Emily. "WHAT HAS MADE YOU TAKE TO THOSE GREAT GLOVES, GERTRUDE? THEY MAKE YOUR HANDS LOOK GIGANTIC!" Gertrude (engaged). "O, MY DEAR, MY HAND IS DISPOSED OF; AND WHEN THAT'S THE CASE, ONE CAN GIVE UP APPEARANCES, A GO IN FOR COMFORT.' Single-handed?" he asks, fixing his gaze on the button where he had previously been so successful. "I don't quite understand," I say. His eye wanders, and he speaks very carefully, as if weighing every word, and finding them all uncommonly heavy. 66 "here My meaning is-as do you keep another man-orvagueness seems to seize him suddenly, but he tries my top button again, and finishes with-" or all this-for-one ?" Then he frowns. "For one," I answer. He won't let that top button out of his sight for an instant now. "With occashnal 'elp?" he asks; then adds, while allowing his features to relax into what he intends to be a persuasive smile, You'd have occashnal 'elp, I s'pose, Sir. Cos you see, Sir," he goes on, his tone becoming almost pathetic, "a pig, a cow, a pony, and what not besides, is more than one man's time singl'anded. 66 On deliberation, I concede a boy now and then. He shakes his head over it. "Very sorry, but he don't think as it'll do, and he don't think as I'll get anyone, who ain't not quite starving, for such work as this." He is suddenly changing his manner into one of impertinence. It breaks upon me all at once-of drunken impertinence. This decides me. He may withdraw. He lingers. He ought, he says, to have his expenses for coming up on such a fool's errand. I can't hear of such a thing. "Can't hear ?" he suddenly exclaims, becoming quite violent and offensive, "Who's you, to send for poor 'ard-workin' men up 'ere, trepannin' them up for nothing? Darn you an' your pigs and your Cows! Why, I'd be above offrin' a respekable man such a place as yourn, and if there's law in this land, I'll Here a decent-lookin' woman rushes into the room, and seizes him. "JOHN," she says, "you're spoilin' your chances; don't be 66 a fool." He looks sullenly at her, as if he 'd like to argue this p But she continues to me: He took something next door, beir temperans gen'ally, as went against him, and he ain't quite his just now." Fortunately, she is able, with the assistance of a friend or outside, to get him away before he is less and less himself, as h every moment becoming, and so rapidly that who he'll be when reaches the front door, and gets out into the cold air, it will be di cult to determine. Examination continues. WHEN a goose who is heir to a title and lands, wants to raise wind, And promises sixty per cent. to the Jews-query, should not t promise bind P To teach vicious geese of the same breed, who under Jews' cla have smarted, That On young idiots who go that road and their money will soon parted. the whole, Punch would say, that as vultures who prey garbage keep down The pestilent breath of way-side death that else would poison t town, So those who lend at sixty per cent. are Society's scavenger vulture Who keep down the plagues that in folly and vice of young spend thrifts find their cultures. And as carrion-vultures, in the East, though foul, protection hav got, 'Twere well if young gentlemen who fire at our vultures should b made to pay their shot. "HEAVY WET."-The Present Season. PEOPLE YOU OBJECT TO MEET. MR. WHINER, who never sees you without saying how very fat you've grown, or how very pale you look. MR. HUMDRUM, who, when in society, confines his conversation to the changes of the weather and the rising price of coals. LADY DAWDDLER, who, if you meet her in the Park, is pretty sure to ask you to carry her fat lap-dog for her. MR, QUAVER, who raves about the music of the future, and never says a word of sense about the music of the present. CAPTAIN BLUSTERHAM, who bellows out your name when he meets you in the street, and shakes you by the hand till he nearly wrings your fingers off. MR. WHEEZER, who fancies that he is an invalid, and explains to the symptoms of his latest ailment. you MR. HARDUPPE, who, upon the strength of old school fellowship, will never miss a chance of borrowing half a sov. of you. MR. BORER, who even now discusses the merits of the Tichborne case. MESSES. SAWBONES and PILGARLIC, who, when they happen to meet at dinner, invariably talk shop together, and take away your appetite. MR. JEREMIAH DOLDRUMS, who thinks he has a grievance against one of your best friends, and takes you by the button-hole in order to explain it. BARON MUNCHAUSEN, Junior, who once was captured by the brigands, and every time he sees you embellishes the incident. MR. and MRS. CADGER, who, if you invite them for a day or two, always come provided with luggage for a fortnight. Gentlemen at Large. Jim. BILL, I say, show us the Skeleton in your Cupboard. Bill. I ain't a got no skellinton in ne'er a cupboard, but (indicating his waistcoat-pocket with his thumb), 'ere's a bunch of skellinton-keys! LINES BY A LOVER. WOULD you then know my CELIA's charms? She loves champagne, detests cold mutton, Will wager gloves in racing bets, But, having lost, to pay forgets: In dancing she can twist and twirl As deftly as a ballet-girl. Yet ne'er has learned with grace to walk, But struts with an audacious stalk. She treats her servant like a slave; She spends, but ne'er has learned to save: Defamation of Character. IT is a long time since the Chaldean monarch, noticed by MR. GEORGE SMITH in his admirable paper on a remarkable Cuneiform Inscription, lived, but for all that due respect ought to be paid to his memory. We were sorry, therefore, to read in the newspaper a statement for which there does not appear to be the slightest foundation, that IZDUBAR "in his search for immorality had learnt the legend of the Deluge from SISIT." We hope MR. SMITH, or SIR HENRY RAWLINSON, or some other friend of KING IZDUBAR, will at once give so injurious an imputation the fullest contradiction." made We can't have the springs of order and light, of a sudden, the levers They'll find folks disposed to treat their tall talk as gas of very bad And to retort on their prayer for support with cold-shouldered inhospitality. If there's tyranny in masters, there's tyranny in men; Better Conduct. It is a long lane that has no turning. The most hardened offender may reform. Wonders will never cease. Somebody is not so black as he is depicted. Strikes may come to an end, coals and meat may become reasonable in price, the rain may stop, MR. AYRTON may grow polite, next May may be warm-for November has passed and gone without a fog! Patron (Proprietor of Prize Animal). "YES-IT'S LIKE OLD BEN; BUT THAT'S NOT MY IDEA OF THE PICTER. WE'D HAVE LIK THE PRIZE CUP IN THE FOREGRUN'. WOULDN'T WE, MY LOVE?" 'My Love." "YES, DEAR. AND WE THOUGHT OF OUR HOUSE IN THE BACK-GROUND, DIDN'T WE, LUCY DARLING?" 99 Lucy Darling.' "YES, 'MA DEAR; AND THE PRETTY RIBBON WITH THE DEAR LITTLE TICKET ROUND HIS NECK- [Poor Smudg A BIRTHDAY IN DECEMBER. MDCCXCV. YE Ministers of all denominations, Mud Pythons all to squelch, and Dead Sea Apes. Philosopher, Historian, Joker see, Who doth, his living peer? Unto the brim Fill, and, for choice, the stoup with barley-bree, For Caledonia did engender him: True THOMAS, though no Rhymer, Chelsea's Sage, His Likeness. Pros't. THE many readers of Middlemarch-unfortunately this is not the time for taking the periodical census, or some information might have been obtained as to their total number-may be glad to be told that there is now to be seen, at the Kensington Museum, a miniature portrait of CASAUBON. PUNCH'S POCKET-BOOK. WE have been favoured with an early copy of this extraordin work, and we do not feel that we have received any favour at though doubtless the gift was prompted by the best intentions. examination of the work has entirely disturbed our system, caused us to neglect our daily duties. When we state that volume is adorned with a superb plate called "Science in her Si Slippers," by the indomitable KEENE, with a series of miniature toons, by the inexpugnable TENNIEL, with a mass of comic inspirati by the inextinguishable SAMBOURNE, and with a wealth of fairygems of initials by other accomplished parties, we shall be thou to have said enough. But we do not, ourselves, share in the thoug and when we proceed to mention that there is a mass of literat composed of the choicest specimens of graceful yet mordant sat of lyrics in which the playful maintains successful grapple with ferocious, of a Very Last Idyll which must have been written the Poet-Laureate, or by some one else, of a Court novel which w excite, it may be, no small indignation, and of a perfect Instructor all foreign languages, which will enable the feeblest linguist talk like a GOETHE or a LAMARTINE, we find that we have only h exhausted the catalogue of artistic and literary treasures to found under the brilliantly coloured binding of this most exquis of all Christmas books. But that we hate puffing, and rather pref to understate the merits of a work than to bestow on it the slighte exaggerated praise, we could say much more, but though he w dares more than may become a man is none, he who doth not lay h hand upon this book in the way of kindness, and give it to ever woman he knows, is a wretch whom it were base flattery to call a awful idiot. CAUTION TO JOURNALISTS. To call a spade a spade may or may not be libellous; but it a libel to call the Knave of Spades a knave. A British Judge woul no doubt also rule that it was libellous to call a Rake a Rake. Printed by Joseph Smith, of No. 24, Holford Square, in the Parish of St. James, Clerkenwell, in the County of Middlesex, at the Printing Offices of Messrs. Bra tbury, Agnew, & Co., Lombard Street, in the Precinct of Whitefriars, in the City of London, and Published by him at No. 86. Fleet Street, in the Parish of St. Bride, City of London.-SATURDAY, December 14, 1972. OME, Sisters, now your Brothers are home from the public schools, try those youths with a bit of dictation. This has been sent me by a young lady of Connecticut, who says that a prize was offered at the Teachers' Institute there to any one who could spell the whole correctly. "It is an agreeable sight to witness the unparalleled embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of a peeled potatoe, which a sibyl has stabbed with a poniard regardless of the innuendos of the lilies of Carnelian hue." The good LORD ROMILLY resigns the Rolls. Instantly favour me with two quotations in which his name occurs. Well? One is in WORDSWORTH's poem, What is good for a bootless bene? And the other? BYRON'S"I'd preach on that till WILBERFORCE and ROMILLY Should quote in their next speeches from my homily." Good, Tobias. And whence comes the name? Perhaps from Romilly, in Savoy. Good again-catch that merrythought. In DRYDEN's very wickedest comedy occurs this:-"You may call him a fool, Gentlemen, but it is well known he is a Critick." JOHN could plant a hit. Melancholy of the Minor key. "I deny your minor," as Falstaff might have said, had SHAKSPEARE pleased. My Major key is that wherewith I open my cellar-door. My Minor key is that I use when compelled to take out my cheque-book. Now, which suggests melancholy? the franchise, he used a jolly sort of illustration. He said that "it was idle to degrade the vote. Any Working Man could have one for the price of one hundred and twenty pots of beer." If the beer were good, I wouldn't lose one pot for a vote, leastways in a metropolitan borough. Nobody honours our clergy more than I do, but some of them puzzle me considerably. Last week the Ritualists and the Calvinists took sweet counsel together as they went up to the voting place together to cause the DEAN OF WESTMINSTER's exclusion from the Oxford pulpit. I am happy to say that they were soundly beaten. Then a very worthy clergyman, the DEAN OF NORWICH, who was also appointed to preach, writes a long letter refusing to do so. Now, if he believed that the other Dean would teach incorrect doctrine, why did not DR. GOULBURN preach sermons administering the antidote? Evasit. As a third Dean wrote, or thereabouts, touching a fourth; "And O how the graduates giggle and gape For the good Norwich Dean tucks his gown for escape!" "Why do you call the man SIR ROGER TICHBORNE ?" sternly demanded VICE-CHANCELLOR MALINS, from the Bench. "He calls himself SIR ROGER!" I have never called him a baronet, so my head is safe; but is there not some law making it high treason to confer a title not proved to be derived from the QUEEN's Majesty? Gracious! suppose MR. WHALLEY should have his head cut off! As the Scotchwoman said, after somebody's execution, "It might not be much of a head, but it was the only one he had, poor man!" this year! I doubt whether half the people saw any four-legged beast. I did not go, being in mourning for the late QUEEN ANNE, and not caring What a tremendous crowd came to see the fat cattle To bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the Cattle-Show, as dear THOMAS HOOD put it. But I would have gone if the spectacle had terminated with the solemn flogging of six fat footmen who had refused to eat Australian meat. [He did go. Vide picture, later. T.] A Correspondent wrote to me, the other day, to ask whether, if the lady you take down to dinner proves sulky or stupid, it is a breach of etiquette to drop her altogether, and talk to the one on the other side of you. I fear that my answer was a little Jesuitical. I wrote that no Lady, with a large L, was ever sulky or stupid, and that no particular ceremony was usual with a Person who is not a lady. But, to speak seriatim (as a Vestryman would say), you have no right to assume that because a Lady does not From whom does MONTAIGNE quote Jactantius mærent quæ minus dolent? talk to you she is either stupid or sulky. The chances Needless, now that every lady knows Latin, to say that it means"They blub the most who 're wopped the least." Another row, I see, brought about by dogs. But in the old days, when two dogs quarrelled and fought, their masters did the first on the spot, and the second next morning. In this late case, only one of the parties produced a pistol, and he had to go home for it. The Magistrates disapproved of this onesided duel. But the juvenes qui gaudent canibus are always in trouble, Toby. Don't sulk. Am I a juvenis? DR. CUMMING prophesied that 1860 "would be the beginning of scenes that to Christian people would be most pleasant." It was not a very good shot. In London we had the riots in the Church of St. George's-in-the-East; in the country there was the great fight between TOM SAYERS and HEENAN; France stole Savoy and Nice; the Maronite Christians were horribly massacred by the Druses; and South Carolina seceded,-thus "beginning" "the greatest civil war ever known." WHEN it was proposed to refuse to the BISHOP OF NATAL the courtesies of the Athenæum Club, the late SIR JOHN BOWRING was very indignant. He asked one of the orthodox Bishops, who urged the exclusion of DR. COLENSO, what he meant by bringing his theological prejudices into a society of gentlemen ?" 66 are that you open with effete nonsense, and she takes your measure. You should begin with something pleasantly startling. If she is single, ask her why she isn't married; and if she is, ask her whom she means to marry when her present husband dies. Be original. I declare that I always learn something from conversation with any woman. But then I am so umble: "Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much. Wisdom is umble that he knows no more." Now, most Men are stupid. They know their trades, more or less. But for anything else where would they be but for the leading articles? If Ladies read those articles, and could hear their Lords reproduce them, much injured and blundered, in the talk after dinner, the former would have a greater contempt for our intellects than now. Which thing is needless. In the Church of St. Andrew, Holborn, is a monument, dated 1603, with an inscription beginning "My Turtle gone, all joy is gone from me." I showed this to an Alderman one day, and he said that some of our ancestors had very proper feelings. PLACETS AND NON-PLACETS. In Re DEAN STANLEY at Oxford. THAT Oxford still should bring forth broods Who hold that light but serves to blind; To those who walk a wider way Like vermin on a Keeper's gable- Freely of light to give, not grudge, What most draws Christian heart to heart:That he whose life, books, sermons still, Have shown this faith in work, word, will, St. Mary's pulpit mounts, to grace it With the Broad Church's Colours-PLACET! That Charity lukewarm or worse To BURGON and his kin should seem,Faith without flavour of a curse To GOULBURN but a hazy dream:That a Church without power to ban, No counter-power to bless can own; Nor Christ's seed sprout in soul of man, Unless gall-watered when 'tis sown.That what most worthy love appears To simple folks, these guides eschew; What most sets Christians by the ears, That most they and their Church pursue';- But that the Broad Church should have laid In stress of need is quick supplied- Through cleric England, hot and high, They who put trust in truth o'erpower Those whom the name of truth appals, Till Obscurantism's soldiers cower, Beaten, in Convocation's halls That here, in BURGON'S, GOULBURN's, spite, That e'en here, Bigotry's "hic-jacet" Should be writ, and in large text, PLACET That still on Earth the rising tide Of light and knowledge, in its sway, With all the ills it sweeps aside, Should wash some germs of good away- And child-like faith devout, dim-eyed, But that this flood of love and light Is ever rising and to rise, That strength to bear its billows bright Of Grey Authority may sleep controlled- Bravery and Beauty. THE Officers and Men who were engaged in the Looshai Expedition are, it has been announced, to receive the India Medal of 1854, with a clasp for Looshai. None but the brave deserve the fair. Clasp is equivalent to Buckle. If that clasp which those gallant fellows have especially merited could be conferred upon them, that would be something. AN Expensive Wife makes a Pensive Husband. |