Punch or The London charivari (4.1843)

92 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

young ladies who kept the stalls were so much delighted with the j
public exhibition of their own wares and attractions—so gratified i ^Jjf JittOlUl) iftftcUfect.
at the compliments paid to both by the gentlemen purchasers— ! The ChancelIor of the Exchequer has done extremely well in reducing
including even the officers who had so liberally allowed tlie band ot 1
their regiment to play upon the occasion ; but who, however, did not
buy a great many things—that they almost hoped the funds of the
society would get into an embarrassed state once more, that they
might again have the pleasure of assisting them.
And, finally, Mrs. Lacquer and her daughters, when all was over,
and they had received the especial thanks of the committee for their
exertions, agreed there were many social virtues to be exercised by
all right-thinking and religious people, but that the greatest of these
was Charity.

FASHIONS FOR FEBRUARY.

Although Parliament has assembled, and the metropolis is rapidly
filling, no material alteration has taken place in bonnets at any of the
leading magasins des modes. We have seen one,
however, that presented some novelty, and a con-
siderable display of taste. It was composed of
black velvet, and over the top, which was more
than usually depressed, a blue cotton handker-
chief was negligently thrown, in lieu of trimming,
and fastened under the chin in a simple bow ; the
curtain, of the same material with the bonnet, stood
out from the head at right angles, and the whole
had a very elegant and neglige appearance. Man-
ties, capotes, and pelisses are now greatly in vogue, but we recently
eotieed a cape that was constructed of layers of list, falling round the


Exchequer Bills from two-pence to seven farthings, for it leaves the
farthing in the hands of the Commissioners for reducing the National
Debt ; and as we only increase it by millions, our diminishing it by
farthings can have no material effect on this great source of our national
prosperity.
We have no opportunity of knowing what is going on in the Bank
Parlour ; but we peeped through the blinds, and saw a gentleman who
looked like the Governor, with a foot on each hob, and a blazing fire before
him. This looks like confidence, for if the Bank can take it easy, which
must be the case if the Governor can afford to go to sleep, the " rest''
must be increasing.
Money is going at the old rate, and we know a party who got rid of a
good deal last week at Crockford's, where the Greek actives commanded
a high rate of profit.

OLD BAILEY BALLADS.
On! come to the Club.



shoulders in a graceful semicircle, and gradually increasing in their sweep
till they reached the waist. It was edged with a bouillonne of black
cotton ribbon, which added very much to the richness and beauty of
us appearance ; the whole forming a most recherche promenade cos-
tume. Muffs are universally worn, but are now
so small, that pet dogs, however diminutive, are
compelled to walk and endure a demi-strangulation
at the end of a blue or bright red cord. Rolls
of music and parcels of Berlin
wool are carried by the livery-ser-



Oh, come to the Club, where, in elegance dining,
You 've liveried servants upon you to wait;
Yes, come to the Club—where, on sofas reclining,
You may share for a little the ease of the great.
Then come to the Club—on the ottomans throwing
The boots you have covered with mud in your walks ;
Yes, come to' the Club—but oh ! when you are going,
Don't pocket-and then walk away with —the forks !
Yes, come to the Club, and the paper perusing,
Oh, sit in the coffee-room each afternoon ;
But oil, while the waiters are vacantly musing,
Don't cast a sheep's eye on a neighbouring spoon.
Yes, come to the Club, and, its pleasures partaking.
Indulge in the indolence iit for the mind ;
But when for the door you are hastily making,
Oh, leave, I entreat you, the silver behind i

IMPUDENT ATTEMPT AT FRAUD.

Ov Friday the 17th Feb, the Monthly Herald had the gross effrontery
to insert the following paragraph as an extract from our inimitable
publication :—
"In consequence of the omission of Sir H. Pottinger's name from the ' vote of
thanks' on Tuesday night, the Marquis of Londonderry intends to move that by-
way of reward he niav substitute the name of Thomas for Henry, in order to illus-
trate his deeds by his designation. ' He will then,' the Marquis says, ' be called Sir
T. Pottinger' {Tea-pot injure). Isn't this ' too bad? '—Punch."
2Dj>t6 from Punch! The vermilion blisters on our nose witb

vant or page, and the stately cane X
is left at home. From among the numerous ornaments aJfe: V indignation ! Where is our baton .
for the head, we decidedly select the papilloles des jour- MP ' rAC11 „TATr,e ,,rr,,TvFri
navx; these are worn occasionally at-. JBr L0ST TIMr.a
family dinners, previous to the Play, or a jJB an old joke nratly repaired.
long meditated box at the Opera, and ^ |TB It has been suggested that it is impossible to bring back the time that
sometimes are seen at the breakfast- ^v^^ has flown, and we cannot recal to-day the act of yesterday. We beg to
table. Pattens are entirely superseded by the four- ! sa0' tll:ltnothing is easier; for if we would desire to bring back the Times
and - six- ^ penny French clogs; these, *c \°l to-day, we have only to run over the news (?) in the Herald of the
however, are sometimes objected to fijjg^ ^ i morrow.
SIR PETER LAURIE ON STAMMERING.
In the congenial columns of the Morning Post, our own Sir Peter takes
his stand as patron of one Mr. Hunt, of Regent-street, who cures all sorts of
stammering, making the stutterer converse " with the most perfect fluency
and ease to himself/' This is, doubtless, a great scientific triumph ; but
oh, Mr. Hunt ! how much more serviceable would be the achievement,
if—when certain folks begin to speak, especially upon wood-pavement—

by our *i.c_£> elegantes, in consequence of
their making less noise, and thereby attracting no attention to a pretty
ancle. The decline of pattens may be attributed to the introduction of
wood pavement, the iron rings rendering a passage across the road ex-
tremely dangerous in wet or frosty weather. The hat that promises to
be the most fashionable this month is the chapeau de Billicock, —
more generally known under the name of Casquetle
a la wide-awake. An ornament generally protrudes
irom under the band, which has the rare merit of <*T&'. ■*
combining the utile et dulce. 11 consists of"amarrow J°U COuld ^tantaneously make them-hold their tongue
j»ping, that can be taken in and out of the hat at


... volonle of the wearer, but when not placed in JH^g*^ ! In consequence of numerous complaints received from all parts of the country at to
cue band, it is generally carried in the mouth, ^s^KL tin difficulty in procuring the Weekly Numbers of PUNCH, the Proprietors have
wiiere it has a very rich and classical effect. determined to print a STAMPED EDITION, (price id.) which may be sent free by
Post, connnencing with Number LXXX. It will be Published every Thursday
Morning, and may be procured through any Newsman, or by direct application to the
THEATRICAL INTELLIGENCE. I Qffice> 13, Wellington Street. Strand. In the latter case, a Post Office order for
A new Play was recently produced at Covent Garden Th t 'ff i payment must be enclosed. As only a sufficient number of copies to supply the demand
we believe "xpressly for the purnose of hr' ' f " mea-re, v ri.tjen' ' trill be stamped, early application is particularly requested. The Publication of the
for theatrical honours. It was entitled " ^offwith'the ^ranrTr"" nnd I Un"amped EdiU°"' °f the m'J ParU'wiU be continued P^cisely as heretofore.
'We should sav from the loud inrl nnnllnnoj nl i j , t». s , _ , Printed by Messrs. Bradhurr and Evans. Lombard Street, in the Prm-im-t of Whltefriars, In th«
**) > irom trie iouci and continued shouts and plaudits which fob I city of London, and published bv Jowph smith, of w, Caroline street. jja.n« square, Halloa, m
l*>»*eu its Conclusion, that it Was perfectly Successful the 0*'*' Nu- 13- Wellington Street, Strand, in the precinct ol the Savoy, in the coojsty of
j Middlesex.