Transcriber's Note: The short pieces "Suppositious" and "Quite AnotherThing" were moved from their original positions accompanying theillustration "The Political Fancy Dress Ball at Covent Gardent" to the end, to prevent the "Essence of Parliament" article from being broken in themiddle. PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 104. March 4, 1893. A BALLAD OF WEALTHY WOOING. Ah, why, my Love, receive me With such tip-tilted scorn? Self-love can scarce retrieve me From obloquy forlorn; 'Twas not my fault, believe me, That wealthy I was born. Of Nature's gifts invidious I'd choose I know not which; One might as well be hideous As shunn'd because he's rich. O Love, if thou art bitter, Then death must pleasant be; I know not which is fitter, Not I--(or is't "not me"?) 'Tis not that thou abhorrest, Oh, maid of dainty mould! The foison of the florist, The goldsmith's craft of gold; Nor less than others storest Rare pelts by furriers sold; But knowing I adore thee, And deem all graces thine, My choicest offerings bore Just because they are mine. Then, smile not, dear deceiver, Keep no kind word for me, Enough that the receiver Is thou--(or is it "thee"?) When others come, how trimly Thou sett'st thy chatty sail! For me alone all dimly Seemeth the sun to fail. Young FRANK he frowneth grimly, And thou turn'st haughty pale. 'Tis not the taint of "City, " For here be scores who sport Their Mayfair manners pretty In Cop-the-Needle Court. Ah, chill me not so coolly, A Croesus though I be-- The one who loveth truly I swear is I--(or "me"?) But what availeth grammar As taught in straitest schools-- The hammer of the Crammer Forging Bellona's tools-- Or words that humbly stammer Regardless of the rules? And what availeth fretting, Deep sighs, and dwindling waist, And what the sad forgetting Of culinary taste, Since still thou fondly spurnest Five hundred thou. (or "thee. "?) And on young STONEY turnest Love's eye--(or _is_ it "me"?) * * * * * SAD CONCLUSION. --To be virtuous for virtue's sake, without prospect ofreward, this is to be good for nothing! * * * * * [Illustration: BYE-ELECTION-OLOGY. _Gladys. _ "LISTEN, SIBYL. PAPA HAS WON A GREAT MORAL VICTORY----WHAT DOES AMORAL VICTORY MEAN EXACTLY?" _Sibyl_ (_who has had more experience_). "OH, IT MEANS--WELL, THAT WE ARETO BE THE VICTIMS OF POLITICAL ECONOMY, AND NOT GO TO LONDON, AFTER ALL!"] * * * * * INDERWICKEDNESS. "I do not wish to make a joke, " Mr. INDERWICK, Q. C. , is reported to haveobserved in the course of examining the plaintiff in a divorce case, but, in spite of this pathetic announcement, which passed without any commentfrom the Judge, the ruling passion was too strong for him, and hecontinued, "but Artists' models are not always models of virtue, are they?"Not new, not by any means new, of course, but he had apologised beforehand, and he couldn't help it; as the weak heroine, who yields to strongtemptation in a French novel or play, usually acknowledges "_C'était plusfort que moi_. " The inflammable materials being in close contact, there wasnothing to 'inder-wick from catching fire when in proximity to a spark ofgenius. Yet so powerfully had the eminent Queen's Counsel's prefatialapology affected the court and the audience, that his saucy sally--(forthere is life in the old sally yet, whether in our alley or in thisCourt)--was not followed by the usually reported "laughter. " How was itreceived? Doubtless with decorous silence and downcast eyes, expressive ofsweet memories of dear old jokes made long ago, in happier and brightertimes, "when all the world was young. " When a good old joke is again brought into Court with or without apology, instead of its being received with respectful silence, we should like toread that it was greeted with "tears" or "sobs. " It would, indeed, not beunbecoming on the part of the Judge if, unable to control his emotion, hehad immediately arisen, and, in broken judicial utterances, had adjournedthe Court for the day, out of respect to the memory (for old jokes) of theLeader or Junior who had apologetically perpetrated one. Should Mr. INDERWICK try this again, the new effect, as above suggested, may beobtained to the satisfaction of all parties, except, maybe, those to thesuit, "whom, " as one learned brother might say with another, and stillprofounder apology, "such a proceeding would not _suit_ at all. " * * * * * LINES ON A LIFE-BELT. (_After Waller's "On a Girdle. _") ["According to the evidence of the only two witnesses who sailed with her, no Life-belts were forthcoming, when the Life-belts might have given many of those on board a last chance of life. "--_The "Times" on the Inquiry into the Wreck of the "Roumania. "_] _Shipwrecked Passenger loquitur_:-- That which would give me ease of mind, And hope of life, I cannot find. No monarch but would give his crown For a Life-belt, when ships go down. It would relieve extremest fear, That circlet light, that cork-lined sphere; But in dark nooks below above, The careless crew such trifles shove! A narrow compass, and yet there Dwells safety, but for want of care. Give me the Belt, which can't be found, And I might live, who must be drowned! * * * * * A certain noble Lord was supposed to have somewhat disparaged one of hishorses on sale by describing him as "a Whistler. " JAMES MCNEILL, "of thatilk, " was of opinion that this description, supposing the animal to havebeen "a genuine Whistler, " ought to have increased its value considerably. * * * * * The Musical Coster Craze. _Customer. _ Have you a copy of COSTA'S _Eli_? _Shopman. _ No, Sir; we have none of CHEVALIER'S songs. * * * * * SUPERLATIVE!--The appointment of Mr. DUFF, M. P. , to be Governor of NewSouth Wales is a "positive" good, seeing that they might have appointed "acomparative Duffer. " * * * * * LOVELY CHEESE! OR, A WELSH RARE-BIT. [Illustration] AIR--_"Lovely Night. " Dissenting Anti-Church Mice sing_:-- Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese! To Church Mice thou art most dear, But _do_ please, but _do_ please Let _us_ also share thy cheer: For though our "freedom" gladsome seems, Too oft it brings poor fare alone; But aided by what haunts our dreams, How many joys Church Mice have known! Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese! Long we've yearned to draw more near To the ease, toothsome ease, Of the dwellers in thy sphere! Lovely cheese! Lovely cheese! When a mouse thy cover nears, Growling fit his heart to freeze, Some keen-claw'd (Church) cat appears. But now--that knife portends a boon; Monopoly slice by slice 'twill slay. We, too, may get--let it be soon!-- Our bit of cheese, some day, some day! Lovely Cheese! Lovely Cheese! When that cover's lifted clear, With what ease, with what ease We poor mice may share Church cheer! * * * * * There was a feeling of uncertainty in the House of Commons last Wednesday, as to what should be taken to constitute "A Religious Body. " Not to goharking back to the Rev. SYDNEY SMITH'S definition of "aCorporation"--which, without speaking it profanely, cannot be here quotedwithout offending eyes polite, --one may say that "A Religious Body" is acontradiction in terms. It is simply "A Soul-less Thing. " * * * * * "What's the name of that German Beer?" asked Mrs. R. , "I rather think it isPil-sen-ner. It sounds to me more like medicine. " * * * * * THE MAN FROM BLANKLEYS. A STORY IN SCENES. SCENE XI. --_The Drawing-room. _ Mrs. GILWATTLE _is still unable to express her feelings by more than a contemptuous glare. _ _Uncle Gabriel. _ My--ah--love, you didn't hear me. I was saying I've almostprevailed on his Lordship---- _Mrs. Gilwattle_ (_becoming articulate_). His Lordship, indeed! If _that's_a Lord, I don't wonder you're such a Radical! _Uncle Gab. _ Why--why--what's _come_ to you, JOANNA? My Lord, I hope you'llexcuse her--she's a little---- _Mrs. Gil. _ Fiddlesticks! You've been made a fool of, GABRIEL! Can't yousee for yourself that he's neither the manners nor yet the appearance of a_real_ nobleman--or anything but what he _is_? _Uncle Gab. _ (_dropping_ Lord S. 's _arm_). Eh? If you're not a Lord, Sir, what else _are_ you? _Lord Strath. _ (_wavering between wrath and amusement_). Afraid I can'tenlighten you--I'm extremely curious to know myself. _Mrs. Tid. _ (_distractedly_). Oh, Aunt, it wasn't my fault, really!MONTAGUE _would_ have him! And--and we _sent_ round to say he wouldn't berequired--we did indeed! Please, _please_ don't tell anybody! _Mrs. Gil. _ (_rigidly_). It is my _duty_ to let everyone here know howdisgracefully we have been insulted to-night, MARIA, and might have goneaway in ignorance, but for that innocent child--who has done nothing, that_I_ can see, to deserve being shaken like that! _I_'m not going to sit byin silence and see a man passed off as a Lord who is nothing more nor lessthan one of the assistants out of BLANKLEY'S shop, hired to come and fill avacant seat! Yes, GABRIEL, if you doubt my word, look at MARIA--and _now_ask that young man to dine! [_Profound sensation among the company. _ _Uncle Gab. _ I--ah--withdraw the invitation, of course--it is cancelled, Sir, cancelled! _Feminine Murmur. _ I had a feeling, the moment he came in, as if--sothankful now I didn't commit myself by so much as--ah, my dear, it allcomes from a desire to make a show!--&c. , &c. _Uncle Gab. _ It's the bare-faced impudence of coming here on falsepretences, that _I_ can't get over. Come, Mr. SHOPWALKER, COUNTERJUMPER, orwhatever you really are, what have _you_ got to say for yourself? _Lord Strath. _ Say? Why---- [_He struggles to control his countenance for a moment, until he is convulsed at last by irrepressible laughter. _ _All_ (_except the_ TIDMARSHES). He's laughing--positively _laughing_ atUs! The brazenness of it! _Lord Strath. _ (_regaining composure_). I--I'm awfully sorry, but it struckme suddenly as so----After all, the joke is only against myself. (_Tohimself. _) Must try and get my unfortunate hostess out of this fix--notthat she deserves it! (_Aloud. _) If you will kindly let me explain, I thinkI can---- _Mr. Tid. _ (_suddenly_). Oh, hang explaining! It's all out now, and you'dbetter leave it there! _Lord Strath. _ I can't, indeed. I must make you all understand that thiswell-meaning lady with the highly-developed sense of duty has done our hostand hostess a grave injustice, besides paying me a compliment I don'tdeserve. I'm sorry to say I can't claim to be half as useful a member ofthe community as any of the very obliging and attentive gentlemen in Mr. BLANKLEY'S employment. If I'm anything, I'm a--an Egyptologist, in anamateur sort of way, you know. A--in fact, I'm writing a book on AncientEgypt. _The Others. _ A _literary_ man! As if _that_ made it any better! _Lord Strath. _ I merely mention it because it led me to write to Mr. CARTOUCHE--whom I happened to hear of as a famous collector--and ask to beallowed to call and inspect his collection. Mr. CARTOUCHE (who lives, Ibelieve, at No. 92, next door) very kindly wrote, giving me leave, andinviting me to dine at the same time, and--I know it was unpardonablycareless of me--but somehow I came here instead, and, Mr. And Mrs. TIDMARSHbeing both too--er--hospitable to undeceive me, I never found my mistakeout till too late to put it right, without inconveniencing everybody. That's really all. [_Uneasy reaction in the company. _ _Uncle Gab. _ (_pompously_). Ha--hum--no doubt that puts a somewhatdifferent complexion on the case, but it doesn't explain your conduct incalling yourself Lord STRATHFOOZLEUM, or whatever it was. _Lord Strath. _ I think you mean STRATHSPORRAN. I did call myself that, because it happens to be my name. _Mrs. Tid. _ (_passionately_). I don't believe it. . . . I _can't_. If it is, why did Miss SEATON call you "Mr. CLAYPOLE"? _Lord Strath. _ I beg your pardon--CLAYMORE. Because, when we last met, Iwas DOUGLAS CLAYMORE, with no prospect whatever, as it seemed then, ofbeing anything else. _Mrs. Tid. _ (_faintly_). Then he really is--_Oh_! [_She sinks on the couch, crushed. _ _Uncle Gab. _ Ha, well, my Lord, I'm glad this little misunderstanding is sosatisfactorily cleared up, and if I may venture to hope for the honour ofyour company, --shall we say Friday wee----(Lord S. _looks at himsteadily. _) Oh, if your Lordship has some better engagement, well and good. Makes no difference to _me_ I assure you. JOANNA, our carriage must be hereby now, say good-bye and have done with it! Good-night, MARIA, I'll see youdon't expose me to _this_ again! SCENE XII. --_The guests have all taken leave with extremely frosty farewells_; Mr. TIDMARSH _is downstairs superintending their departure. _ GWENNIE _has been pardoned on_ Lord S. 's _intercession, and dismissed, in much bewilderment, to bed. _ Mrs. TIDMARSH _and_ Lord STRATHSPORRAN _are alone. _ _Mrs. Tid. _ (_hysterically_). Oh, Lord STRATHSPORRAN, when I think howI----What can I _ever_ say to you? _Lord Strath. _ Only, I hope, that you forgive my stupidity in blundering inhere as I did, Mrs. TIDMARSH. _Mrs. Tid. _ It _was_ a good deal your fault. If you had only said who youreally were--if my husband had not been idiot enough to misunderstand--ifMiss SEATON had been more straightforward, all this would never----! [Illustration: "Sitting down heavily on a Settee. "] _Lord Strath. _ We were all the victims of circumstances, weren't we? But I, at least, have no reason to regret it. And, if I may ask one lastindulgence, will you--a--let me have an opportunity of saying good-bye toMiss SEATON? _Mrs. Tid. _ She, she doesn't _deserve_--Oh, I don't know _what_ I'm saying. Of _course_, Lord STRATHSPORRAN, anything, _anything_ I can do to----I willsend her down to you, if you will only wait. She shall not keep you long! _Lord Strath. _ (_alone, to himself_). It's an ill wind, &c. I shall haveMARJORY all to myself, now! To think that--but for a lucky blunder--Ishould be spelling out scarabs and things on the wrong side of that wall atthis moment, and never dreaming that MARJORY was so----Ah, she's coming!(Miss SEATON _enters, looking pale and disconsolate. _) MARJORY, you've noidea what you've missed! I _must_ tell you--it's too good to lose. What_do_ you think all these good people have been taking me for? You'll neverguess! They actually believed I was hired from BLANKLEY'S! Give you my wordthey did!. . . Why don't you _laugh_, MARJORY? _Miss Seaton_ (_faintly_). I--I _am_ laughing. No, DOUGLAS, I'm not. Ican't; I haven't the conscience to. Oh, I never meant you to know--but Imust tell you, whatever comes of it! _I_ believed it too, at first. (_Tragically. _) I _did_, DOUGLAS! _Lord Strath. _ _Did_ you though, MARJORY? Then, by Jove, I _must_ havelooked the character! _Miss Seaton_ (_timidly_). I knew you--you weren't very well off, DOUGLAS, and so I fancied you might----Oh, I know it was hateful of me ever to thinksuch a thing, but I did. And you can never _really_ forgive me! _Lord Strath. _ Couldn't think of it! Shall I tell you something else, MARJORY? I've a strong impression that you will not be an inmate of thishappy English household _much_ longer. _Miss Seaton. _ I'm _sure_ I shan't, from Mrs. TIDMARSH'S expression justnow. But I don't care! _Lord Strath. _ Don't be reckless. How do you know there isn't a moral lionabout? And where will you go next, MARJORY? _Miss Seaton_ (_with a shrug_). I don't know. I suppose to anybody whowants a Governess, and doesn't mind taking her without a reference, ifthere _is_ such a person! _Lord Strath. _ Well, oddly enough, I fancy I know somebody who has beentrying for a long time to find a young person of just your age andappearance, and might be induced to waive a reference on a personalinterview. (Miss SEATON _looks incredulous. _). . . MARJORY, don't youunderstand? If I hadn't been such a pauper, I'd have spoken long ago, whenwe were up in Scotland together, only it didn't seem fair then. I--Idaresay I've no better chance now; but, at least, I've more right to speakthan I had, and--and--will you have me, MARJORY? (_She turns away. _) I--Iwon't worry you, dear, if you really can't care about me in that way;but--but if you only _could_, MARJORY, even a little! _Miss Seaton. _ DOUGLAS!. . . _Same Scene--somewhat later. _ _Lord Strath. _ Not yet, MARJORY--I can't let you go just yet!. . . Must I, really? Before I've said half what I wanted!. . . Well--in one minute, then. And you're coming to my people as soon as you can get out of this, MARJORY;and I shall see you every day, till--till we shall never be separatedany----Confound it!--who's that? [Mr. TIDMARSH _enters suddenly. _ _Mr. Tid. _ Oh--er--Lord STRATHSPORRAN, sorry to interrupt you, but--hem--mywife, who's feeling too unwell to come down again, desires me to say that, in her opinion, Miss SEATON has been here quite long enough. [Miss SEATON_escapes by the back drawing-room. _ _Lord Strath. _ I entirely agree with Mrs. TIDMARSH; but I am happy to saythat Miss SEATON will not remain here very much longer, as she has justdone me the honour of consenting to be my wife. Good night, Sir, and manythanks for a most er--eventful evening. [_He goes out. _ _Mr. Tid. _ (_making an effort to escort him downstairs, but giving it up, and sitting down heavily on a settee instead_). She'll be LadySTRATHSPORRAN! And I shall have to break it to MARIA--after she's just gonein and stuck a month's salary and immediate notice on her pincushion! Oh, lor--as if my poor wife hadn't trouble enough to bear as it was! THE END. * * * * * HARE-ING HIS DIPLOMACY. As I have already conveyed, in a short note last week, the first night ofthe revival of _Diplomacy_, viz. , Saturday, Feb. 18th, will be for evermemorable in the annals of the English stage in general, and in thereminiscences of Mr. JOHN HARE in particular, whenever he may choose togive them to the public. It will also afford matter for a brilliant chapterin the second or third series of Mr. And Mrs. BANCROFT'S _On and Off theStage_. A great night, too, for the eminent adapters Messrs. SCOTT andSTEPHENSON, once known as "the Brothers ROWE, " who rowed in the same boat. Never, at any time, has this version of the French play been so well castas it is now at Garrick Theatre, though nervousness told on all the actors, especially on the elder ones, except, apparently, Mrs. BANCROFT, in whoseperformance there was hardly any trace of it, though once she nearly missedher cue while resting awhile at the back of the stage. The part of _Lady Henry Fairfax_ has literally nothing whatever to do withthe plot, and were it not played as it is now, and played so capitally byMrs. BANCROFT, it would be better, for an English audience at least, ifomitted entirely, or reduced to a few appropriate lines in pleasant places. An English audience wants the story, when once begun, to go on without anybreak or interruption; and indeed, but for dramatic effect, an Englishaudience is inclined to resent even the division of a piece into Acts, unless such arrangement is evidently necessitated by some heavy mechanicalchange of scenery. So our audiences would decidedly prefer to have the _rôles_ of _Lady Henry_and _The Marquise de Rio Zarès_ (with her wearisome iteration about "DonALVA, " and played with rather too much accentuation by Lady MONCKTON)reduced to the smallest possible algebraic expression. Mr. BANCROFT was thesame _Count Orloff_ as he was years ago on the little stage of the oldPrince of Wales's Theatre; his action more deliberate than when he wasyounger and more impetuous; his pauses for meditation longer by a thoughtor so than of yore; while in his tone and manner there was just adelicately-deepened colouring of the genuine original Bancroftian "OldMaster. " To Mr. BANCROFT, resuscitating our old courtly friend _CountOrloff_ (now _Count Orl-on-again_), I would address the once well-knownline from "_Woodman, spare that Tree_"-- "Touch not a single _bow_!" [Illustration: "Three Men in a boat. "] ARTHUR CECIL, too, as _Baron Stein_, excellent, _cela va sans dire_; yet, somehow, his effects now seem to me to be laid on with too broad a brush, especially in the scene of his last appearance, where he makes a sly, and, for the _Baron Stein_, a rather over-elaborated and farcical attempt torecapture the letter he has just given up. FORBES ROBERTSON is good fromfirst to last as the very weak-knee'd _Julian Beauelere_, sufficientlyemotional in the strong situations, and never better than when thecharacter itself is at its weakest; that is, in the one great scene withhis wife. The _Algie Fairfax_, of Mr. GILBERT HARE, was natural where the authorshave allowed him to be natural, and best, therefore, in the last Act, wherehe has become a responsible personage in a diplomatic office. The"three-men-in-a-difficulty" scene went as well as ever, though, on thewhole, played far too slowly, and with so much "suppressed force, " that thecelebrated "_Monsieur! à vos ordres!_" when _Orloff_ suddenly breaks outinto "the language of diplomacy, " did not electrify the house. On thecontrary, the audience took it very quietly, awaiting with some curiositythe interference of _Henry Beauclerc_. And it was at this point that theservices of Mr. JOHN HARE in this character were invaluable. Never had hiscrisp incisive style produced more marked effect. It is a pity that in theThird Act, which being the weak point of the play requires all the strengthof the actor to be seriously employed, Mr. HARE should have given a verylight comedy, nay, even a farcical touch to his treatment of the "business"of sniffing the perfume--when he is literally "on the scent"--and to themomentous situation of his interview with _Zicka_. "_Maintenant à nosdeux!_" Odd that, in his treatment of the strength of the scent, SARDOUshould have shown the feebleness of his methods. Yet so it is. The play, atthis point, being practically played out, he carelessly chucks the puppetsinto a corner. He has made his great scenes, and there's an end of it; letthe weakest go to the wall. [Illustration: DUET--_Baron Cecil Stein and Lady Henry Bancroft Fairfax_(_with original model of Strasbourg Clock_)--"Here we are again!"] [Illustration: SCENT ZICKA--from a (guilt)-stained-glass Russian window. ] Last of all to be mentioned with unstinted praise is Miss KATE RORKE. It isas well to remember throughout that we are witnessing a play ofsemi-French, not purely domestic English life, and the essence of the playcould not be adapted to ordinary English notions. _Julian Beauclerc_, forexample, in England, would never have challenged _Count Orloff_; he mighthave had "a deuce of a row with him"; _et voilà tout_. _Dora_, as a youngIrish girl, and not, as she is here, a half-breed, would never havethreatened to suicide herself out of the window, though all else she, as anot particularly well-educated, but certainly very impulsive girl, mightprobably have done. Her great scene, where she bangs her fists against thelooked doors, shrieking to her husband to return--an effect to be led up toand made within the space of a minute--was, if I may be allowed to say so, without being suspected of exaggeration, "just perfect. " That someconsiderable time will elapse before the enthusiasm aroused by this revivaldies out among the patrons and lovers of the Drama-at-its-best is theprivate opinion, publicly expressed, of Yours, truly, "THE ONE MAN SEEN" INA BOX. P. S. --When _Diplomacy_ shall have accomplished its Hundred Nights, Mr. HAREcan announce its Scentenary. * * * * * A LAST STRAW. (_By One who has to Make Bricks with It. _) [". . . It is rumoured that a measure will shortly be introduced for transferring the duties of Revising Barristers to Magistrates. "] Go, tell the budding blooms they'll ne'er have dew more, Go, doom the summer trees to languish leafless-- A like effect this ultra-fiendish rumour Works in the drooping bosoms of the Briefless. No more Reviserships! No paltry pittance For Themis' harvesters, too often sheafless! Is this the Constitution, once Great Britain's; _This_, your provision for the meekly Briefless? As well proclaim to such as slave at Sessions, A world unburglarised and wholly thiefless, As rob the least rewarded of professions Of its ancestral comfort for the Briefless. What's to become of us?--I speak for many, Idle and "Unemployed, " but oh! not griefless; Please, please kind Government to spare a penny, Or yet Trafalgar Square shall rouse the Briefless. Yes! Don't imagine, uncomplaining creatures Are quite disorganised and limp, and chiefless; Our jaw is one of our most drastic features, And Art is long, though Life perforce be Briefless. * * * * * [Illustration: A REGULAR KNOUT AND KNOUTER!!!] * * * * * "'BEN' TROVATO. "--Odd that the French author of such truly Parisian storiesas _Coeur d'Actrice_, _L'Amour pour Rire_, _Flirtage_, and others _du mêmegenre_, should be named "TILLET. " There is a "du" before the Frenchauthor's name, and it is of course proverbial that even a certain person inthe Lower House shall have his "due. " 'Tis just this, that, as far as namegoes, differentiates him from t'other TILLET, "which his Christian name isBEN. " * * * * * Further Fall in Irish Stocks. (_Vide Daily Papers, Feb. 24, 1893. _) Though mongers of panic, with malice satanic, The credit of Ireland be troublin', Home Rule cannot shake her, nor severance break her, So long as her _capital's D(o)ublin_. ' * * * * * WEATHER FORECAST BY MRS. R. --"After this cold snowy weather, " she observed, oracularly, "we may expect what they call 'equally obnoxious gales. '" * * * * * [Illustration: HISTORY CONTRADICTS ITSELF. THE MISSES ROUNDABOUT THINK TIGHT SKIRTS A PREPOSTEROUS AND EXTRAVAGANTINVENTION, AND APPEAR AT MRS. WEASEL'S PARTY IN A SIMPLE AND ELEGANTATTIRE. [_Vide "Punch" for Nov. 21, 1857. _] * * * * * PUTTING IT PLEASANTLY. [Mr. FOWLER announced the Government's willingness to appoint "a small Commission" to consider how the City could be amalgamated with the rest of London. ] "Dilly, Dilly, come and be killed!" Cried good _Mrs. Bond_ to the ducks, in the story. Conceive with what rapture the victims were thrilled, And then picture the joy of our Turtle friends, filled With sweet premonitions of glory! No little testudinate triflers are these, Unmindful of doom unforbodingly playing. The cook's charming manners are likely to please, But the flash of that knife Snapping Turtles might freeze, 'Tis so strangely suggestive of--slaying. The civic Brer Terrapin certainly seems Extremely content with its time-honoured station. Our "young men" may dream highly optimist dreams, But Turtledom feareth what Turtledom deems The perils of--Unification! "No compulsion, of course, only, darlings, you must!" That's their reading _au fond_ of the C. C. Cook's attitude. "'Amalgamate' Us? Doosed cool, most unjust! Your offer inspires us with dismal distrust, Your 'Commission' won't move us to gratitude. "We love the traditions of Old London Town, We Turtles. Pray leave us alone, and don't bother! Amalgamate? Nay, on the notion we frown! Like the lion and lamb we'll together lie down---- When the one is safe inside the other!" Alack and alas! But the new _Mrs. Bond_ Means mischief, we fear, with her kind "Dilly, Dilly!" And well may the Turtles droop fins and despond. When the snug isolation of which they're so fond, They must part with at last, willy-nilly! * * * * * WAGES. (_A long way after Lord Tennyson. _) ["Lord WOLMER . . . Pointed out that Mr. GLADSTONE'S majority of forty would be wiped out if the 'paid mercenaries' of the Irish-American factions were withdrawn, or were even unable to keep up a steady attendance in the House of Commons. "--_The Times. _ "The proposed Bill to Provide for the Payment of Members of Parliament . . . Is a bold attempt to transfer to the tax-payers of Great Britain the burden of supporting at Westminster the Irish Nationalist Members. "--_Ibid. _] Glory of Irishman, glory of orator, going it strong, Paid by his countrymen's mites from across the Atlantic Sea-- Glory of PAT, to spout, to struggle, right Ireland's old wrong! Nay, but they aim not at glory, or Home Rule (swears WOLMER, swears he): Give 'em the glory of living on _us_ and our L. S. D. ! The wages of swells are high; if high wage to a Minister's just. Shall we have the heart low wages to hard-worked M. P. 's to deny? _Mercenaries?_ What then are those toffs in high places of trust, Who live on our golden largess? Will WOLMER inform us just why We _may_ give wages to Wealth, and _not_ unto Poverty? * * * * * "Down Among the Dead Men. " _Ebriosus loquitur_:-- Silly spook-hunters show a wish to learn If (_hic!_) departed spiritsh e'er return! _Did_ they, I should not have so dry a throttle, Nor would it cost so mush to--passh the bottle! Thersh no returning (_hic!_) of Spiritsh fled, And (_hic!_) "dead men"--_worsh luck!_--continue dead! * * * * * WANTED BADLY. --A "close time" for Autograph-hunting. Alas! the great--andeven the not-so-very-great--are "made game of" all the year round. * * * * * [Illustration: PUTTING IT PLEASANTLY! COUNTY COUNCIL COOK. "DILLY, DILLY, DILLY! COME AND BE--_AMALGAMATED_!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: A TRUSTY KNIGHT. _Tommy_ (_who has undertaken to escort his fair Cousin to see the Houndsdraw Covert_), "AND YOU KNOW YOU NEEDN'T MIND ALL THESE MEN. IT'S ALLRIGHT, AS YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER FELLOW WITH YOU. "] * * * * * MR. PUNCH'S CHILD'S GUIDE TO KNOWLEDGE. _Question. _ What is a holiday? _Answer. _ The hard work of that wearisome pursuit known as "pleasure. " _Q. _ To whom are holidays profitable? _A. _ To the butchers, the pastry-cooks, and last, but certainly not least, the doctors. _Q. _ What are the ends of holidays? _A. _ Pills and Bills. _Q. _ What are pills? _A. _ The means by which fortunes are made, and in another sense Clubs keptselect. _Q. _ And Bills? _A. _ Necessary evils laid on the table in the House of Commons, and throwninto the waste-paper basket in the domestic circle. _Q. _ What is Parliament? _A. _ An assembly of men in which hats are worn when the Members don't wantto talk, and removed when they wish to show what amount of brains they maypossess. _Q. _ What is a hat? _A. _ Generally a nuisance. _Q. _ What is cover? _A. _ The profit made by an Outside Broker out of his too confidingcustomers. _Q. _ What is the difference between an Outside Broker and an Inside Broker? _A. _ One is associated with the Stock Exchange, and the other is usuallymade comfortable with a pot of beer and a penny paper in the kitchen. _Q. _ What is a kitchen? _A. _ The source from which happiness or misery flows under thesuperintendence of a cook. _Q. _ Describe a cook. _A. _ As a food-preparer he, or she, is often an executioner. _Q. _ What is a century? _A. _ When obtained by a cricketer, an honour; when achieved by anindividual, a distinction that must be shortly followed by extinction. * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. --JOHN OLIVER HOBBES'S last contribution to FISHERUNWIN'S charming Pseudonym Library is well named _A Study in Temptations_. It is not in itself an attractive title, but it accurately indicates thestyle of the book. It is a study for a novel rather than an accomplishedwork. One expects, my Baronite says, that in some leisure time the authorwill come back and finish it. It is well worth the labour, being full ofliving characters. _Lady Warbeck_ in particular, is excellent, reminiscentof, and worthy of THACKERAY. The temptingly arranged pages glitter withshrewd thoughts admirably phrased. BARON DE B. -W. * * * * * NO DOUBT AS TO THE ANSWER. --In the list of "Noblemen and Gentlemen"(invidious distinction, by the way) attending the _Levée_ at St. James'sPalace, whose name would be always found?--Why that of "JAMES O. FORBES, _of Corse_. " * * * * * NEW (NORWEGIAN) NONSENSE VERSE. (_After seeing Ibsen's Dramas. _) There was a young female in Norway, Who fancied herself in a poor way, Because she felt that Her sweet sex was squeezed flat, As though caught in cold Destiny's doorway. This rebellious young woman of Norway Cried, "Man, in his coarse, brutal boor-way, Would wipe his big feet On my sex soft and sweet; But _I_'ll be no mere mat in Man's doorway!" And so this young woman of Norway Got IBSEN to write, in cock-sure way, Concerning her woes, And tip-tilted her nose, Crying, "_Now_ womankind will have more way!" But alas! this young woman of Norway _Still_ feels that her soul's in a poor way, Because, in a play, She won't charm (so they say) Or draw crowds through the theatre's doorway. * * * * * LATEST À PROPOS OF THE COVENT GARDEN FANCY DRESS BALLS. --"Of course, "observed Mrs. R. , "as ladies do not want to be recognised, they simply goin dummy noses. " * * * * * LEGAL QUERY. --When a leading Barrister gets someone to "devil" for him, maythe latter's occupation be correctly described as "devilry"? * * * * * [Illustration: "IL Y EN A TOUJOURS UN QUI AIME--ET L'AUTRE QUI TEND LAJOUE. " _He. _ "AH! YOU'D THINK A PRECIOUS LOT MORE OF ME, MATILDA, IF I WAS ONLYSIX FEET HIGH!" _She. _ "YES, DEAREST! BUT THEN YOU WOULDN'T THINK SUCH A PRECIOUS LOT OF_ME_!"] * * * * * AN ORLEANS PLUM. --Prince HENRI D'ORLÉANS (says the _Times_) has just beenrebuking the British people for the Chauvinism of their Oriental policy. Like the late M. MASSIE, whose shade he invokes, the young Prince seems toobject to us, not because we commit any specific acts of hostility, but"because we look on in a most aggravating fashion. " This is truly funny!One country may steal a--Tonkin, but another may not look over a boundary!Prince HENRY presents a peculiarly close parallel to KEENE'S infuriated(and incoherent) Paterfamilias, who angrily commanded his silent son "notto look at him in _that_ tone of voice!" * * * * * OPERA AND DISESTABLISHMENT. --_La Damnation de Faust_ was produced mostsuccessfully at the Theatre at Monte Carlo. According to some sternmoralists, who regard the Principality as a gambling-hell upon earth, thisparticular Opera was in a quite congenial atmosphere. Odd that in the twoPrincipalities, Monte Carlo and Wales, the objects for Disestablishmentshould be so diametrically opposite. In Wales it is the particular Church, and at Monte Carlo it is the not-at-all-particular t'other word, unmentionable twice in the same paragraph to ears polite. * * * * * NEW READING. --(_By a Musical Lady Latinist. _)--"Amor et melle et KELLIE estfecundissimus. " * * * * * ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M. P. _House of Commons, Monday, February 20. _--New Chairman to-day; dropped inin most casual way. Wondered to see MELLOR wandering about Library andcorridors at three o'clock in afternoon in full evening dress. "Going outto tea?" I asked, in my genial way. "Order! order!" said MELLOR; "the Hon. Member will please give notice ofthat question. " And he stalked off, trying to convey to the mind of hisastonished interlocutor as near an approach to back view of COURTNEY ascould be attained, without loan of late Chairman's famous summerpantaloons. Everything explained later. Soon as questions over, Mr. G. , rising andfixing glittering eye on SPEAKER, observed, "I beg to move that you, Sir, do now leave the Chair. " Strangers in Gallery pricked up their ears;thought SPEAKER been doing something, and was now in for it. Right Hon. Gentleman offered no defence, but meekly left Chair. Mr. G. Up again like ashot. "I beg to move that Mr. MELLOR do take the Chair, " he said. ThenMELLOR (fortuitously on spot in evening dress) stepped into Chair, wherethrough six Sessions, COURTNEY has sat ruling the whirlwind out of order, and riding on the storm. All done in moment. Before you knew where youwere, there was new Chairman of Committees proposing vote of £2, 000 forrearrangement of rooms in Houses of Parliament. ALPHEUS CLEOPHAS rose, withevident intent of wanting to know "about these rooms, " when irrepressibleMr. G. On his feet again. "I beg to move, " he said, addressing Chairman, "that you do report progress, and ask leave to sit again. " Rather hard this on MELLOR. Just got into Chair; beginning to feelcomfortable. Had proposed subject that might have agreeably occupiedCommittee for half an hour, when here comes the untameable, irresistible, peremptory Mr. G. , and bundles him off. At first some signs of inclinationto resist. New Chairman, having put question and declared it carried, should forthwith have stepped away from the table. MELLOR dropped intoChair again. A moment of embarrassment. COURTNEY, looking critically on form belowGangway, grimly smiled. Members under Gallery tittered. Clerk nudged newChairman in ribs. MELLOR sat on till, lifting his eyes, discovered Mr. G. Meaningly regarding him. Knew he'd be up again if he didn't go; so withpromising alacrity, hopped out of Chair, and disappeared from ken of House. "Well, I don't know, " said honest BILL CREMER. "Of course I don't hold withCOURTNEY'S goings-on in the political field, and he can scarcely haveexpected us to keep him on in a snug berth. But this I will say, themanners of the new Chairman may, so to speak, be more MELLOR, but, asChairman of Committees, COURTNEY'll be hard to beat. " _Business done. _--"Ban, ban, Caliban, got a new Premier, get a new man"--inChairman of Committees. _Tuesday. _--"The life of Her Majesty's Ministers, " said the GRAND YOUNGGARDNER, moodily contemplating his spats, "is not an entirely happy one. Ithink I may add that is peculiarly the case with the MINISTER forAGRICULTURE. I must say, if the language, be not regarded as tooflowery----" "The MINISTER for AGRICULTURE, " I said, desiring to put GARDNER at hisease, "would be fully justified in using cauliflowery language. " "Thank you. Then I'll say I go to bed with tuberculosis, and get up withHARRY CHAPLIN. The casual observer is, doubtless, aware that CHAPLIN has aneye. He sees it gleaming through the eyeglass. I feel it ever upon me. Itis no slight thing to have succeeded a statesman of the calibre of CHAPLIN. But when he persistently sits opposite you, critically observing all yourmovements with that air of supreme intelligence which more than hints that, as MINISTER for AGRICULTURE, he was personally acquainted with every one ofthe cattle on a thousand hills, it is an ordeal that calls into play allthe higher faculties of Man. As to the tuberculosis, it is always breakingout in unexpected places; people concerned insist upon regarding me aspersonally responsible for the visitation. " [Illustration: THE POLITICAL FANCY DRESS BALL AT COVENT GARDEN. ] "But, " I said, "you have your little holiday, Saturday to Monday, and getout to dinner on off-nights?" "No, " he sighed, "the MINISTER for AGRICULTURE has no off-nights; and if Igo to church at the seaside on a Sunday, the Church-warden in passing roundthe collection-plate, is sure to steal into my hand a telegram, announcinga fresh outbreak of tuberculosis. As to going out to dinner----" [Illustration: Harry'd H-rry Ch-pl-n, as he appeared when meditating onBimetallistic and Agricultural Distress. ] "Ministers, " CAUSTON here observed, "never dine out when the House issitting, unless commanded by the QUEEN, and Whips can't be spared even todine with HER MAJESTY. " "As to going out to dinner, " continued the GRAND YOUNG GARDNER, ignoringthe interruption of his genial colleague, "it is impossible. It was said, Ibelieve by one of themselves, 'The Guard dies, but never surrenders. ' I mayadd, the MINISTER for AGRICULTURE lunches but never dines. What wouldbecome of the Government if a division-bell rang and he was found out ofthe way? Now to-night, you would say, looking at the business, I might wellbe spared. We commence with KIMBER on disparities in the representation ofconstituencies. ROLLIT will follow in the interests of undersizedflat-fish. What has the MINISTER for AGRICULTURE to do with flat-fish ofwhatever size? you might ask. To the casual observer, nothing. But, lookingahead, as the responsibilities of my position make it necessary I shouldhabitually do, I recall the fact that sometimes the placid pilchard is castupon our shores in such quantities as to be carted away for manurialpurposes. I am not intimately acquainted with the pilchard. It is not likethe terrapin a land fish. I am not sure it is flat. Still I have a strongimpression it is undersized. Therefore it might come within the purview ofthe discussion on ROLLIT'S motion. MUNDELLA, as you say, is in charge ofthe debate, and I might comfortably go to dinner. But what does MUNDELLAknow of manure? No; the MINISTER for AGRICULTURE remains, and willdine, --if necessary die, at his post. " _Business done. _--8:10 P. M. , House Counted Out, whilst GRAND YOUNG GARDNERis explaining how it was he couldn't go out to dinner. [Illustration: "THE WESTMINSTER PLAY. " _Young Grandolphus_ (_in costume, with appropriate action_). "Hæc recinuntJuvenes dictata senesque!"] _Friday_, 12:30 A. M. --Storm subsided. Magnificent whilst it lasted. GRANDOLPH in fine form. Mr. G. , under his influence, renewed his youth likethe eagle. At same time, though Welsh Church may be doomed, supply of cabson night like this inadequate. Better be put in yard in good time. KENYONlingers on scene, still asking for Bill to be "taken _de die in diem_. " "Asif he were giving a prescription, " said WILFRID LAWSON, back from MansionHouse, where he has seen his portrait presented to Lady LAWSON. KENYON, with eye on Bishop of ST. ASAPH, up in Peers' Gallery, made desperateresistance to attack on Church. Bishop looked a little grave when KENYONdropped into metaphor. [Illustration: A FEATURE OF THE DEBATE. _M-nd-lla. _ À cause de mon nom suis-je "alien"? _J. L-wth-r_ (_heard but not seen_). Non, Monsieur! Mais vous _n'osez_ pasdire le contraire. ] "Bill like bagged fox, don't you know, " said KENYON, nodding confidentiallyto SPEAKER. "Meant to run any way you like. What I mean to say is--" andhere he turned for approval to Lord Bishop, consorting in Gallery with hisfighting Dean, "this fox is so tainted with insincerity, or aniseed, thatthe hounds may just as well shut up their noses, and have nothing to dowith it. " With this sage remark, and, something horribly like a wink at the Bishop, KENYON sat down. Up again later, when Closure moved. HICKS-BEACH, intemporary command of Opposition, deprecated resistance. But KENYON'S bloodup. With strong effort of self-restraint he stopped himself midway instentorian shout, "Yoicks!" dexterously turned the "Yo" into "No, " and sosaved himself from reproof of SPEAKER. Having got the "No!" he made most ofit. Nothing left but to clear House for Division. Members near entreatedKENYON to desist from further opposition. No use fighting Closure; onlymeant another Division and twenty minutes' prolongation of sitting. KENYON, with eye reverently fixed on Bishop, immovable. Others might falter on theway; might palter with the truth; might parlay with the enemy. KENYON wouldhave no compromise, no surrender. "Yoic----" he meant "No! no!" and heshouted it too. "Will the Hon. Member name another teller?" said the wary SPEAKER, whenHouse cleared for Division. KENYON, evidently still seeing the fox stealaway, Aniseed at the Helm and Insincerity at the Prow, almost stumbled onthe name "YOICKS!" Again stopped himself just in time, and looked forlornlyround; eye finally resting on Peers' Gallery. If only the Bishop could"tell" with him! That evidently out of order. Bishop belonged, to otherHouse. No one volunteering to stand with him in the breach, and two tellersbeing a necessary preliminary to Division, KENYON bent his head in silentgrief, and leave given to bring in Bill which ASQUITH remorselesslyadmitted was first step towards Disestablishment of Welsh Church. _Business done. _--Welsh Church Suspensory Bill read First Time, by majorityof 56, in excited House of 546 Members. _Friday Night. _--After the storm, the customary calm. Spent night indiscussing tempting themes of Local Taxation in London, and Superannuationof School-teachers. On latter subject that _preux Chevalier_, TEMPLE, laying down the lute, and leaving Amaryllis in the shade, deliveredluminous speech; convinced CHANCELLOR of the EXCHEQUER; made him promise tofork out. _Business done. _--Much of useful kind. * * * * * "SUPPOSITIOUS. "--"Well, " observed our old friend, who was discussing arecent case that had been headed "Romance in the Court of Chancery, " "thisall comes from bringing up a child that they pretended was their own. Imean what they call 'A Superstitious Child. '" * * * * * QUITE ANOTHER THING. --With reference to a recent burglary at Sir THOMASPIGOT'S, it is stated that "thieves were known to be in the neighbourhood, and the police have the matter in hand. " Wouldn't it be better if they hadthe thieves there? * * * * * NOTICE. --Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS. , PrintedMatter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will in no case bereturned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, or Wrapper. To this rule there will be no exception.