Punch or The London charivari (3.1842)

PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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And believe me, with renewed assurances of rather more distinguished
consideration than I expressed in my last letter, your obedient servant,

^Foreign Intelligence. ashbubtoh.

(from our OWN CORRESHMfDENT.)

Boulogne, October 12.—The " right of search" still continues at the
Custom-house with all its accustomed chivalric vigour. Duties are levied
with surprising vigilance. A young lady, arrived last week by the
Emerald, had to pay for her red hair, it being all of English growth. A
deaf gentleman, being seized with English cotton in his ears, was com-
pelled to resort, on the spot, to oakum. j settling the boundary qurstiom.

It is painful to observe that national asperities are still entertained j Letter IV

here by many of the inhabitants. Several shopkeepers have refused to Mr. Webster to Lord 'Ashburton.

make money of the English ^especially of those parties who have re- ^ Tjndersi d win consider treat drawn b Ashburtotl
fused to deal with them. Master Jenkms at Mr Bird s t oa the ^d naierstood between the undersigned and Lord Ash-

academy, was yesterday assailed by two fish-boys on the port with the ft Webster.

cry of " cochon." We regret, for the sake of our country, to add, that v ° J

the English Consul here has not written to Louis Philippe on the subject. j Letter V.

The English Tariff has had no influence upon the market; geese ap- ; Lord Ashburton to Mr. Webster.

pearing in their usual number. Sir,—The treaty is now ready for signature, and though I must insist

As to matters of literature, it may be especially gratifying to Mr. I upon the extreme justlce of all x askj t as j nQW ask for nothi there
Colburn to know, that Percwal Keene may already be purchased for lour j can be QQ further ground for difference. I shall return to my own
shillings. (Shall we forward him a copy ?) ; country with the full conviction that I have done nothing inconsistent with

On Sunday week the cavalry of the National Guard was called out ; what at time of nft could have beeu ex ected d I came out

but, we are happy to say, although considerable anxiety is manifested, no
accident occurred to any of the force.

The bathing- machines have retired for the season.

UNPUBLISHED CORRESPONDENCE

between

LORD ASHBURTON AND MR. WEBSTER, ON THE BOUNDARY

QUESTION.

with a determination to maintain peace, I have fully accomplished the
object of my mission.

I have several books of arguments, proving the justice of all that
England demands, but as these demands are now relinquished, it would
be useless to trouble you with any of them.

I remain, Sir, with accumulated assurances of my most distinguished
consideration, your very humble and obliged servant,

Ashburton.

A CANDID CONFESSION.

Tas Herald

4 wit nurse,

boasted on Michaelmas (goose) day of its unceasing labours in the cause
of lunacy. No one who ever reads its original articles can doubt the

Letter I.
Lord Ashburton to Mr. Webster.
Sir,—I am a very old man, and I have come out to the United States
for the sake of peace and quietness between England and America. My
private opinion about the Boundary Line is, that there is a considerable
quantity of gammon on both sides, to say nothing of the enormous amount
of spinnage that has been the result of the yarns which former negociators
have been spinning. Diplomacy is all my eye, and perhaps, Sir, if I
added Elizabeth Martin, I should not be going too far in my description
of it.

I think, Sir, it would be almost as pertinent on my part to inquire of ,
you whether your mother knows you are out, as to ask whether the j truth of the Proud assertion for a moment,
mother country is to be done out of a large portion of territory, which is j
fit for nothing at all but to grow thistles ; and as such I willingly give it,

up to produce food for the American citizens. SONGS OF THE SEEDY.—No. XXV

In my conference with you, I believe I distinctly stated that I came out:
for the sake of peace ; and though 1 am instructed to stick up for the
right of fishing for oysters in the St. John's river, I do not say I may not
make a concession on this point, if the comfort of the natives is an object
with your government. I must, however, distinctly declare, that I can-
not resign the right of looking at the mile-stone on the boundary road ;
and this point I am the more resolute upon,, because I think you told me
it was to you a matter of indifference. If I was mistaken, pray let me
know, and I will reconsider the matter ; buf, if I understand you rightly,
and you do not object to the concession, then, Sir, let me tell you em-
phatically that the honour and dignity of the great nation I represent
must be maintained ; and I shall adhere resolutely to the right of visiting
the mile-stone alluded to.

Permit me to repeat, Sir, that I am a very old man, and am determined
on peace ; for it would ill-become me, at my time of life, to assist in pro-
moting warfare.

With assurances of my distinguished consideration,

I am, Sir, your obedient servant,

Ashburton.

Letter II.
From Mr. Webster to Lord Ashburton.
The undersigned, in the name of the American Government, accedes to
all that Lord Ashburton expresses his readiness to give up, while the
Endersigned consents to nothing that Lord Ashburton requires.

(Signed) Daniel Webster.

Lettkr III.
Lord Ashburton to Mr. Webster.
Sir,—Your note is so far satisfactory, that it agrees to my concessions
on the part of England, and your obliging iutimatiou that you consent to
nothing, I am extremely grateful for. If, Sir, you will only let me know
the heads of a treaty, it shall be drawn up ; for I am an old man, and
peace, as I said before, is my object. If I misunderstood that you would
concede on the question of the mile-stone, be so good as to set me right.

Come forth, come forth, my Sunday shoes,

My beautiful, my black !
Thy soles defy the mountain dews,

Thy leather does not crack.
Then let me bear thee for a day
To where the sunbeam shines,
Thy polished jet reflects its ray :
Come on, my eight-and-niues !

Away, away to where the hound

Pursues the startled deer,
Or where the pointer hovers round
When game, he deems, is near;
Or to the beach at once we'll go,

Where sea-birds wildly mew,
Watching the waters ebb and flow :
Come on, come on, my shoe!

The Clarence is a stylish thing,

With trowsers well strapped down ;
The Ankle-jack, with lace as string,

May suit the rustic clown;
The modest High-low many wear ;

Oxonians some still use ;
The Wellingtons have quite an air;
But oh ! give me my shoes !

The slender Pump let others boast,

Or sport the stout Calash,
Which keeps the feet as dry as toast

While rain the pavements wash.
The polish'd leathers crack and go,

For all that's bright must fade.;
But ah, you will not serve me so,

My shoes, my lleady-made !