself—was pronounced to be unsea-
worthy: but the words " no money returned," and the announcement that
the Daffy-down-dilly only sailed " Weather permitting," (though we had
understood she was to start on this occasion Whether or No), precluded
U3 from doing more than pronouncing the captain a regular Do; an epithet
which only caused the unprincipled tar to turn his tongue significantly
into his left cheek, and wink at the mate, a weather-beaten blackguard in The squadron has just come in sight of the beautiful plantation of bull-
a fan-tailed hat, and a waterproof wrap-rascal. I rushes off the Essex coast> and P1-1Dce Albel-t IS looking at a lien on show
Finding it impossible to take water at the pier, we took gin-and-water at wmch he seems to tlnnk must be 01le of Mother Carey's chickens,
a neighbouring tavern ; and resolved on joining the royal squadron, we Half-past Eight.
threw ourselves into a Mile-end omnibus. The royal squadron has just fallen in with a Gravesend steamer, the
Captain of which has been desired by Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence to keep
further off ; but the Captain has replied, through a speaking trumpet, that
" a cat may look at a King ;"—an answer which seemed to afford no
small amusement to her Majesty.
Nine.
The yacht is off the Nore, and the Queen is on the sofa. Prince Albert
is walking the deck as if he really did not much mind it, though the roll-
ing of the vessel caused a decided change in his Royal Highness's
countenance.
The civility of Captain Snooks, of the Widower steam-boat, enabled us Ten.
to sit on the larboard paddle-box of the vessel he has the honour to com- The royal squadron is having the full benefit of a heavy swell, and the
mand ; and, having lashed our note-book to a part of the rigging, we . stewards of the little fleet are hurrying about in all directions with things
secured ourselves from danger by splicing our leeward leg into the maintop ' which, as far as we are able to distinguish them, look exceedingly like ordi-
PLAICE BOOK D INSIDE.
step of the companion ladder ; and, having placed our gossamer under
hatches, while we furled our Macintosh and closely reefed our pocket-
handkerchief under our chin, we proceeded to take notes of the voyage.
nary wash-hand basins.
Eleven.
Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence was distinctly seen, by the light of a small
The following is an exact copy of the log we kept during the whole time hand-lamp, standing a few feet from her Majesty. Prince Albert has
of our voyage by the Widower :—
Eight a.m.
Wind blowing fresh from the south-west. Our vessel not yet off, having
got entangled with the rope of another, and making nearly two knots
a minute.
pulled his cap over his forehead.
Twelve.
Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence is still standing a few feet from the Queen,
who is lying on a sofa. Prince Albert has tied a handkerchief over hia
cloth cap, and appears to be whistling.
Quarter-past Eight. Half-past Twelve.
Wind rising ; and a tremendous clap of the Thunder against our bow- i Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence appears to have moved about half an inch
sprit, by which our cabin-window was stove in, and the steward's fire in I nearer to the royal couch ; and her Majesty seems to be looking at the
the stove put out by the upsetting of the tea-kettle. The royal squadroi
not in sight.
Half-past Eight.
The order given to let go. Blowing hard from the steward's bellows,
and a squall springing up from a child in the cabin. The breeze exces-
sively stiff, owing to a strong smell of gin from a neighbouring distillery
stars, though we cannot perceive whether, the Queen is occupied in count-
ing them. Prince Albert is so muffled up in his cloak, that, though we
have fired several Bengal lights at him, we cannot catch a view of his
countenance.
One.
The Queen and Prince Albert have gone below, where Punch will not
The royal squadron not yet in sight. be rude enough to follow them. Lord Adolphus Fitzclarence has moved
Nine. from the position in which he had been observed for the last five hours,
The vessel off Greenwich, and captain nearly off the paddle-box ; the and is stretching out his legs, as if suffering from the cramp. But we
Bachelor having met us with his bow, and presented his head just under have ceased our observations, as his lordship is not at the present moment
our captain's feet, at the same time entangling his tackle, and running his all object of the smallest interest,
rigs to an alarming extent over the end of our binnacle.
The royal squadron just a-head, but we were all too frightened to
look at it.
Half-past Nine.
A quarter of a mile off Woolwich, and ten miles off the royal squadron,
which had left us far behind without our having caught a glimpse of it.
Provisions rather short, owing to the steward having brought out by mis-
take a hamper full of empty ginger-beer bottles.
We must terminate at this point the log kept on board the Widower, a
vessel from which we were politely taken off at the pier by the person in (Further Particulars next week.)
attendance to take the checks, who is always ready to give a helping hand
to such of his fellow-creatures as may appear to be in need of it. London: Bradbury & Evans, Printers, wnitefrian
JACK A-SHORE.