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Behind the rails separating the turf + from the paths, Orators, Preachers, and Reciters are + holding forth, for the delectation of small groups, who are + mostly engaged in discussing some totally different + subject. A set debate, with a time-limit, and a purely + ornamental Chairman, is in progress between a Parnellite + and an Anti-Parnellite. The reader will kindly imagine + himself to be passing slowly along the line.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>A Youthful Socialist</i> (<i>haranguing the usual crowd + of well-to-do loungers, and working himself up to the requisite + white-heat of factitious fury</i>). And what are these + Capitalists? I'll tell yer. Jest a lot o' greedy gobblers and + profit-mongering sharks, as eat up the smaller fry. And what + are <i>you</i>? Why, you're the small fish as eat mud—and + let yourselves <i>be</i> gobbled! (<i>The crowd accept this + definition of themselves with perfect gaiety and + good-humour.</i>) Some will tell yer that these lazy, idle + loafers, work as hard as what we do ourselves. (<i>Derisive + laughter at this ridiculous idea.</i>) Mind yer, I'm not saying + they don't. <i>Honly</i>, the 'arder they work, the worse it is + for us; because the more they work the more they <i>rob</i>! + That's what they send their sons to Oxford and to + Cambridge—as was built and endowed for the benefit of us, + the labourin' classes—for. They send 'em there to learn + <i>'ow to rob</i>!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Here a discussion breaks out between a</i> Sceptic + <i>and a</i> Spiritualist, <i>who, with half-a-dozen + interested auditors, have been putting their heads together + in a corner.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>The Sceptic</i>. No,—but keep to the + point,—you're shufflin' the question. I want to argue + this out on logical grounds. I know as well as <i>you</i> do + that, if only I 'ave 'armony and a round table in my family, I + can make that table dance the poker—but what I'm puttin' + to <i>you</i> is (<i>triumphantly</i>), 'ow does that prove to + me as I'm in communication with the Bogie Man? That's what + <i>you've</i> got to answer.</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:20%;"> + <a href="images/13.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/13.png" + alt="'Yer may sometimes hentertain a angel unawares!'" /> + </a>"Yer may sometimes hentertain a angel unawares!" + </div> + + <p><i>The Y.S.</i>. We Soshalists 'ate the Tories as we 'ate + sin. Why, young polertician as I ham, &c., &c.</p> + + <p><i>The Spiritualist</i> (<i>an elderly and earnest + person</i>). All I can reply to you is, we Spiritualists do not + think—we <i>know</i> that these phenomena + appear—yes, as surely as I know I am 'olding this stick + in my 'and.</p> + + <p><i>The Sceptic</i> (<i>pityingly</i>). There you go again, + yer see—that stick ain't the point. <i>I</i> can see the + stick. A stick ain't a phenomena—you're confusin' two + different things. Now I'm goin' to offer you a fair challenge. + You perdooce me a Spirit—not in a back room, with the + lights out, but <i>'ere</i>, in broad daylight, in this + Park—you get that Spirit to naturalise itself, or + whatever you call it, and I'll <i>believe</i> in 'im. Come, + now!</p> + + <p><i>A Bystander</i>. Ah, that's the way to corner <i>'is</i> + sort. 'E knows 'e carn't <i>do</i> it!</p> + + <p><i>The Spiritualist</i> (<i>with a smile of sad + superiority</i>). Ridicule ain't argyment.</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>The discussion continues.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>The Young Socialist</i>. Don't tork to me of Patriotism! + What have the likes of you and me got to be patriotic about? + I'm a Universalist, I am, and so long as a man rallies round + our glorious Red Flag (<i>here he waves a dingy scarlet rag on + a stick</i>), it's all one to me whether his own colour is + black, yeller, green, brown, <i>or</i> white!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Applause.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>Reciter Number One</i> (<i>in the midst of a thrilling + prose narrative about a certain</i> "'ARRY," <i>who has + apparently got into legal difficulties for having thrown a + cocoa-nut stick at a retired Colonel</i>). Well, I went into + the Court 'ouse, and there, sure enough, was my pore mate 'ARRY + in the dock, and there was hold Ginger-whiskers + (<i>laughter</i>) a setting on the bench along with the hother + beaks, lookin' biliouser, and pepperier, and more + happerplecticker nor ever! "Prison-ar," he sez, addressin' + 'ARRY (<i>imitation of the voice and manner of a retired + Colonel</i>), "Prison-ar, 'ave you—har—hanythink to + say in your beyarf—har?" And then, hall of a sudden, I + sor a flash come into my dear 'ole comride 'ARRY's heyes, as he + strightened 'imself in the dock, and gave the milingtery sloot, + and then, in a voice as sounded as true and sweet and clear as + a bell, he sez—</p> + + <p><i>A Dingy and Unprepossessing Preacher</i> + (<i>unctuously</i>). Well beloved friends, as I was telling + yer, I went 'ome to the 'ouse of that pious Methodist lady, and + she told me as 'ow she 'ad two dear unconverted sons, an' I + knelt down (<i>&c., &c.</i>), an' after that we 'ad our + tea, and then I preached a sermon—ah, I well remember I + took my tex from (<i>&c. &c.</i>)—an' then she + gave me supper (<i>more unctuously still</i>), as nice a bit o' + cold beef and 'ome-brewed ale as ever I wish to taste, and I + slep' that blessed night in a warm comfortable bed—and + this (<i>drawing the inevitable moral</i>) this brings me round + to what I started on, inasmuch as it proves (<i>with a + forbidding smile</i>) as 'ow yer may sometimes hentertain a + angel unawares!</p> + + <p><i>Reciter Number Two</i> (<i>giving his own private version + of "The Ticket of Leave Man."</i>) Fourpence 'ap'ny, Gentlemen, + is <i>not</i> a very 'arty nor corjial recognition of my + talent; <i>'owever</i>, I will now perceed with the Drarmer. + The Curtain rises upon the Second Hact. Hover three years 'ave + elapsed since <i>Robert Brierley</i>—(&c.) We are in + <i>May Hedwardses</i> lodgings. She is torkin to 'er goldfinch. + If you boys don't give over larkin' and stand back, you'll get + a cuff on some of your 'eds. "Goldie," she sez, "I've 'ad a + letter from <i>'Im</i> this morning!" And the bird puts his + little 'ed a one side, and a'most seems as if he compre'ended + 'er meanin'! <i>Mrs. Willoughby</i> is 'eard outside sayin', + "May I come in?" I will now hendeavour to give you a imitation + of <i>Mrs. Willoughby</i>.</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>He cocks his hat rather more on one side, to + indicate feminine garrulity, and continues.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>Anti-Parnellite Irishman</i> (<i>warmly</i>). Is it kape + to the point? Oi till that white-feeced an' black-hearrted + loiar, TIM MURPHY, that if he interrups me wance more whoile + o'im in possession o' the chair, oi'll step down an' call 'm to + orrder by landin' 'um a clump on the conk!</p> + + <p><i>Reciter Number Three</i> (<i>who is working his way + through a bloodcurdling poem, with a hat on the ground before + him</i>):—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And on came them maddened 'orses, with their foiery, + smokin' breath;</p> + + <p>As were bearin' the woman I lurved to a crule and + 'orrible death! [<i>Pathetically.</i></p> + + <p>'Ow could I save my darlin' from layin' a mangled + 'eap</p> + + <p>On the grorss below where the buttercups blow, along + of the innercent sheep!</p> + + <p>(<i>Wildly.</i>) I felt my brine was + reeling—I'adn't a minnit to lose! [<i>He strains + forward, in agony.</i></p> + + <p>With a stifled prayer, and a gasp for air, + I—</p> + </div> + </div> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Here he suddenly becomes aware of an overlooked + penny on the grass, and replaces it carefully in the hat + before proceeding.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>First Bystander</i> (<i>discussing Physical Courage with + a friend</i>). No, I never 'ad no pluck. I don't see the use of + it myself—on'y gits you into rows'. (<i>Candidly.</i>) + I'm a blanky coward, I am.</p> + + <p><i>His Friend</i> (<i>admiringly</i>). Give us yer 'and. Yer + can't be a blankier coward than <i>me</i>!</p> + + <p><i>The A.P.</i> (<i>with just pride</i>). Oi've been wan o' + the biggest libertines in this or anny other city in me + toime—there's no blagardhism oi'd have put beyant + me—but oi till ye this. If PARNELL was to come up to me + here, now, and ask me to sheek um by the hand, oi'd say, + "Shtand back, ye d——d scoundthrel!" Ah, oi would + <i>that</i>!</p> + + <p><i>Belated Orator</i> (<i>perorating to an embarrassed + stranger on a seat before him, under a muddled impression that + he is addressing a spell-bound multitude</i>). I tell + yer—yes, hevery man, and hevery woman among + yer—(<i>Here he bends forward, and touches his hearer's + right and left elbow impressively</i>) don't you go away under + the impression I'm talking of what I don't understan'! (<i>The + Stranger shifts his leg and looks another way</i>.) I speak + sense, don't I? <i>You</i> never 'eard nothin' like this afore, + <i>any</i> of yer, <i>'ave</i> yer? That's because I read + between the lines! (<i>Waving his arm wildly</i>.) An' I want + heach man and boy of you to 'member my words, and <i>hact</i> + upon them when the time comes!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Here he staggers off with a proud and exalted air, + to the immense relief of his hearer.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <p><i>A Professional Pietist</i> (<i>with a modest working + capital of one hymn and a nasal drone</i>). "My richest gynes" + ... (<i>To Charitable Passer</i>. A copper, Sir? bless your + kind 'art!) "I cayount" ... (<i>Examining it.</i> A bloomin' + French 'ap'ny!) ... "but loss; And pour contemp'" ... (Call + yerself a Christian gen'lman, yer—&c.) ... "on + a—a—ll my proide!"</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>(<i>Here the Reader will probably have had enough of + it.</i>)</p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + + <p>A REAL TREAT.—<i>Advice to + Covent-gardeners</i>.—If <i>Carmen</i> is to be done + again this season with the same cast as it had on Saturday + last, no one who cares for an exceptionally first-rate + performance should miss this opera-tunity. There is no better + representative of <i>Carmen</i> than Mlle. ZELIE DE + LUSSAN,—how can there be, since the Spanish Gipsy heroine + of the plot is herself a <i>Loose 'un</i>? Madame MELBA was + charming as <i>Mickie Ella</i>, the Irish girl in Spain. M. + LASSALLE appeared as <i>Escamillo</i>. the bull-fighter, in a + novel, and doubtless a correct, costume, and his great + <i>Toréador</i> song was vociferously encored. Then, finally, + JEAN DE RESKÉ, who made of the usually idiotic <i>Don José</i> + a fine acting as well as a fine singing part. It drew a big + house, and would have been a pretty dish to set before an + Emperor on Wednesday, if, on that occasion, the Opera itself + were the only consideration.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" + id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <h2>THE FIRE KING'S + ABDICATION.</h2><a href="images/14.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/14.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"My palate is parched with Pierian thirst,</p> + + <p class="i2">Away to Parnassus I'm beckoned."</p> + + <p>I sing of the glories of Fire King the + First!</p> + + <p class="i2">(Who's fit to be Fire King the + Second?)</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Captain EYRE MASSEY SHAW is a "Sovereign" + indeed,</p> + + <p class="i2">Abdicating? Alas! that too true + is;</p> + + <p>For he's a Fire King of a different breed</p> + + <p class="i2">From the Monarch described by MONK + LEWIS.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>No mere King of Flames, fiery-faced <i>à la</i> + SKELT,</p> + + <p class="i2">Inhabiting regions most torrid,</p> + + <p>With a breath that is warranted copper to + melt,</p> + + <p class="i2">And eyes indescribably horrid.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He hath not a blazing Bardolphian nose,</p> + + <p class="i2">He is not <i>flamboyant</i> or + furious;</p> + + <p>His Crown's a brass helmet, his Sceptre a + hose;</p> + + <p class="i2">True Fire King,—all others are + spurious.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>For he rules the flames; he has done so for + long;</p> + + <p class="i2">And now that he talks of + retiring,</p> + + <p>Men mourn for the fire-queller cautious and + strong,</p> + + <p class="i2">Whose reign they've so long been + admiring.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Clear-headed, cool Captain, great chief + M.F.B.,</p> + + <p class="i2">All London is sorry to lose you;</p> + + <p>As kindly as kingly, from prejudice free;</p> + + <p class="i2">No danger could daunt or confuse + you.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" + id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>As doffing your helmet, and dropping your + hose,</p> + + <p class="i2">You bid us farewell, we all own + you</p> + + <p>As one of Fiend Fire's most redoubtable + foes;</p> + + <p class="i2">As that thirty years we have known + you.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Our Big Boards might job, and our Big Wigs might + jaw,</p> + + <p class="i2">But, spite of their tricks and their + cackle,</p> + + <p>One Chief we could trust; we were sure that our + SHAW</p> + + <p class="i2">His duty would manfully tackle.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>So farewell, great Fire King! Your crown you lay + by;</p> + + <p class="i2">E'en you cannot lay by your + credit.</p> + + <p>Ignipotent Knight? Well, you ought to stand + high</p> + + <p class="i2">In the next Honour-List! <i>Punch</i> + has said it!</p> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>OFF TO MASHERLAND.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>By Our Own Grandolph.</i>)</h4> + + <h3>(SECOND LETTER.—B.)</h3> + + <h4><i>The Magnum Opus.</i></h4> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:50%;"> + <a href="images/15-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/15-1.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <p><i>À propos</i> of this heading, what a treasure a <i>Magnum + Opal</i> would be. This remark is only "by the way." My motto + is Business First, Play (on words) afterwards. So to work.</p> + + <p>I really think I shall take to Guide-book writing. + <i>Grandolph's Guides</i> would be immensely popular. I'm sure + I can do it—for upon my word I can do a'most anything if + I only buckle to. By the way, '<i>Buckle</i>' suggests history. + Can go in for "making history" when I've done this work. + WILLIAMS—not MONTAGU the Magistrate—(good title + this for something)—but my friend the Companionable + Captain —— is at work; when he has done, he reads + out a few descriptive paragraphs for my approbation, or the + contrary. When I nod it means that I like it; when I don't nod, + he has to wait till I do. I generally begin nodding about the + middle of the first paragraph.</p> + + <p>"Well," says he, the other day, quite suddenly, "I'm glad + you like it all so much."</p> + + <p>"Like all what?" I exclaimed, blowing the cigar-ash off my + pyjamas, and wondering to myself how I could have been so + absorbed in his reading aloud as to have let my half-smoked + havannah tumble on to the floor.</p> + + <p>"Why, all I've been reading to you for the last hour and a + half," returned the Captain, apparently somewhat annoyed; + peppery chap, the Captain,—'Curried' Captain when on + board Sir DONALD's boat,—but to resume. Says the Curried + Captain, still a bit annoyed, "You passed all the paragraphs, + one after the other, and whenever I stopped to ask you how you + liked it, you nodded."</p> + + <p>I didn't like to hurt the gallant scribe's feelings, but the + fact is that he, as a reader, has a very soothing-syrupy tone + and, I fancy, that in less than a quarter of an hour, judging + by the moiety of my cigar. I must have fallen fast asleep.</p> + + <p>"That's posted, is it?" I ask, evading further explanation. + "It is," he answers. "But I've got another lot—"</p> + + <p>"Good!" I interrupt him, rather abruptly I own, but, from + experience I say it, if I don't take myself when in the + humour—'on the hop,' so to speak, as they said of the + <i>scarabæus</i> in Kent—(trust <i>me</i> for natural + history and plenty of it)—I'm no use at all. Now at this + moment I am wide awake, a giant refreshed; so I light another + fragrant weed, and call for another cool drink, as I haven't + the smallest idea what became of the one I ordered when the + Gallant Graphist commenced reading; I rather suspect he 'put it + to his lips when so dispoged,' and that, in this instance also, + he mistook my nod for silent but emphatic encouragement.</p> + + <p>"Now," I say to the Amiable Amanuensis and Adaptable Author, + "you read your stuff aloud with emphasis and discretion, and + I'll chuck in the ornamental part. Excuse me, that's <i>my</i> + drink," I say, with an emphasis on the possessive pronoun, for + the Soldierly Scribe, in a moment of absorption, was about to + apply that process to my liquor. He apologises handsomely, and + commences his recital. In the absence of a gong,—one + ought never to travel without a gong,—I whack the + tea-tray with a paper-knife. "All in to begin!"</p> + + <p>"<i>The mail train</i>," &c., &c. I make my notes, + and remark that MURRAY and BRADSHAW lost a great chance in not + having long ago secured the services of the Corresponding + Captain. "<i>The railroad passes through mountain scenery of + exceptional</i>," &c., &c. BRADSHAW and MURRAY, not to + mention BAEDEKER and BLACK, absolutely not in it with the + Wandering Warrior. "<i>About thirty miles from Cape + Town</i>"—</p> + + <h4>A SIMPLE SUGGESTION.</h4> + + <p>I stop him at this point. "Couldn't we have a song + here?"</p> + + <p>"Why?" asks the Simple Soldier, glaring at me, and pulling + his moustache.</p> + + <p>"Just to lighten it up a bit," I explain. "You see 'About + thirty miles' and so forth, suggests the old song of <i>Within + a Mile of Edinboro' Town</i>."</p> + + <p>"Don't see it," says the Virtuous Veteran, stolidly.</p> + + <p>"Well, I'll make a note of it," and I add pleasantly, as is + my way, "if it's a song, I'll make <i>several notes</i> of + it."</p> + + <p>"Um!" growls the Severe Soldier, and once again I defeat him + in an attempt at surprising my outpost, <i>i.e.</i>, my tumbler + of cool drink. He apologises gruffly but politely, and then + continues his reading.</p> + + <h4>ON WE GOES AGAIN.</h4> + + <p>He continues to read about "<i>distances," "so many feet + above sea-levels," "engineering skill</i>," &c., &c., + which I observe to him will all make capital padding for a + guide-book, when I am suddenly struck by the sound of the word + I had just used, <i>viz.</i>, 'padding.'</p> + + <h4>PADDINGTON.</h4> + + <p>"By Jove!" I exclaim.</p> + + <p>"What is it?" asks the Confused Captain, looking up from his + MS.</p> + + <p>"'Padding,'" I reply—"Only add a 'ton' to it, and that + will give it just the weight I require. Don't you see?" I ask + him, impetuously. But he merely shakes his head, and lugs at + his moustache. I explain the idea, as if it were a charade. I + say, "The whole notion is 'padding—ton.' See?"</p> + + <p>The Ruminating Reader thinks it won't do. "Yes it will," I + urge—"it will lighten it up. Who wants statistics without + anecdote? Now for an anecdote; and I knock one off, <i>sur le + champ</i>, about the engine-driver, the stoker, and several + other persons, all on the look-out for promotion, informing me + of their being <i>Paddington men of considerable political + influence at home</i>. The Cautious Captain accepts the + anecdote, interpolates it, and after I have called for and + imbibed another tumbler of 'my own partik,' and lighted another + cigar, the Conscientious Captain resumes his + entertainment."</p> + + <h4>NO PIANO.</h4> + + <p>He reads on. Another drink, just to rivet my attention. Will + he take something? No? Then <i>I</i> will. His health, and + song—I mean 'treatise,' or whatever he calls it—say + 'lecture.' Wish we'd had a piano. Never will travel without one + again. <i>Mem.</i>—Gong and piano. I don't pretend to be + a thorough musician, but as a one-fingered player I'd give Sir + CHARLES HALLÉ odds and beat him. Now then—let's see where + were we. Another tumbler iced. Good. <i>Allez!</i> Captain, go + ahead!</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:20%;"> + <a href="images/15-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/15-2.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <p>Somehow or another, after this—that is, I can only + time it by the fact of my having called for a fourth or fifth + glass of iced drink, or it may have been my half-dozenth, for + time does fly so,—the Captain having, I suspect, drank + the greater part of the previous one whenever I didn't happen + to be looking that way—I begin to think I must have once + more given my assent by nodding to a lot of stuff of which I + could not nave heard more than three pages, as, when I arouse + myself from my reverie, the tumbler is empty, the Captain has + gone out, and so has my cigar.</p> + + <h4>AWAY! AWAY!</h4> + + <p>"Action is the word!" said I, suddenly jumping up; and, + having seized a spade, and provided myself with a large sack, + which I carried across my shoulders, I set off for the + diamond-fields. Unrecognised by a soul, I went to work on my + own account; <span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" + id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> and the brilliant things I + saw—far more brilliant than even the witticisms of + WOLFFY, or the sarcasms of ARTHUR B! Into my sack go + thousands of diamonds! The sack is full! <i>Aladdin</i> and + the Lamp not in it with me! "Hallo!" shouts a voice, + gruffly. I could see no one. "<i>Vox et præterea nil</i>," + as we used to say at Eton. Suddenly I felt myself collared. + I made a gallant attempt at resistance. A spade is a spade I + know, but what is a spade and one against twenty with + pistols and daggers, headed by the redoubtable + Filliblusterer THOMAS TIDDLER himself? "Strip him!" said + T.T., shortly.</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:50%;"> + <a href="images/16-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/16-1.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <p>Will you believe that the only way in which in this country + they arrive at implicitly believing every word you utter, is by + denuding you of all your clothes, so as to get at the naked + truth, holding you up by the heels for the purpose of shaking + the diamonds out of you, in case any are concealed in your + hair, mouth, ears, eyes and so forth.</p> + + <p>"He has diamonds on the brain!" I hear some ruffian exclaim, + and in another second—</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Well—what happened I cannot tell you: I must have + fainted. When I came to myself I was lying by the chair in + which I had been previously sitting when listening to the + Captain's reading, and bending over me with a glass of water in + his hand, was the faithful and clever Doctor whose + companionship on this voyage of discovery I am daily and hourly + learning to appreciate at its proper value. I fancy the ship's + crew were round about me, with the Engineer and the Chaplain. I + feel inclined to say, "HARDY, HARDY, kiss me, HARDY!" and then + something about "Tell them at home"—but the words stick + in my throat, as they did in <i>Macbeth's</i> throat (only they + were other words) when he was on his throat-sticking + expedition. (Little Shakspearian reference thrown in here, and + no extra charge.)</p> + + <p>"How many of these has he had?" I hear the Doctor say, and I + perceived that he was holding up an empty tumbler. I should + like to explain that, as we were engaged in composition, there + had been 'composing draughts.' I fancy I caught the tone of the + Clever Captain's voice in reply, but the next minute I felt + myself being lifted up and carried off. I wished to tell them + of my strange adventure, and how I had barely escaped with my + life, but somehow drowsiness overcame me, and I must have + fallen asleep.</p> + + <h4>BUSINESS AS BEFORE.</h4> + + <p>To-day I sit down to write out this strange story. Once I + asked the Cautious Captain and the Doubting Doctor "if they had + seen anything of my pickaxe and the sack of diamonds." But they + only smiled at one another, elevated their eyebrows, then + winked, and laughed.</p> + + <p>What is their little game?</p> + + <p>No matter. I will lie low. My motto is "Diamonds are + trumps." I'm not here as <i>Aladdin</i> for nothing. "Aha!" as + the old melodramatic villain used to say, "a time will come! No + mattar!"</p> + + <h4>RATHER CURRIE-OUS!</h4> + + <p>I don't know whether it is owing to my voyage in a DONALD + CURRIE steamer—'twas the first opportunity that ever I + had of tasting a DONALD CURRIE, and excellent it is, as of + course, was all our "board" on board—(send this joke to + WOLFFY—he'll work it up and make a real <i>impromptu</i> + sparkler of it—and I don't grudge him the <i>kudos</i> of + it, not one little bit)—or to the change of air, but I am + bound to say openly that I do think the G.O.M. has been right + about most things, especially about Majuba (who was <i>Pa</i> + JUBA? Send this to DRUMMY WOLFFY), and—well, I shall have + more to say on this subject. If this meets the eye of any + friendly person, will he kindly remember me to my Uncle? + Thanks. That's the ticket. More anon. + <a href="images/16-2.png"><img class="inline" + src="images/16-2.png" + width="50%" + alt="(Signature) Grandolph the Explorer." /></a></p> + <hr /> + + <h2>ROBERT ON THE HEMPERER'S WISIT TO THE CITY.</h2> + + <p>The pore owerworked Committee has gone and got thereselves + into a nice mess, and all by their kindness in wanting to let + as many people as possibel see the grate show on Friday. They + has acshally bin and ordered a grate bilding with rows of + seats, out in Gildhall Yard, enuff to hold about a thousand + Ladies and Gentlemen, all in their best close, with capital + views of ewerybody and ewerythink, and now they are told that + it won't be posserbel not to give em nothing to heat or to + drink, tho' they must set there quite quiet for at least three + hours! I wunder what they will all think of Copperashun + Horspitality after that!</p> + + <p>I'm told as one werry respectable but ancient Deputy + acshally surgested, that after the Hemperer and Hempress and + their sweet had all gone home, all the whole thousand starving + wisitors should be turned into Gildhall and allowed to eat and + drink all the fragments as was left. Yes, Mr. Deputy, all wery + kind and thortful of you as regards the harf-starved wisitors, + but how about us Waiters? You, with all your experience, + ewidentally don't know the wally of what such eminent Swells as + Hemperers and Hempresses leaves on their plates, and the + skrambel for 'em drectly as they leaves. Why, I have acshally + seen with my own estonished eyes, a lady, after enquiring of me + which chair a sutten elustreous person had set in, stoop down + and kiss its harm, wich was nex to kissin <i>his</i> hand, and + then give harf-a-crown for harf a happel as was left on the + plate! Ah, that's what I calls true loyalty, and werry much it + is admired by all of us.</p> + + <p>I hunderstands as the Government, wanting to estonish the + Hemperer, has lent the City a reglar army of troops to stand on + both sides of the Streets from Buckinham Pallis all the way to + Gildhall. And in case the estonishing site shood make him feel + just a leetle dazed, the jolly old Copperashun has bin and gone + and hired no less than three Millingterry Bands of Music to + play to him, and cheer him up.</p> + + <p>There was a talk of engaging all the many German Bands, as + makes our streets so musical, to give the Hemperer a serrynade + at Lunch; but Mr. WEST HILL, of the Gildhall Skool of Music, + thort it might be too much for His Madjesty's feelinx, so the + highdear was given up. I werily bleeves that of all the many + anxious buzzoms as is a beating with suppressed emotion for + next Friday, the carmest and the all serenest of the lot is + that of ROBERT.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>"A BOOK OF BURLESQUE."</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>A volume most welcome on table or desk</p> + + <p>Is DAVENPORT ADAMS's <i>Book of Burlesque</i>.</p> + + <p>He deals with the subject from earliest days,</p> + + <p>To modern examples and Gaiety plays.</p> + + <p>We've extracts from PLANCHÉ and GILBERT to hand,</p> + + <p>With puns ta'en from BYRON and jokes from + BURNAND.</p> + + <p>There's fun at your asking wherever you look,</p> + + <p>And not a dull page you'll declare in the book.</p> + + <p>You'll find it delightful, for no one Macadams</p> + + <p>The road of the reader like DAVENPORT ADAMS.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>LIBERTY AND LICENCE.—It is said that <i>The Maske of + Flowers</i> would never have drawn gold on Monday last to the + coffers of that excellent charity, the Convalescent Home at + Westgate-on-Sea had not one of the Prominent Performers + consented to become the responsible and actual Manager of the + "Theatre Royal, Inner Temple." By the terms of his licence he + was bound, amongst other things, to see that no smoking was + permitted in the auditorium, no exhibition of wild beasts was + allowed on the premises, and no hanging took place from the + flies. It is satisfactory to learn (that, in spite of many + Benchers being present) none of these wholesome regulations + were infringed. It is true that the Music of the <i>Maske</i> + was duly executed, but then this painful operation was + conducted (by Mr. PRENDERGAST) from the floor of the building, + and not from its roof. Thus the orders of the LORD CHAMBERLAIN + were strictly observed by a Barrister, who can now claim to + have been Manager of a genuine Temple of the Drama.</p> + <hr /> + + <p>A REMINDER.—Mr. EDMUND B.V. CHRISTIAN, in <i>Baily's + Magazine</i>, quoted by the <i>P.M.G.</i> last Thursday, + complains "that cricket, the most popular of games, fills so + small a space in literature." Does he forget that CHARLES + DICKENS devoted one entire Christmas Book to <i>The Cricket on + the Hearth</i>?</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page17" + id="page17"></a>[pg 17]</span> + + <h2>LETTERS TO ABSTRACTIONS.</h2> + + <h3>No. I.—TO SOCIAL AMBITION.</h3> + + <p>DEAR SIR, OR MADAM,</p> + + <p>I trust you will observe and appreciate the discreet + ambiguity of style with which I have chosen to address you. I + may assure you at once that I have done this not without + considerable thought. For, though I have often watched you in + the exercise of your energies, I have never yet been able to + satisfy myself as to whether I ought to class you amongst our + rougher sex, or include you in the ranks of those who wear high + heels, and very low dresses. Sometimes you fix your place of + business in a breast adequately covered by a stiff and shining + shirt-front and a well-cut waistcoat. Sometimes you inhabit the + expansive bosom of a matron. Nor do you confine yourself to one + class alone out of the many that go to the composition of our + social life. You have impelled grocers to ludicrous pitches of + absurdity; you have driven the wife of a working-man to + distraction because her neighbour's front room possesses a more + expensive carpet, of a sprucer pattern than her own. Clerks + have suffered acutely from your stings, and actresses have + spent many a sleepless night under your malign influence. You + have tortured Dukes on the peaks of gracious splendour where + they sit enthroned as far above common mortals as they ought to + be above the common feeling of envy; and you have caused even + Queens to writhe because there happened to be a few stray + Empresses in the world.</p> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:40%;"> + <a href="images/17.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/17.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <p>On the whole, then, I think I do wisely in leaving the + question of your sex a doubtful one. You would wish it so left + yourself, otherwise so powerful a personality as yours would, I + am certain, have revealed itself with greater clearness to an + honest investigator, such as I humbly trust I have proved + myself. But, be that as it may, I can assert with perfect + confidence that you are no respecter of persons, though it + must, in fairness, be added, that one of your chief functions + seems to be to implant an exaggerated respect and admiration of + others in the minds of your victims. In saying this I praise + your impartiality, while I hint a dislike of your ordinary + methods. Not that I have any hope of causing you to desist. For + to desist would be to cease to exist, and I cannot fairly + expect you to commit suicide, however much I may desire it. + Moreover, your subjects—for, to be candid, you are a + despot—seem to like you. You minister so craftily to + their self-esteem, you flatter their vanity with an adroitness + so remarkable, that, after a few feeble struggles, they resign + themselves, body and soul, to your thrall. Even then you + proceed warily. Your first labour is to collect, with patient + care, all the little elements of dissatisfaction that are + latent in every nature, and to blend them with the petty + disappointments to which even the best of us are liable. The + material thus obtained you temper with intentions that seem to + be good, and eventually you forge out of it a weapon of + marvellous point and sharpness, with which you mercilessly goad + your victims along the path that leads to ridicule and + disaster.</p> + + <p>Let me take an instance which I am sure you will remember. + When I first met little DABCHICK, I thought I had never seen a + happier mortal. He was clever, good-natured, and sprightly. He + sold tea somewhere in Mincing Lane, and on the proceeds of his + sales he managed to support a wife and two pleasant children in + reasonable comfort at Balham. Mrs. DABCHICK could not be + accused by her best friends of over-refinement, but everybody + agreed that she was just the homely, comfortable, housewifely + person who would always make DABCHICK happy, and be a good and + careful mother to his children. Often in the old days when I + came down to Balham and took pot-luck with DABCHICK, while Mrs. + DABCHICK beamed serenity and middle-class satisfaction upon me + from the other end of the table, and the juvenile JOHNNY + DABCHICK recited in a piping treble one of Mr. GEORGE R. SIMS's + most moving pieces for our entertainment, often, I say, have I + envied the simple happiness of that family, and gone back to my + bachelor chambers with an increased sense of dissatisfaction. + Why, I thought to myself, had fate denied to me the peaceful + domesticity of the DABCHICKS? I was as good a man as DABCHICK, + probably, if the truth were known, a better than he. Yet there + he was with a good wife, an agreeable family, and a comfortable + income to compensate him for his extravagance with the letter + h, while I had to toil and moil in solitary gloom.</p> + + <p>Now, however, all is changed. In an evil moment for himself, + DABCHICK speculated largely and successfully in the Gold Trust + of Guatemala. In a very short time his income was multiplied by + ten. The usual results followed. The happy home in Balham was + given up. "People about here," said DABCHICK, "are such poor + snobs"—and a more ornate mansion in South Kensington was + taken in its stead. The old friends and the old habits were + dropped. JOHNNY DABCHICK was sent to Eton with an immoderate + allowance of pocket-money, and was promptly christened "PEKOE" + by his schoolfellows. Mrs. DABCHICK rides in a huge landau with + blue wheels, and leaves cards on the fringes of the + aristocracy. DABCHICK himself aspires to Parliament, and never + keeps the same circle of friends for more than about six + months. He knows one shady Viscount to whom rumour asserts that + he has lent immense sums of Guatemalan money, and the approach + of a Marquis makes him palpitate with emotion. But he is a + profoundly miserable man. Of that I am assured. It amuses me + when I meet him in pompous society to address him lightly as + "DAB," and remind him of the dear old Balham days, and the huge + amount of bird's-eye we used to smoke together. For his motto + now is, "<i>Delenda est Balhamia</i>"—I speak of course + figuratively—and half-crown havannahs have usurped the + place of the honest briar. I know the poor wretch is making up + his mind to cut me, but I must bear it as best I may.</p> + + <p>Now, my dear Sir or Madam, for this melancholy deterioration + in the DABCHICKS you are entirely responsible. I am saddened as + I contemplate it, and I appeal to you. Scarify Dukes and + Duchesses, make vain and useless social prigs as miserable as + you like, but leave the DABCHICKS of this world alone. They are + simple folk, and really I cannot think that the game is worth + the candle.</p> + + <p>Believe me to be, your obedient servant,</p> + + <p class="author">DIOGENES ROBINSON.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>BROADLY SPEAKING.</h2> + + <p>Advised by friend to try Norfolk Broads for holiday. Oulton + Broad, Wroxham Broad, Fritton Decoy (curious name!), Yare, + Waveney, and no end of other rivers. Yachting, shooting, + fishing, pretty scenery, divine air, he says. Have come down to + Yarmouth for a start.</p> + + <p>Up the Bure in a yacht, and into river Thurne. All right so + far. Fish scarce. My pilot says, "wait till I get to Hickling + Broad. <i>Full</i> of bream and roach." I agree to wait.</p> + + <p>In Hickling Broad. Surprised to find notice-boards up all + round saying, "sailing" is prohibited in the Broad, also + fishing and shooting! "What's the meaning of this?" I ask + pilot. He says, "it's all the doings of the Lord of the Manor." + Wants to keep the Broad free from tourists. He certainly does + it "as to the Manor born." Quite a village autocrat. Shall I be + the "Village HAMPDEN?" I will.</p> + + <p>Fishing. Several men on bank shouting at me. One comes off + in a boat and serves me with a summons. This might almost be + called a Broad hint to go away! But I don't go. I stop and + fish. Another man comes off in boat and threatens me with + action "on behalf of riparian owners." Tell him "ripe-pear-ian + season isn't till Autumn, and I shall wait here till then." He + doesn't see the joke—perhaps too broad for him.</p> + + <p>Other yachtsmen, we hear, have been stopped, and threatened. + Yachtsmen up in arms generally. Savage artists wander along + banks, denouncing Lord of Manor of Hickling. Say they have + "right of way" along banks (sounds as if they were Railway + Guards). Hear that Lord of Manor is going to put a gunboat on + Broad, also torpedoes. Hear, also, that Wroxham Broad—one + of the biggest—is to be closed in same way.</p> + + <p>Disgusted at such inhospitality. Back to Yarmouth. Give up + yacht, and decide to go to Switzerland instead. Find Yarmouth + yacht-owners furious with Hickling's Lord of Bad Manners. Say + "closing the Broads will ruin them." Very likely, but it'll + help the foreign hotel-keeper. Glad to see they've started a + "Norfolk Broads Protection Society," subscriptions to be sent + to Lloyd's Bank. "I know a Bank"—and all lovers of + natural scenery and popular rights ought to know it too, and + help in giving the Hickling obstructionist a "heckling," when + he takes the matter (also the Manor) into Court.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page18" + id="page18"></a>[pg 18]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:70%;"> + <a href="images/18.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/18.png" + alt="INANITIES OF THE DRAWING-ROOM." /></a> + + <h3>INANITIES OF THE DRAWING-ROOM.</h3> + + <p>"SEEN THE <i>ENFANT PRODIGUE</i>, MR. SOFTEY?"</p> + + <p>"NO; WAITING TILL THEY DO IT IN <i>ENGLISH</i>!"</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>A TRIPLE ALLIANCE.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>A Scene of To-day, in a Shakspearian Setting.</i>)</h4> + + <p><i>Mr. Punch</i>. "How now, my hearts! Did you never see the + picture of '<i>We Three</i>?'"</p> + + <p><i>Emperor</i>. Marry, forfend, <i>Mr. Punch</i>! Well + quoted indeed, and, pertinently, from the Swan! "A mellifluous, + voice, as I am a true Knight!" But talk not of things triune + too openly, lest quidnuncs overhear, and L-B-CH-RE devise + thereanent fresh heckling interrogations for the Treasury + Bench.</p> + + <p><i>Mr. Punch</i>. Nay, Kaiser; 'tis not the actual Triple, + but the conceivable Quadruple, that perturbs the importunates. + <i>We</i> Three form an informal but fast-knit trinity, that + can offend none but churls, and affright none but dullards. + Peace, Goodfellowship, Wit! By my bauble, a triad that + PYTHAGORAS himself might have favoured! Talking of Threes, + Kaiser, it's your third visit to us—and, believe me, you + are thrice welcome.</p> + + <p><i>Emperor</i>. "Yea, and I thank your pretty sweet wit for + it. But look you, pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at + home" (as <i>Jack Falstaff</i> put it), that—you gird not + too suspiciously at those who would fain embrace her + abroad!</p> + + <p><i>Mr. Punch</i>. Well quoted, Sir, though not directed to + <i>mine</i> address. But "A good wit will make use of anything. + I will turn diseases to commodity." Two diseases of the time + are, faction and fussiness—the one a fever, the other a + prurigo. The one makes little of greatness, the other makes + much of littleness. You have been the mark of both, young + Hohenzollern!</p> + + <p><i>Emperor</i>. "An't please you, it is the disease of not + listening, the malady of not marking, that <i>I</i> am troubled + withal."</p> + + <p><i>Mr. Punch</i>. <i>Falstaff</i> again, and pertinently + applied. Fitly did the Fat Knight say that he was not only + witty himself, but the cause that wit is in other men.</p> + + <p><i>Prince</i>. By cock and pye, + <i>Poins</i>,—<i>Punch</i> I mean—am <i>I</i> to be + out of this tournament of tags, this joust of quotations? + Marry, not so!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Grasps the</i> EMPEROR's <i>hand cordially.</i></p> + </blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The Prince of WALES doth join with all the + world</p> + + <p>In praise of—Kaiser WILHELM; by my hopes,</p> + + <p>I do not think a braver gentleman,</p> + + <p>More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,</p> + + <p>More daring, or more bold, is now alive</p> + + <p>To grace this latter age with noble deeds."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p><i>Mr. Punch</i>. Bravo! "Delivered with good respect." Your + Royal Highness has fairly capped us! <i>Harry Monmouth</i>, + KAISER, could not more fitly have</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Trimmed up your praises with a princely tongue;</p> + + <p>Spoke your deserving like a chronicle."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>and <i>Harry Hotspur</i> less deserved the praise.</p> + + <p><i>Emperor</i>. "I will imitate the honourable Romans in + brevity." I can but thank you both! (<i>To the</i> PRINCE.)</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"By heavens, I cannot flatter; I defy</p> + + <p>The tongues of soothers; but a braver place</p> + + <p>In my heart's love hath no man than yourself."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p><i>Mr. Punch</i>. That's as it should be. If 'twere not + always wholly so—but no matter! I love not to speak in + needless or heedless dispraise of dignities, of "Shouting + Emperors," or "Madcap Princes," but rather—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"As in reproof of many tales devised,—</p> + + <p>Which oft the ear of greatness needs must + hear,—</p> + + <p>By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Sweet WILLIAM (of Avon, <i>bien entendu</i>), hath armed us + in advance against even the latest developments of the + detestable. The "base newsmongers" of the day are to be shunned + as carefully as the "smiling pick-thanks." They would set + strife between the two sides of a sixpence or a sovereign. In + vain, let us hope! Than that Uncle should admire Nephew, and + Nephew respect Uncle, who could wish more or better—for + both? We Three!!! My Emperors and Heirs-Apparents, pray charge + your glasses! Something <i>like</i> a Triple Alliance! A + Veritable League of Peace! Kaiser; at least this is as pleasant + as the proceedings on board the <i>Cobra</i> during her passage + down the Elbe, <i>n'est-ce pas</i>? No formal appending of + Statecraft's Scarlet Seals, or scrawly Imperial Signs-manual + need we for our Amicable Treaty. A handclasp and a Loving-cup + shall suffice us for marking the happy accord of + Peace—Goodfellowship—Mirth!!! These be verily the + "Central Powers," which RUDINI <i>might</i> have referred to + when he said,—"Our Alliance, firmly and sincerely + maintained, will assure the Peace of Europe for a long time to + come." So mote it be! Let us toast them—in a Bumper!</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>[<i>Left doing so.</i></p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" + id="page19"></a>[pg 19]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/19.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/19.png" + alt="A TRIPLE ALLIANCE." /></a> + + <h3>A TRIPLE ALLIANCE.</h3> + + <p>"THE PRINCE OF WALES DOTH JOIN WITH ALL THE WORLD IN + PRAISE OF—KAISER WILHELM; BY MY HOPES, I DO NOT THINK + A BRAVER GENTLEMAN,</p> + + <p>"MORE ACTIVE-VALIANT, OR MORE VALIANT-YOUNG, MORE + DARING, OR MORE BOLD, IS NOW ALIVE TO GRACE THIS LATTER AGE + WITH NOBLE DEEDS."</p> + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page21" + id="page21"></a>[pg 21]</span> + + <h2>HENLEY REGATTA.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>By Mr. Punch's Own Oarsman.</i>)</h4> + + <p>Sir,—This letter is private and is not intended for + publication. I particularly beg that you will note this, as on + a former occasion some remarks of mine, which were intended + only for your private eye, were printed. I of course accepted + your assurance that no offence was meant, and that the + oversight was due to a person whose services had since the + occurrence been dispensed with; but I look to you to take care + that it shall not happen again. Otherwise the mutual confidence + that should always exist between an editor and his staff cannot + possibly be maintained, and I shall have to transfer my + invaluable services to some other paper. The notes and + prognostications which I have laboriously compiled with regard + to the final results of the Regatta will arrive by the next + post, and will, I flatter myself, be found to be + extraordinarily accurate, besides being written in that vivid + and picturesque style which has made my contributions famous + throughout the civilised world.</p> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:20%;"> + <a href="images/21-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/21-1.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <p>There are one or two little matters about which I honestly + desire to have your opinion. You know perfectly well that I was + by no means anxious for the position of aquatic reporter. In + vain I pointed out to you that my experience of the river was + entirely limited to an occasional trip by steamboat from + Charing Cross to Gravesend. You said that was an amply + sufficient qualification, and that no aquatic reporter who + respected himself and his readers, had ever so far degraded + himself as to row in a boat and to place his body in any of the + absurd positions which modern oarsmanship demands. Finding you + were inexorable, and knowing your ridiculously hasty temper, I + consented finally to undertake the arduous duties. These + circumstances, however, make it essential that you should give + me advice when I require it. For obvious reasons I don't much + like to ask any of the rowing men here any questions. They are + mostly in what they call hard training, which means, I fancy, a + condition of high irritability. Their strokes may be long, but + their tempers are, I regret to say, painfully short. Besides, + to be candid, I don't wish to show the least trace of + ignorance. My position demands that I should be omniscient, and + omniscient, to all outward appearance, I shall remain.</p> + + <p>In the first place what is a "lightship?" As I travelled + down to Henley I read in one of the newspapers that "practice + for the Royal Regatta was now in full swing, and that the river + was dotted with lightships of every description." I remember + some years ago passing a very pleasant half hour on board of a + lightship moored in the neighbourhood of Broadstairs. The rum + was excellent. I looked forward with a lively pleasure to + repeating the experience at Henley. As soon as I arrived, + therefore, I put on my yachting cap (white, with a gold anchor + embroidered in front), hired a boat and a small boy, and + directed him to row me immediately to one of the lightships. I + spent at least two hours on the river in company with that + boy—a very impudent little fellow,—but owing no + doubt to his stupidity, I failed to find a single vessel which + could be fairly described as a lightship. Finally the boy said + they had all been sunk in yesterday's great storm, and with + that inadequate explanation I was forced to content myself. But + there is a mystery about this. Please explain it.</p> + + <p>Secondly, I see placards and advertisements all over the + place announcing that "the Stewards Stand." Now this fairly + beats me. Why should the stewards stand? They are presumably + men of a certain age, some of them must be of a certain + corpulence, and it seems to me a refinement of cruelty that + these faithful officials, of whom, I believe, the respected + Mayor of Henley is one, should be compelled to refrain from + seats during the whole of the Regatta. It may be necessary for + them to set an example of true British endurance to the crowds + who attend the Regatta, but in that case surely they ought to + be paid for the performance of their duties.</p> + + <p>Thirdly, I have heard a good deal of talk about the + Visitors' Cup. Being anxious to test its merits, I went to one + of the principal hotels here, and ordered the waiter to bring + me a quart of Visitors' Cup, and to be careful to ice it well. + He seemed puzzled, but went away to execute my orders. After an + absence of ten minutes he returned, and informed me, with the + Manager's compliments, that they could not provide me with what + I wanted, but that their Champagne-cup was excellent. I gave + the fellow a look, and departed. Perhaps this is only another + example of the asinine and anserous dunderheadedness of these + crass provincials. Kindly reply, <i>by wire</i>, about all the + three points I have mentioned.</p> + + <p>I have been here for a week, but have, as yet, not been + fortunate enough to see any crews. Indeed, I doubt if there are + any here. A good many maniacs disport themselves every day in + rickety things which look something like gigantic needles, and + other people have been riding along the bank, and, very + naturally, abusing them loudly for their foolhardy + recklessness. But no amount of abuse causes them to desist. I + have puzzled my brains to know what it all means, but I confess + I can't make it out. I fancy I know a boat when I see one, and + of course these ridiculous affairs can't be boats.</p> + + <p>Be good enough to send me, by return, at least £100. It's a + very difficult and expensive thing to support the dignity of + your paper in this town. Whiskey is very dear, and a great deal + goes a very short way.</p> + + <p>Yours sincerely,</p> + + <p class="author">THE MAN AT THE OAR.</p> + + <p><i>Henley-on-Thames, July 4</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>A COMMON COMPLAINT.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>By a Daily Victim.</i>)</h4> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:23%;"> + <a href="images/21-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/21-2.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>O Editors, who earn your daily bread</p> + + <p class="i2">By giving us all kinds of + information,</p> + + <p>There's something that I fear ought to be said,</p> + + <p class="i2">Which may—which will arouse your + indignation;</p> + + <p>For you may not be happy when it's more than + hinted</p> + + <p>Your news is such that we can't read it when it's + printed.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yet I would have you fully understand</p> + + <p class="i2">The real reason why I choose to + quarrel</p> + + <p>With what you print—your columns are not + banned</p> + + <p class="i2">Because their contents are at all + immoral</p> + + <p>Yet if there <i>is</i> a scandal, though a small + amount of it,</p> + + <p>You sometimes soil your pages with a long account of + it.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Far other reasons urge me to reveal</p> + + <p class="i2">My feelings on this matter—to + assail your</p> + + <p>Too common practice, and say why I feel</p> + + <p class="i2">Your daily efforts are a daily + failure;</p> + + <p>Your paper by its columns and its size confuses + me,</p> + + <p>And worse—there's nothing in it in the least + amuses me.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Can you indeed in seriousness suppose—</p> + + <p class="i2">To me, I tell you, naught could be + absurder—</p> + + <p>That anywhere at all there can be those</p> + + <p class="i2">Who read the noisome details of a + murder,</p> + + <p>Or take delight in knowing that in such a county</p> + + <p>Some teeming, triple mother earns the Royal + Bounty?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Ibsenity! Amid the maze of words</p> + + <p class="i2">I find it difficult to pick my way + right;</p> + + <p><i>This</i> critic at the Master only girds,</p> + + <p class="i2"><i>That</i> promptly hails him as the + "premier playwright."</p> + + <p>Whilst I don't mind confessing that I swear right + roundly</p> + + <p>At mention of a subject that I hate profoundly.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then Parliament—without the slightest + doubt</p> + + <p class="i2">Of all dull things the dullest. What + could be more</p> + + <p>Distressing than to have to read about</p> + + <p class="i2">The coming (?) KEAY, whose other name is + SEYMOUR?</p> + + <p>And now that Patriots' speeches flow with milk and + honey,</p> + + <p>They're very much less Irish, and of course less + funny.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The Bye-Elections <i>are</i> a little fun,</p> + + <p class="i2">I laugh to note the jubilant + precision</p> + + <p>With which you tell me that a seat that's won</p> + + <p class="i2">Exactly counts two votes on a + division,</p> + + <p>Though this is all I care for, and am bored at + knowing</p> + + <p>How pleased is Mr. GLADSTONE with the tide that's + flowing.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yet all these many, varied forms of pain</p> + + <p class="i2">Are trifling, small and hardly worth + attention.</p> + + <p>One thing is so much worse—oh! pray again</p> + + <p class="i2">The "epidemic" never, never mention,</p> + + <p>And promptly tell your poet that the rhyme + "cadenza"</p> + + <p>Must never more be worked in for the Influenza!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>Defeat—or Something Near It.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When a few months ago on the Thames with the oar</p> + + <p class="i2">The 'Varsities met in a contest of + strength,</p> + + <p>7 to 2 were the odds that the Dark Blues would + score</p> + + <p class="i2">A win, which they did—by a lucky + <i>half-length</i>:</p> + + <p>And last week, when the thousands assembled at + Lord's</p> + + <p class="i2">To see Cambridge win by an + innings—at Cricket's</p> + + <p>Great luck they're astonished, as Fortune awards</p> + + <p class="i2">The Light Blues the game—by a + <i>couple of wickets</i>!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page22" + id="page22"></a>[pg 22]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/22.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/22.png" + alt="FLOWERS OF SOCIETY AT THE BOTANICAL GARDENS. WEDNESDAY NIGHT." /> + </a>FLOWERS OF SOCIETY AT THE BOTANICAL GARDENS. WEDNESDAY + NIGHT. + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" + id="page23"></a>[pg 23]</span> + + <h2>A BALLADE OF EVENING NEWSPAPERS.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The evening shadows gather round the room;</p> + + <p class="i2">How full of joy it were to sit and + greet</p> + + <p>The twilight slowly deepening into gloom,</p> + + <p class="i2">And in the cool forget the noontide + heat.</p> + + <p class="i2">The busy hum, the noise of passing + feet,</p> + + <p>Such quiet calm could scarcely serve to mar,</p> + + <p class="i2">Did there not come to us from out the + street,</p> + + <p><i>Globe</i>, <i>Evening News</i>, <i>Pall Mall</i>, + <i>St. James's</i>, <i>Star</i>!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The gaily-coloured omnibuses loom,</p> + + <p class="i2">Approach, and disappear with footsteps + fleet,</p> + + <p>The crossing-sweepers blithely ply the broom,</p> + + <p class="i2">Policemen slowly pace upon their + beat.</p> + + <p class="i2">We buy the blossoms with their fragrance + sweet,</p> + + <p>And only on our senses sadly jar</p> + + <p class="i2">The noises of the ruffians who + repeat,</p> + + <p><i>Globe</i>, <i>Evening News</i>, <i>Pall Mall</i>, + <i>St. James's</i>, <i>Star</i>!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The latest aspect of the latest boom,</p> + + <p class="i2">The starting price of winners and of + wheat,</p> + + <p>The thousand lives lost in a late simoom,</p> + + <p class="i2">A conflagration, or a bursting leat,</p> + + <p class="i2">How gallant gentlemen can stoop to + cheat,</p> + + <p>The spicy current gossip of the Bar—</p> + + <p class="i2">Can all be found in this or that + news-sheet,</p> + + <p><i>Globe</i>, <i>Evening News</i>, <i>Pall Mall</i>, + <i>St. James's</i>, <i>Star</i>!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <h4>L'ENVOI.</h4> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i2">Friend, if you wish for happiness + complete,</p> + + <p>Look for it in some hamlet distant far.</p> + + <p class="i2">Forget—where catkins blow and + lambkins bleat—</p> + + <p><i>Globe</i>, <i>Evening News</i>, <i>Pall Mall</i>, + <i>St. James's</i>, <i>Star</i>!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>QUEER QUERIES.—FISH-DIET.—I am writing an + important historical work, which takes a great deal out of my + brain, and I shall be glad to know what is the best kind of + diet for nourishing the brain-cells. Fish has been strongly + recommended to me. Would a herring and a half for breakfast + take me through a chapter on the Norman Conquest? If a herring + and a half does for WILLIAM the Conqueror, how many would be + necessary for ELIZABETH? Would a whole salmon or barrel of + oysters be best for tackling our early Constitutional + History?—MACAULAY JUNIOR.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:60%;"> + <a href="images/23-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/23-1.png" + alt="THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT UNWRITTEN." /> + </a> + + <h3>THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT + UNWRITTEN.</h3><i>Proud Father</i> (<i>reading his Son's + School Report</i>). "MANNERS VULGAR—VERY VULGAR. BUT + PERHAPS THIS IS HEREDITARY!" + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.</h2> + + <h4>EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.</h4> + + <p><i>House, of Commons, Monday, June 29</i>.—Early + promise of JAMES BAIN, Knight, begins to be realised. Created + profound sensation on night he took his seat, by walking about + with his hat on. SPEAKER down on him with swift stern reproof. + BAIN couldn't make out what all the bother was about. Seeing a + friend on Bench below him, thought he would go and have a chat + with him. Members seated all about had their hats on; he had + cautiously mounted his without reproof, and now, when he moved + three steps with his hat on, Members howled, "Order! order!" + and SPEAKER joined in the cry. Six or seven Members having + explained to him that though a Member may wear his hat when + seated, the stability of the Constitution is imperilled if he + does not uncover when he moves, albeit a step, to the right or + left, the new Member passed remainder of sitting in safety.</p> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:20%;"> + <a href="images/23-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/23-2.png" + alt="Barran de Leeds." /></a>Barran de Leeds. + </div> + + <p>Next night in his place when BARTLEY was speaking from + corner seat below Gangway, BAIN on top Bench behind. Thought he + would stroll out. Not going to be caught again moving about + with his hat on. Carefully took it off, and holding it firmly + in right hand, walked with springy steps down Gangway and, + crossing between BARTLEY and the Chair, made for the door. As + he emerged in full view, there went up from a hundred throats + such a howl of indignation that BAIN stood stock still; stared + round with look of astonishment. Were they howling at him? No + doubt about it. SPEAKER also calling "Order! order!" in those + thrillingly solemn tones. What had he done now? hat in his + hand; could someone else's by any chance have got on his head? + Passed his left hand over massive brow. No, all right. Best + thing to do would be to get off premises as quickly as + possible. So BAIN bolted.</p> + + <p>"My dear fellow," said BARRAN, running after him, "you know + you mustn't do that any more. You're a young man, and I'm an + old one. I know all the ropes in this machine. When you want + anything ask me."</p> + + <p>"Well," said BAIN, "since you are so kind, I'd like to ask + you what I've done now?"</p> + + <p>"Done?" cried BARRAN, "why you've crossed between a Member + on his legs and the Chair. If you wanted to go out, you should + have gone round by the back of the Bench."</p> + + <p>After this BAIN disappeared for some days. Getting coached + up in Parliamentary practice. Back to-night and made maiden + speech. Quite delightful; button-holed House as it were; + informed Members he was sent there with a mandate; incidentally + mentioned that he was a Magistrate in several counties; waved + his arm in defiance of School Board and sat down, after + declaiming, with much animation, a new and original peroration. + "Gentlemen," he said,—"I mean Mr. SPEAKER, I'm for the + Bill, the whole Bill, and nothing but the Bill."</p> + + <p>This would have been speech of the evening only for HENRY + FOWLER's. That admirable in every way; a distinct and far + advance on a Parliamentary position won by sheer hard work and + ability; an epoch in a Parliamentary career already notable for + its steady progress. Pity Mr. G. wasn't present to witness the + triumph of the most promising of his recruits of the '80 + Parliament.</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—HENRY FOWLER's Instruction to + Education Bill negatived by 267 against 166.</p> + + <p><i>Tuesday</i>.—"My studies as you know, dear TOBY, + have not specially lain in the domain of history," said + Professor STOKES, in the course of a brief address delivered to + me in a corner of the Library. "The pure dry light of + mathematics has had an irresistible attraction for me. + Possibly, therefore, I am wrong in some more or less immaterial + points when I say that, since the time of WARWICK, we have had + no one prominently in English public affairs with quite the + same influence as is possessed by my Right Hon. friend JOSEPH + CHAMBERLAIN. The time is gone by when kings were made and + unmade. But my Right Hon. friend has done more than anyone to + make the present Ministry possible, and, having made them, he + claims <span class="pagenum"><a name="page24" + id="page24"></a>[pg 24]</span> the right to direct, and, in + some respects, even to mould their policy. A very curious + phenomenon, very curious indeed. If you were not so + evidently in a hurry, I should like to dilate upon it."</p> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:25%;"> + <a href="images/24-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/24-1.png" + alt="'The pure dry light of Mathematics.'" /></a>"The + pure dry light of Mathematics." + </div> + + <p>A good deal in what the Professor says; CHAMBERLAIN, as a + rule, most considerate in his attitude. At much pains to + preserve an appearance suitable to a Gentleman who sits on the + Opposition Benches, and is supposed to know no more of the + secret councils and intentions of the Ministry than anyone else + in same quarter of House. Made a slip in earlier stages of + Education Bill; talked about "Our Bill," and disclosed + familiarity with its details remarkable since, at the time he + spoke, it was not printed. Doesn't blunder twice along same + road. Pretty to see him yesterday inviting LORD-ADVOCATE across + the table to explain details of measure, he asked leave to + introduce, dealing with state of things in Highlands and + Islands of Scotland. CHAMBERLAIN being much interested in + question, having marked it for his own, might be supposed to + have been consulted by LORD-ADVOCATE before Bill was drafted. + All a mistake. JOSEPH knew no more about it than an ordinary + Member of Opposition, and would be much obliged if + LORD-ADVOCATE would briefly sketch his Bill.</p> + + <p>To-night, on Committee on Education Bill, MUNDELLA moved + Amendment extending beyond fourteen years limit of age at which + fee grants would be made. DYKE obdurate. JOKIM wrung his hands, + and protested thing couldn't be done. Hour after hour Debate + went forward, Ministers refusing to budge; JOSEPH chanced to + look in after dinner; thinks it would be well to accept + Amendment; says so in brief incisive speech, a very model of + debate; and OLD MORALITY straightway capitulates. Remarkable + state of things; as a study more interesting even than + mathematics.</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—Education Bill in Committee.</p> + + <p><i>Thursday</i>.—Land Purchase Bill came on in Lords + for Committee stage. House unusually crowded; quite animated in + appearance; when at length it gets into Committee LORD + CHANCELLOR leaves Woolsack and, still wearing wig and gown, + lends new air of grace and dignity to Ministerial Bench. Sits + between MARKISS and ASHBOURNE. Wonder what the MARKISS thinks + of him? For a cheerful, social, soothing hour, imagine nothing + more supreme than the confidences of the MARKISS in respect to + some half-dozen other of his colleagues.</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:15%;"> + <a href="images/24-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/24-2.png" + alt="Lord Colchester." /></a>Lord Colchester. + </div> + + <p>Before Committee is reached, The MCCULLUM MORE comes to + front, and modestly engrosses attention. Other Peers prepared, + once in while, to buckle down to hard night's work, fighting + over Clauses of Bill in Committee. That sort of obscure labour + might suit them, but not the thing to attract the MCCULLUM + MORE. Had already enjoyed himself on Second Reading, delivering + one of those orations which, as COLCHESTER says, may be + magnificent but are not debate. That should have satisfied + vanity of ordinary man; but the MCCULLUM MORE not an ordinary + man. There were several things he forgot to say in the speech. + Others had occurred to him since. He might, without stopping + progress of business, work them off in Committee; but in + Committee he must needs stand on level with ordinary Peers + anxious to get on with business, and his observations would + probably not be reported. Thing to do was to move Instruction + to Committee. This would bring him on first thing in a full + House, before Peers had wearied themselves with application to + real business. So gave notice of Instruction. Doesn't matter in + what terms; sufficient that he was able to deliver his speech. + MARKISS a little sarcastic in begging him <i>not</i> to press + Instruction. Nobody showed inclination to debate it, but it had + served its turn. Having delivered his speech, The MCCULLUM MORE + stalked off home, leaving to others the drudgery of Committee + work.</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—Land Bill through Committee in + Lords.</p> + + <p><i>Friday Night</i>.—Education Bill through Committee. + Last scene of all a little lively owing to revolt on + Conservative side. RICHARD TEMPLE led it in speech of unwonted + eloquence. Quite overflowing wealth of imagery: described + School Board as the ogre that eats up everything; that enough + by way of description; but TEMPLE rising to fresh heights, went + on to characterise it as the thin edge of the wedge.</p> + + <p>Capital speech of quite another kind from JENNINGS. As the + Member for Sark says, JENNINGS when he has anything to say to + the House of Commons <i>talks</i>, doesn't speechify; style + excellent, and so is the matter. House would like to hear a + little oftener from JENNINGS; due to it from Stockport who has + also sent us GEDGE.</p> + + <p><i>Business done</i>.—Education Bill through + Committee.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>SONGS OF THE UNSENTIMENTALIST.</h2> + + <h3>THE GREENGROCER'S REBUKE.</h3> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:20%;"> + <a href="images/24-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/24-3.png" + alt="" /></a> + </div> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>We gave a little dinner; and I own,</p> + + <p class="i2">Led by a wish with style to stamp the + <i>fête</i>,</p> + + <p>Palmed off, as though a butler of our own,</p> + + <p class="i2">A skilled Greengrocer we had in "to + wait."—</p> + + <p>I thought he seemed to sway beneath the + fish—</p> + + <p class="i2">And stagger with a half familiar + smile,</p> + + <p>When, lo! he fell, remarking blandly, "Thish</p> + + <p class="i2">All comes of tryin' to do the thing in + shtyle!"</p> + + <p>I thundered, "Leave the room!" He saw my fix,</p> + + <p class="i2">And but retorted, "'Ere, you ain't a + Duke!</p> + + <p>I'm not a-goin' without my three-and-six!"</p> + + <p class="i2">Thus came on me that Greengrocer's + Rebuke!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>That banquet was our last. No more we "dined,"</p> + + <p class="i2">In, now and then, perchance a friend + might drop.</p> + + <p>It is our boast that he will ever find</p> + + <p class="i2">At least the welcome of a homely + chop.</p> + + <p>Some day, perhaps, when I have made my pile,</p> + + <p class="i2">And can from ostentatious show + refrain,</p> + + <p>Without the Greengrocer to purchase "style,"</p> + + <p class="i2">I possibly once more may entertain!</p> + + <p>And so,—I know not how it came about,</p> + + <p class="i2">But if by chance, it is a happy fluke</p> + + <p>That I at length without the slightest doubt</p> + + <p class="i2">Have lived to bless that Greengrocer's + Rebuke!</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>QUELCHING QUELCH.—Mr. QUELCH, before the Labour + Commission, is said to have expressed his opinion that "the + liberty to combine should not involve the liberty not to + combine." Doesn't Mr. QUELCH see, that without "liberty not to + combine" there <i>cannot</i> be any "liberty to combine." For + if a man is not at liberty to abstain from combination, it is + obvious that he is compelled to combine; and compulsion is + hardly liberty. Freedom lies in choice, and Mr. QUELCH would + leave the workman none.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>A MASK ON A MASK.</h3> + + <blockquote class="note"> + <p>[A face-mask, the latest addition to the toilet, worn + during the hours of sleep, is designed to remove + wrinkles.]</p> + </blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Wear masks at night? Nay, when I saw your face,</p> + + <p class="i2">Old but unwrinkled, topped with sunny + ringlets,</p> + + <p>Dear Lady OLDGARDE, while you made the pace,</p> + + <p class="i2">And flitted like a fairy borne on + winglets</p> + + <p>From boy to boy, and flirted here and there</p> + + <p class="i2">With that unchanging smile of rouged + enamel,</p> + + <p>I thought, "Since you are rich beyond compare,</p> + + <p class="i2">And since the needle's eye doth bar the + camel,</p> + + <p>'Tis right perhaps that wealth should purchase + youth,</p> + + <p class="i2">And peaceful age become a ceaseless + playtime;</p> + + <p>Still, if you'd wear <i>two</i> masks to hide the + truth,</p> + + <p class="i2">Oh, wear this last one always <i>in the + daytime</i>."</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <p>NOTICE.—Rejected Communications or Contributions, + whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any + description, will in no case be returned, not even when + accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, or + Wrapper. 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