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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARL 49 CONFESSIONS OF A DUFFER. IIL.—THE LITERARY DUFFER. Wuy I am not a success in literature it is difficult for me to tell; indeed, I would give a good deal to anyone who would explain the reason. The Publishers, and Editors, and Literary Men decline to tell me why they do not want my contributions. lam sure I have done all that I can to succeed. When my Novel, Geoffrey's Cousin comes back from the Row, I do not lose heart—I pack it up, an send it off again to the Square, and so, I may say, it goes the round. The very manuscript attests the trouble I have taken. Parts of it are written in my own hand, more in that of my housemaid, to whom I have dictated passages; a good deal is in the hand of my wife. There are sentences which i have written a dozen times, on the margins, with lines leading up to them in red ink. The story is written on paper of all sorts and sizes, and bits of paper ‘are pasted on, here and there, containing revised versions of incidents and dialogue. The whole packet is now far from clean, and has a business-like and travelled air about it, which should command respect. I always accompany it with a polite letter, expressing my willingness to cut it down, or expand it, or change the conclusion. Nobody can say that I am proud. But it always comes back from the Publishers and Editors, without any explanation as to why it will not do. This is what I resent as particularly hard. The Publishers decline to tell me what their Readers have really said about it. I have forwarded Geoffrey’s Cousin to at least five or six noto- rious authors, with a letter, which runs thus :— Dear Srr,—You will be surprised at receiving a letter from a total stranger, but your well-known good- ness of heart must plead my excuse. [am aware that your time is much ipied, but I am certain that you will spare enough of that valuable mmodity to glance through the xccompanying MS. Novel, and give me your frank opinion of it. Does it stand in need of any alterations, and, if so, what? Would you mind having it published under your own name, receiving one-thi of the profits? A speedy answer will greatly Would you believe it, Mr. Punch, not one of these over-rated and over- paid men has ever given me any advice at all? Most of them simply send back my parcel with no m= One, however, wrote to say that he received at least six such packets every week, and that his engage- ments made it impossible for him to act as a guide, counsellor, and friend to the amateurs of all England. He added that, if I published the doubtless prove most valuable and salutary. | _ This decided me; I did publish, at my own expense, with Messrs. | SavL, Samvgt, Moss & Co. I had to pay down £150, then £35 for | advertisements, then £70 for Publisher’s Commission. Other | expenses fell grievously on me, as I sent ro printed postcards to everyone whose name is in the Red Book, asking them to ask for Geoffrey's Cousin at the Libraries. I also despatched si i with six anonymous letters, to Mr. GLapsToyg, signing the Literary Constituent,” ‘‘A Wavering Anabaptist,” and so fort but, ext: i to relate, I have received no answer, and no notice has been taken of my disin mts. The reviews were of the most mea Moss & Co. ve just written to me, begging me to remove the | “remainder” of my book, and charging £23 15s. 6d. for warehouse | expenses. Yet, when I read Geoffrey's Cousin, I fail to see that it Tals, In any way, beneath the ge run of novels. I enclose a marked copy, and solicit your earnest attention for the passage in which Geoffrey's Cousin blights his hopes for ever. The story, Sir, 1s one of controversy, and is suited to this time. is an Auld Licht (see Mr. Barrre’s books, ) | an Esoterie Buddhist. They love each other dearly, but Genffrey, a a. PUP “I have worn a cloak and a Tyrolese hat, and attitudinised in the Picture-galleries.” Novel at my own expense, the remarks of the public critics would | not even get into the newspapers. | Sydenham Club (a clique of humbugs) ; I have let my hair grow long ; |T have worn a cloak and a Tyrolese hat, and attitudinised in the and scornful description. Messrs. Savi, SaMvEL, | rigid character, cannot marry any lady who does not burn, as an Auld Licht, ** with a hard gem-like flame.” Violet Blair, his cousin, is just as staunch an Esoteric Buddhist. Nothing stands between them but the differences of their creed. **How can I contemplate, Grorrrer,” said Viorer, with a rich blush, ‘the possibility of seeing our little ones stray from the fold f ee Lama of Thibet into a chapel of the Original Secession urch ?”’ They determine to try to convert each other. Geoffrey lends Violet all his theological library, including Wopnow’s Analecta. She lends him the learned works of Mr. Stvwetrt and Madame Bravatsky. They retire, he to the Himalayas, she to Thrums, and their letters compose Volume II. (Local colour d da Kre.ine and Barrie.) On the slopes of the Himalayas you see Geoffrey con- verted ; he becomes a Cheela, and returns by overland route. He rushes to Ramsgate, and announces his complete acceptance of the truth as it is in Mahatmaism. Alas! alas! Violet has been over- persuaded by the seductions of Presbyterianism, she has hurried down from Thrums, rejoicing, a full- blown Auld Licht. And, in her Geoffrey, she finds a convinced Esoteric Buddhist! They are n> better off than they were, their union is impossible, and Vol. III. ends in their poignant anguish. Now, Mr. Punch, is not this the very novel for the times; rich in adventure (in Kafiristan), teeming with philosophical suggestiveness, and sparkling with all the epigrams of my commonplace book. Yet I am about £300 out of pocket, and, more- over, a blighted being. have taken every kind of pains; I have asked London Correspondents to dinner; I have written flattering letters to everybody; I have at- tempted to get up a deputation of Beloochis to myself; I have tried to make people interview me; I have puffed myself in all the modes which study and research can suggest. If anybody has, I have been ** up to date.” But Fortune is my foe, and I see others flourish by the very arts which fail in my hands, I mention my Novel because its | failure really is a mystery. But I am not > more eatanate in oe reception of my try. ave trie it every tobe =~ A by the bale, | sonnets by the dozen, loyal odes, seditious songs, drawing-room poetry, | an Epic on the history of Labducuo, | erotic verse, all fire, foam, and fangs, reflective ditto, humble natural bal- lads about signal-men and news- es yaper-boys, Life-boat rescues, Idyls, oe ten. in rhyme, tragedies in blank verse. Nobody will print them, or, if anybo y prints them, he regrets that he cannot pay for them. My moral and discursive essays are re- jected, my descriptions of nature do I have not been elected by the hy \ picture-galleries, but nobody asked whol am. I have endeavoured to hang on to well-known poets and novelists—they have not wel- comed my advances. mine 4 My last dodge was a Satire, the Logrolliad, in which I lashed the dmistene and pretenders of the day. While hoary statesmen scribble in reviews And guide the doubtful verdict of the Blues, While HaGGaxp scrawls, with blood in lieu of ink, While MaLLock teaches Marquises to think, so long I have rhythmically expressed my design to dripping scourge of satire. But nobody seems a penny the worse, — Iam not a paragraph the better. Short stories of a startling description fill my drawers, nobody will venture on one of them. have closely imitated every writer who succeeds, but my little wield the | I | barque may attendant sail, it pursues the triumph, but does not Geoffrey Mc Phun | partake the gale. “ is consin is| I am now engaged on a Libretto for an heroic opera. What offers ” VOL clr.

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January 30, 1892.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. THE IMPERIAL JACK-IN-THE-BOX. A Sone FoR THE SHouTine Emperor. Arn—"* The Major-General.” | aw the very pattern of a Modern German Emperor, (to temper, or Omniscient and omnipotent, I ne’er give way 1f now and then I run a-muck in a Malay- like fashion, [purpose in my passion. \s there’s method in my madness, so there ’s fis my aim to manage everything in order categorical— istorical. My fame as Cosmos-maker I intend shall be | know they call me Paul Pry, say I’m fussy and pragmatical— But that’s because sheer moonshine always hates the mathematical. I’m not content to “ play the King” with an imperial pose in it— Whatever is marked ‘‘ Private’’ I shall up and poke my nose in it. ALL. He won't let drowsing dogs lie, he ‘ll stir up the tabby sleeping Tom— In fact, he is the model of a modern German Peeping Tom! I bounce into the Ball-Room when they think I’m fast asleep at home, {nd measure steps and skirts and things and mark what state folks keep at home ; Watch the toilette of young Beauty on the wae strictest Q.T. too Evangelise the Army and keep sentries to their duty, too, On the Navy, and the Clergy, and the Schools, my wise eyes shoot lights, Sir. [’m awfully particular to regulate the foot- lights, Sir. [ preach sermons to my soldiers and arrange their *‘ duds” and duels, too, And tallow their poor noses, when they ’ve _ colds, and mix their gruels, too; [’ll make everybody moral, and vbedient, and frugal, Sir— fact I’m an McDoveatt, Sir! ALL. He’d compel us to drink water and restrain _ us when to wed agog ; ogue. In fact he is the model of a Modern German I’ve all the god-like attributes, omniscient, ubiquitous, {commonly iniquitous. [ mean to squelch free impulse, which is But what ’s the good of being Chief Inspector of the Universe, And prying into everything from pompous _ Law to puny verse, [tendene lf everything or nearly so, shows a confoun: To 9 vient o its own ay My Masterful _ Resplendency gaze on trusting] Would radiate aurorally, a world would lf only things in general wouldn’t go on so _ disgustingly. autocratical, | Where ws the pull of being Earth’s Inspector | When the Progress Z’d be motor of seems mainly automatical ? ALL. Hooray ! My would-be Jupiter, a parvenu .,_ ,18 told again lle’s not the true Olympian, Jack-in-the- Box is ‘ Sold Again!!!” In Imperial edition of Mr IAL OysteR-CuLtivation,” read a R., as the heading of a par in the Times. ood gracious!’ she exclaimed, ‘‘ who on earth would ever think of eating ‘artificial oysters!’ ” Reg = 2 Contain = this life except ath, Quarter Day and sto e for ten minutes at Swindon Station. = SO CONVENIENT! Young Wife. ‘‘ WHERE ARE YOU GOING, Reocore pear!” Reggie Dear. ‘*Onty To THE CLUB, MY DaRLine.” Young Wife. ‘On, I DON’T MIND THAT, BECAUSE THERE 's A TELEPHONE THERE, AND I caw TALK To you THROVGH IT, can’T I?” Reggie. ‘‘ Y-YR8—BUT—ER—YOU KNOW, THE CONFOUNDED WIRES ARE ALWAYS GETTING OUT OF ORDER!” PARLIAMENT A LA MODE DE PARIS. Scene—The Chamber during a Debate of an exciting character. Member with a news- paper occupying the Tribune. Member. 1 ask if the report in this paper is true? It calls the Minister a scoundrel! [ Frantic applause. President. I must interpose. It is not right that such a document should be read. Member. But it is true. I hold in my hand this truth-telling sheet. (Shouts of ‘* Well done!”) This admirable journal describes the Minister as a trickster, a man without a heart! [ Yells of approbation. President. 1 warn the Member that he is going too far. He is outraging the public conscience. (** Hear! hear!” Member. It is you that vutrage the public conscience. [ Sensation. President. This is too much! If I hear another word of insult, I will assume my hat. (Profound and long-continued agitation. Member. A hat is better than a turned coat! (Thunders of opplause.) I say that this paper is full of Ckslesmmne things, and that when it denounces the Minister as a good-for-nothing, as a slanderer, as a thief —it does but its duty. [Descends from the Tribune amidst tumul- tuous applause, and is met by the Minister. Grand altercation, with results, Minister's Friends. What have you done to him ? Minister (with dignity). I have avenged my honour—I have hit him in the eye! [Scene closes in upon the Minister receiving hearty congratulations from all sides of the Chamber.

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| | ain't in Venice yet. | upat the top o’ them steps. | stairs ? | vations). PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. — [Jasvany 30, 1892, PRESERVED VENICE. Specially Imported for the London Market.) A SATURDAY NIGHT SCENE AT OLYMPIA. In THE PROMENADE. A Pessimistic Matron (the usual beady and tugle-y female, who her pleasure as a penance). Well, they may call it bat J don’t see no difference from what it was when the Barnum Show was ’ere—except —(regretfully)—that then they ’ad the Freaks o’ Nature, and Jumbo’s skelinton ! Her Husband (an Optimist—less from conviction than contradic- There you go, Manta, finding fault the minute you’ve put nose inside! We It’s takes all Venice,” fion your The P. M. Up all them Well, 1 ’ope it'll be worth seeing when we | do get there, that’s all! An Attendant (as she arrwes at the top). Not this door, Ma’am — next entrance for Modern Venice. The Opt. Husb. You needn’t go all the way | down again, when the — join like that! he P. M. I'm not | going to walk sideways— I'm not a crab, Jor, whatever you may think. Jon assenia, with reser- Now wherever have those other two got to? ’urrying off that way ! Oh, there they are. ‘Ere, Lizzte and Jem, keepalong o’ me and Father, do, or we shan’t see half of what ’s to be seen! Lizzie. Oh, all right, Ma; don’t you w so! To Jem, her fiancé.) Don’t those tall fellows look smart with the red feathers in their cocked ‘ats ? What do they call them ? Jem (a young man, who thinks for himself). Well, I shouldn't wonder if those were the parties they call j ** Doges ” — sort o” police | enter Sor over there, d’ye see 7 Lizzie. They’re ‘and- somer than ’elmets, I will say that forthem. (They Modern Venice, amidat cries of ** This way Gondoala Tickeis! Pass along, please! Keep | to your right!” §c., §&c.) It does have a ioreign look, with all those queer names written up. Think it’s like what it is, Jem ? Jem. Bound to be, with all the money they Pens nt on it. I daresay they ‘ve Pr idle-ised it a hit tm By “I'm sure I’m ‘ighly flattered, The P. M. Where are all these kinals they talk so much about ? J don’t see none ! Jem (as a break in the crowd reveals a narrow olive-green channel). Why, what d’ye call that, Ma? ; The 4 M. That a kinal! Why, you don’t mean to tell me any urge uda-— The Opt. Hush. Go on!—you didn’t suppose you'd find the Paddington Canal in these parts, did you? This is big enough for all they want. (A gondola goes by lurchily, crowded with pot-hatted passengers, smoking pipes, and wearing the enanmfortalite oule of children enjoying thew first elephant-ride.) That’s one o’ these ’ere gondoalers—it 's a rum-looking concern, ain’tit? But I suppose you get usod to ’em—(philosuphically)—like everything else ! _ The P. M. It gives me the creeps to look at ‘em. Talk about farses The Opt. Hush. Well, look ere, we’ve come out to enjoy ourselves | —what d’ye say to having a ride in one, eh? The P. M. You won't ketch me trusting myself in one o’ them | tituppy things, so don’t you deceive yourself ! The Opt. Husb. Oh, it’s on’y two foot o’ warm water if you do tip over. Come on! (Hailing Gondolier, who has just landed his cargo.) ’*Ere,’ow much ’ll you take the lot of us for, hey ? iondolier (gesticulating). Teekits! you tek teekits—la—yon vait! | Jem. He means we ve got to go to the orfice and take tickets and stand in a enue, d’yer see? The P. M. Me go and form a cue down there and get squeeged | like at the Adelphi Pit, all to set in a rickety gondoaler! I can | see all J want to see without messing about in one o’ them things! The Others. Well, | dunno as it’s worth the | ex sixpence, come to | think of it. (They pase | on, contentedly.) Jem. We're on the| Rialto Bridge now, Lizzr, | d’ye see? The one in| SHAKSPEARE, you know. Lizzie. That’s the one they call the ‘‘ Bridge o’ Sighs,” ain’tit? (Hazily. ls that because there’s | shops on it ? Shops | Jem. I dessay. —or else suicides. Lizzie (more hazily than ever). Ah, the same as the Monument. (They walk on with a sense of mental enlargement.) Mrs. Lavender Salt. It’s wonderfully like the real thing. LAVENDER, isn’t it? Of course they can’t quite get the true Venetian atmosphere ! Mr.L. 8. Well, Mrxosa, they ’d have the Sanitary Authorities down on them if they did, you know! Mrs. L. S. Oh, you're so horribly unromantic! But, Lavenper, couldn't we get one of those gon- dolas and go about. It would be so lovely to be in one again, and fancy ourselves back in dear Venice, now wouldn't it? Mr. L. S. The illusion is cheap at sixpence; # come along, Mrwosa ! [ He secures tickets, and presently the Lavey- DER Sats, find them- selves part of a lon neue, being marshal- hea between barriers by Italian gendarme: in a state of politely suppressed amiuse- ment, Mrs. L. S. (over her shoulder to her husband, as she imagines). I'd no idea we should have to go through all this! Must Can’t we two manage to Mum, but I’m already suited.” we really herd in with all these people? get a gondola to ourselves ? y A Voice (not Lavenper’s—in her ear). I’m sure I’m ’ighly flattered, Mum, but I’m already suited; yn’t I, Dysy ? (Dysy corroborates his statement with unnecessary Vass A Sturdy Democrat (in front, over his shoulder). Pity yer didn't send word you was coming, Mum, and then they ’d ha’ kep’ the place clear of us common people for yer! (Mrs. L. 8. is sorry she spoke. Ixy tHe Goxpora.—Mr. and Mrs. L. 8. are seated in the back seat, supported on one side by ihe Humorous ’ARry and his Fiancée, aul @a the other by a le, bloated youth, with a particularly rank cigar, and ¢t dturdy Democrat, whose two small boy! occupy the seat in front. The St. Dem. (with malice aforethought). If you two lads ain't | emphass.

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Jaxvanr 30, 1892.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 53 ABOMINATIONS OF MODERN SCIENCE. MARIANA ARRIVES AT THE MoaTep GRANGE (AFTER A ‘LONG, DAMP JOURNEY) JUST IN TIME TO DRESS FOR DINNER, AND FINDS, TO HER SORROW, THAT HER Room 1s WARMED BY Hor WarTeER Pires AND LIGHTED BY ELECTRICITY. erlap. (Zo Mrs. L. 8., who is frozen with horror at the sugges- tion.) They ’re ’umin beans, Mum, like yerself ! | Mrs. L. 8. (desperately ignoring her other neighbours). Isn’t that | lovely baleony there copied from the one at the Pisani, Lavenper— or is it the Contarini? I forget. Mr. L. 8S. Don’t remember—got the Rialto rather well, haven't they? I suppose that ’s intended for the dome of the Salute down there—not quite the outline, though, if I remember right. And, if that ’s the Campanile of St. Mark, the colour’s too brown, eh? The Hum, Jf (with intention). Oh, I sy, Drsy, yn’t that the Kempynoily df kasioden Oval, right oppersite? and ’aven’t they got the Grand Kinel in the Ole Kent proper, eh ? Dysy (playing up to him, with enjoyment). Jest ’aven't they ! On’y I don’t quoite remember whether the colour o’ them gas-lamps is correct. But there, if we go on torkin’ this w’y, other parties might think we wanted to show orf! Mrs. L. 8. Do you remember our /ast gondola expedition LAVENDER, coming home from the Giudecca in that splendid sunset ! The Hum. A. Recklect you and me roidin’ ome from Walworth ona rhinebow, Drsy, eh ? vl horus of Chaff from the bridges and terraces as they pass. Ullo, "ere comes another boat-load! ‘Igher up, there! ... Four- wheeler!... Ain’t that toff in the tall ’at enjoyin’ himself? Quite a Boy funeral! &c., &c. rs. L. 8. ( faintly, as they enter the Canal in front of the Stage). LavENDER, dear, I really can't stand this much longer! got room there, I dessay this lady won't mind takin’ one of yer on | Mr. L. S. (to the Bloated Youth). Might I ask you, Sir, not to puff your smoke in this lady’s face—it 's extremely unpleasant for her ! The B. ¥. All right, Mister, I’m always ready to oblige a lydy —but—(with wounded pride)—as to its bein’ unpleasant, yer know, all J can tell yer is—(with sarcasm)—that this ‘appens to be one of the best tuppeny smokes in ’Ammersmith ! Mr L. S&. ber ge " but if you could kindl postpone its enjoyment for a little while, we should be extremely obliged ! The B. Y. Well, I must keep it aloive, q% know. If there’s any- one ’ere that understands cigars, they’ll bear me out as it never smokes the same when you once let it out. [The other Passengers confirm him in this epicurean dictum, fo fy a he sucks the cigar at intervals behind Mrs. L. 8.'s back, during'the remainder of the trip. Mr. L. 8. (to Mrs. L. 8. when t Mowosa, illusion successful, eh ? matically). I am sure of that—from the aroma. are alone again). Well, re. L. 8. Oh, don’t! TO MY CIGARETTE. My own, my loved, my Cigarette, |The strong I found too apt. to My dainty joy disguised in (temper. om, de [ t| My tongue, the week to try my What fate can make your slave | And all were failures, and I grew The day when first he dared to More tentative and undecided, kiss you ¢ Ones friends, and found they I had ked briars, like to most new o joy im emoking, and had| As little as or less than I did. Who joy in smoking, and had been a | Havannah yielded up her pick Too ready prey to those who boast! Of prime cigars to my fruition ; eir bonded stores of Reina|I bought a case, and some went | Fina. i + sick,” In honeydew had steeped my souls The rest were never in condition. Had been of cherry pipes a/| Until in sheer fatigue I turned cracker, To you, tobacco And watched the creamy, meer- | tyro, aum’s bowl |And from your one sonny, daily, hourly 8 white-robed [learned | Iden legend Your maker dwelt and wrought in Cairo, RY / . s wheresoe’er I roam, As fondly as a wife by some is, Wait from the far Egyptian home Of Pharaohs, crocodiles, and mummies ; Beloved, in spite of jeer and rown ; ou The more the Philistines assail The more the docters run you ou. Read Catvertey and learnt by O worshi heart weed in; The lines he celebrates the And blew my smoke in rings, an art in. That many try, but few succeed In fact of nearly every style Of smoke I was a a critic, Theugh I had found Manillas vile, And Trichinopolis mephitic. The stout tobacco-jar became Within my smoking -room a fixture ; I heard my friends extol by name Each one his own peculiar mixture. And tried them every one in turn (@ varium, tobacco, semper !) ; down, The more I puff you—andi Though worn a toil and vexed with strife (Ye smokers all, attend and vl Undaunted still I live my life, With you, my Cigarette, to cheer me.

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Mrs. CuIrronnetTe, or Bonp Srreer.” Way, I 'vz BEEN TO HER FoR YEARS! Head Laundress. My dear Missis Corer, I own TZ ain’t heard from the parties you ’int at. But them Linen-’eaps certny has grown, Wich their bulk I ave _ took a squint at. We sud, and we rub, and we scrub, And the pile ’ardly seems to diminish. ’ It tires us poor Slaves of the Tub, tae And the doose only knows when well finish. Ray "f A Leading Laundress. YB) Percisely, my dear, but it’s that, — : ; As the Public insists upon knowin’, Missis Matuew ’as told me so, pat, Wich likeways ’as good Missis Bowen. You can’t floor their argyments, quite, ’Owsomever you twirl ’em or ’twist’em; | They say, and I fear they are right, — ere is somethink all wrong with our System ! Head Laundress. Our System! Well, well, my good sonl, You know ’twasn’t us as inwented it. We wouldn’t have got into this ’ole, If you and me could ’ave perwented it. [ know there’s no end of a block, That expenses is running up awfully ; The sight of it gives me a shock, | But ’ow can we alter it—law/fully ? A Leading Laundress. [ fear, Mum, I very much fear, That word doesn’t strike so much terror | As once on the dull public ear ; (error! Times change, Mum, they do, make no Our clients complain of the cost, — And lots of Commercials is leaving us. I think, Mum, afore more is lost, | We had best own the block grieving us! Head Laundress. There can’t be no ’arm, dear, in that. |_ Let’s write to the papers and ’int it. | | know with your pen you are pat, | And the 7imes will be ’appy to print it. If we are to git through that lot, {notion ! We must ’ave some more ’elp—that’s my Let’s strike whilst the iron is ’ot, The Public may trust our dewotion. We’ll call the chief Laundresses round ; Some way we no doubt shall discover. At least, dear, ’twill ’ave a good sound, If we meet, and—well talk the ys over ! (Left ing sv.

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A TALK OVER THE TUB; Or, Legal Laundresses in Council. {“ The whole legal machinery is out of gear, and the country is too busy to put it right.”— Law 7 times j A Leading Laundress. Wx a I say, Missis ’Atspvny, Mum, We are all getting into a quand’ry ; | You and me can no longer be dumb, Seein’ how we're the heads Laundry :

of the rintending the soaping and rinsing; | Old pleas for delay, I peak fe , Are no longer entirely conwincing. Just look at the Linen—in ’eaps ! And no one can say it ain’t dirty ! Our clients, a-grumbling they keeps, And some of ’em seem getting shirty. Wotever, my dear, shall we do ? Two parties ’as axed me that question ; And now I just puts it to you, And I ’ope you can make some sugges- tion. Licumes. Petits Soupcons Francais, Sauce Egyptienne. Vépres Ceciliennes. ENTREMETS. Absorbé de Birmingham. Suceés de Whitehall aux Affaires Etrangéres. | DEssERT. Amendes Parlementaires. Raisons de Plus en Défaites. Wrerca! I wonper| ae Porte Ss Sun Wasses! | wonsan Entrecéte d’ Afrique a |’ Allemande. : Reeves. < It is all very well to stand ’ere, | Terrine de Fermes Venduea 4 la Parnell mz Soo Paté de Loi 4 l’Ordre Publique. o | | |

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARLI.— Janvary ih Hn H, Ni n LINEN ’S TO BE GOT THROUG "ANDED.” ee ay rm SHORT “I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS, MRS. COLEY, MUM,—IF ALL THIS ’ERE DIRTY WE MUST ’AVE ’ELP, MUM!!” LAB-RY Mas. H-

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| Jaxvary 30, 1892.) PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. ——— “THE MUSIC IN OUR STREET.” (A word *rom a Girl who lives in it.) | tell yer it’s golopshus, we do ’ave such a game. She sings to suit ’er ’us while ’e plays on so forlorn. | When the sun’s a-shinin’ brightly, when the fog’s upon the town, |’Er voice is dreadful wheezy, and I can’t exactly say When the frost ’as bust the water-pipes, when rain comes pourin’ | I like ’er style of singin’ ‘‘ Tommy Dodd” or ** Nancy Gray.” own ; But there, she does ’er best, I’m sure; I musn’t run ’er down, In the mornin’ when the costers come a-shoutin’ with their mokes, | When she’s only tryin’ all she can to earn a honest brown. In the evenin’ when the gals walk out a-spoonin’ with their blokes, | Still, though I’m mad to’ear’em play, and sometimes join the dance, When Mother’s slappin’ Bitty, or when Father wants ’is tea, | I often wish one music gave the other kind a chance. When the boys are in the ‘‘ Spotted Dog” a ’avin’ of a spree, | The orgin might have two days, and the cornet take a third, No matter what the weather is, or what the time o’ day, | While the pipe-man tried o’ Thursdays ’ow to imitate a bird. Our musie allus visits us, and never goes away. | But they allus comes together, singin’ “gb as they meet And when they ’ve tooned theirselves to-rights, I tell yer it’s a treat | With their pipes and ’orns and orgins in the middle of our street. Just to listen to the lot of ’em a-playin’ in our street. But there, I can’t stand chatterin’, pore mother’s mortal bad, _ There’s a chap as turns the orgin—the best I ever ’eard— And she’s got to work the whole day long to keep things straight | Oh lor’ he d tj Y * make : for dad. ‘ ; | I can’t jy Sl ag a — peseawne Complain? Not she. She scrubs and rubs with all ’er might and And talks a furrin lingo all their miserable lives. or : ’ start agai But this one calls me Brita—which my Christian name is Scr— | And the lot 's no toner toed dats for BruLy's socks Sometimes ’e A at pe eds ptm A mg Rept I og And an hour or so 0’ needlework a mendin’ Potty’s frocks ; | And I see ’is teeth all shinin’ through ’is lovely black mustarch. | With floors to ee and plates 4 rey ry a —_ be skin and bone And the little uns dance round him, you'd laugh until you cried Er cough ’s that eevee )i eA tee aap If you saw my little brothers do their crus side by side, =f ‘ke ll be music : . “vo th ti ws && al And the gals they spin about as well, and don’t they move their | Aht we don't get rome pod at ‘aor yet too much to eat | And the music stops us thinkin’ when they play it in the street. Lip you ever ‘ear our music? What, never? TZhere’s a shame; | And a pore old ragged party, whose shawl is shockin’ torn, n eet, When they ’ear that pianner-orgin man, as plays about our street. There’s a feller plays a cornet too, and wears a ulster coat rer: a My eye, ’e does waft out is theeke a-tryin’ for "ie m+ ay : “Marre, Come Ur!”—When Miss Marre Liorp, who, unpro- It seems to go right through yer, and, oh, it’s right-down rare fessionally, when at home, is known as Mrs. Percy Courtenay, When ’e gi “ : iin ® map ¥ “ip? | which her Christian name is Matiipa, recentl appeared at Bow- Praae? ee Aame Lourie” oy © Swed Bpirt, ‘car my soot Police Cost, Daving summoned her husban for oo aut, "E's so stout that when ’e’s blowin’ ’ard you think ’e must go pop; | te agistrate, Mr. Lusninoton, oug ave called on Jom~ And ’is nose is li st £0 POP; | clainant to sing “* Whacky, Whacky, Whack!” which would have nd ‘is nose is like the lamp (what’s red) outside a chemist’s shop. | P ~ thea iately. Seay ope that the pair will make it And another bl * roast it’s thi A. - wi er i au Cae nee etin, |e PMS El car I certina-JIumy, it makes it to shout | ‘ ’ . When ’e acts just like a windmill and et oo 4 Niext Lients.—Rumour has it that certain Chorus Ladies have Oh, 1’ll lay you ’alf a tanner, you ’ll find it ’ard to beat objected to wearing electric glow-lamps in their hair. Was it for The good old ’eaps of music that they gives us in our street. fear of becoming too light-headed ?

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Jaxvary 30, 1892. ] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 59 FANCY PORTRAIT. | | POLITE LITERATURE. | Deak Mr. Powcu,— | Having seen in the pages | of one of your contem- | poraries several deeply rey vy. letters telling of “‘the Courtesy of the Cavemen think it will pleasing to your | rs aders to learn that I have a fund of anecdote concerning the politeness —the true politeness—of many other members of the Peerage. Perhaps you will permit me to give you a few instances of what I may call aristo- | cratic amiability. On one occasion the | | Dukeof DrrcmwaTeEr and | | a Lady entered the same | | omnibus simultaneously. There was but one seat, | and noticing that His Grace was standing, I, //} | called attention to the! 47 | fact. “* Certainly,” re-| ‘ plied His Grace, with | a quiet smile, “‘ but if I | had sat down, the Lady | | would not have enjoyed | | her present satisfactory ome !” The Lady| erself had taken the | until then vacant place! Shortly afterwards I| //, net Tee Vermition | //// | walking in an opposite | direction to the path I/| myself was pursuing. | | My Lord,” I murmured, | | removing my hat, ** I was quite prepared to ste into the gutter.” ** it was unnecessary,” re- turned his Lordship, gra- ciously, ** for as the path was wide, there was room enough for both of us to pass on the same pave- | ment!” On a very wet evening I saw My Lord Tom- | NODDICOMB coming from a shop in Piccadilly. | Noticing that his lot ship had no defence against the weather, I | ventu to offer the! Peer my parapluie. ** Please let me get into my carriage,” observed yif/ “ TOREADOR his Lordship. Then discovering, from my bowing attitude, that I meant no insolence by my suggestion, he added,—** And as for your umbrella—surely on this rainy night you can make use of it yourself ? ” Yet again. The Marchioness of Loam- SHIRE was on the point of crossing a puddle. Naturally I divested mest of my great- ri coat, and threw it as a bridge across her sa, bg He dirty walk. e Marchioness smiled, but her Lady- ip has never f the circumstance, wives of Members of the House of Lords 7 are wanting in consideration ! Believe me, dear Mr. Punch, ; Yours enthusiastically, 8. The Cringeries, Low Booington. Nos. Norice.—No. XXV. of “ Travelling Companions” next week. SENOR DRUMMONDO WOLFFEZ, REPRESENTING THE JoHN BULLFIGHTER AT MADRID. THE JUDCES IN COUNCIL. [** All the judicial wisdom of the Supreme Court has |met in solemn and secret | conclave, heralded by letters | from the heads of the Bench, a serious evils in the working of the High |Court of Justice; a full | working day was appro- | priated for the occasion; the | learned Judges met at 11 a.m. (nominal ¥ and rose — -y for luncheon, and jfor the day, at 1°30 P.M. Two-and-a- hours’ work, during which each of the j | twenty-eight ry se - sonages no doubt devoted all his faculties and experience | to the discovery, discussion, j}and removal of the admit- tedly numerous defects in | the working of the Judica- | ture Acts! Two-and-a-half hours, which might have been stolen from the relaxa- tions of a Saturday after- noon! Two - and - a ~ half hours, for which the tax- payers of the United King- dom pay some eight hundred \ | guineas! Truly the spectacle . |is eminently calculated to inspire the country with confidence and hopes of re- form.” —Extract from Let- ter to the Times.) Scene—A Room at the Royal Courts. Lord Cuancettor, Lord Cuter Justice ter of the Rous, Lords Justices, Jus- tices. L. C. Well, I’m very glad to see ing so well, but can any- one tell me why we've met at all? L. C. J. Talking of meetings, do you remem- ber that Exeter story dear old Jack Tompkins used to tell on the West- ern Circuit ? [Proceeds to tell Jack Tompxine’s story at great length to great interest of Chancery Judges. F M. R. (who has listened with marked impatience), Why, my dear fellow, it isn’t a Western Circuit story at all. It was on the Northern Circuit at Appleby. [Proceeds to tell the same story all over | again, substituting App for Cxeter. At the conclusion of story, Great laughter from _ Chance Judges. Common Law Judges loo bored, having all told same story on and about their own Circuits. L. C. Very good—very good—used to tell it myself on the South Wales Cireuit—but what have we met for ? Lord Justice A. 1 say, what do you think about this cross-examination | fuss? It seems to me—— L. C. J. Talking of cross-examina- tion—do you fellows remember the excellent story dear old Jonwwir ~ Browseat used to tell about the Launceston election ro 4 : (Proceeds to tell story in much detail. 1, C. looks uncomfort- able at its conclusion. CONTENTO!”" Fee-simple. Mas- | ou all look- |

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| PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARL [Jawvarr 30, 1892. kindly tell me what the business is Mr. We ( Mr. Justice A. (with hesitation). Why—I With princely strut and stiffenedspine— | noble poems, was going to say there seems to be a sort of So his, and his alone, shall be, | some (but not discontent amongst the Public This fondly foolish heart of mine! |much) trash, L. C. (with dignity). Really, really—what | and ai good have we to do with the Public? But in case many pieces, there should be any truth in this extraordi- which, how- nary statement, I think we might as well ap- ever poetical they may be, point a Committee to look into it, and then we ¢ t is all about. L. C. J. Yes, a Committee by all means ; the as dear old Honrace puts it. M. R. Talking of cooks, lunch time ? [General consensus of opinion in favour of me a puRNE’S “The Oblation.”’ and i THE LAY OF THE LITIGANT. Austin’s “Is Life Worth Living?” If ; , ‘ —- Mr. Henry, or anybody else who happens fier Heed, Ales after Coleridge's (C.J to possess a personal equation, will point out Letter to the Lord Chancellor on the decay of }to me the heroic quality in these poems, | cp NOTICE —Rejected \ocmmunications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures oi any aescripiion, Win Envelope, Cover, or Wrapper. To this rule 60 M. FR. (cutting mm). Why, my dear fellow, | T "Ing ; ‘ 4 ME Be \eutting in). Why, my dear fellow.| THE HERO OF THE SUMMER SALE. | © OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. a (By our own Private and Confidential Poctess.) | Owe of the Baron's Deputy-Readers has Tells story all over again to the Chan-|I wovrpn I loved some belted Earl, been looking through Mr. G. W. Hewrey’s cery Judges. Some Baronet, or K.C.B., | Lyra Heronca; a Book of Verse for Boys. L. C. Yes—excell nt. I thought it took | But I’m a most unhappy girl, | (Davip Nort, London.) This is his apprecia- place at Chester—but really, now, we must) And no such luck’s in store for me! tion:—Mr. get to business. So, first of all, will anyone | I would I loved some Soldier bold, Hester has tacked his Who leads his troops where cannons pop, a very young Judge). | But if the bitter truth be told— I love a man who walks a shop! For oh! a King of Men is he— Justice A. ll, the fact is, I believe the Public—— ‘horus of Judges. The what ? un meet again some day and hear what — 4 0 ** Too many cooks,” they =. isn’t it about e& smaller the better. timents, lune hina. As they adjourn, L. Cc. J. de- tains Chancery Judges to tell them a story about something that happened at Bod- min, and, to prevent mistakes, tells it in West Country dialect. M. R. imme- diately repeats it in strong Yorkshire, and lays the venue at Bradford. Result ; that the whole of Her Masesry’s Courts in London were closed for one day. Legal Business. ) I remember, I remember The Law when | was born, The Serjeants, brothers of the coif, The a dead and gone. The Judicature Acts to them Were utterly unknown ; It was a fearful ignorance— Oh, would it were my own! I remember, I remember Al ' \ ~~ | On Remnant Days—from morn till night, The worthy ** Proctor ”’ race, When blows fall fast, and words run high, The ** Posteas,” and the ‘* Elegits,”’ When frenzied females fiercely tight The ** Actions on the Case.” For bargains that they long to buy-— The * Error” each Attorney’s Clerk From hot attack he does not flinch, Did wilfully abet, But stands his ground with visage pale, The days of * Bills” in Equity And all the time looks every inch Some bills are living yet ' a —_ of oo: — a ; or oh! a King of Men is he— i Whom shop sevistant cal fo “Sign!” The lively game of shuttlecock So his, and his alone, shall be "Tw ixt Equity ond Law. This fondly foolish heart of mine ! Tribunals then were ‘‘ Courts” indeed That are ** Divisions” now, And Silken Gowns have feared the frowns | of “ HENLEY. | manner, Mowpay, Jan. 18, 1892. ‘“ Bath and West | land’s Society’s Cheese School at | Goal of Upon a ** Baron’s”’ brow. Frome.” Of this School, the Times, judging Siva 7, ge We remember, we remember by results, speaks highly of s the practical } ee 9 7. F ip e 5 —) 4 - pq The flourishing of trumps, character of the instruction given at the thin -- scan end dietes =), On When Parliament took up our wrongs, | School.” This is a bad look-out for Eton and | 6, prepectesems, om é the whole, I cannot think that Mr. Henirry Harrow, not to say for Winchester and West- minster also. All parents who wish their | children to be ‘* quite the cheese’ in Society generally. and particularly for Bath and the West of England, where, of course, Society is remarkably exclusive, cannot do better, it is | evident, than send them to the Bath and West of England Cheese School. And manned the legal pumps. Those noble Acts (they said) would end has done Obstructions and delay, And ne’er again would litigants The piper have to pay. I remember, I remember Expenses, mountains high ; I used to think, when duly ** taxed,” They ‘d vanish by-and-by. It was a foolish confidence, But now ‘tis little joy To know that Law's as slow and dear As when I was a boy! HeNLey would he insist on being gazetted as a Major ? | name to a col- lection which contains some are certainly jnot heroic, that |express ‘‘ the simpler sen- ithe more elemental emotions” (I use Mr. | Hentey’s prefatory words), and are scarcely the sort of verse that boys are likely, or | ought to care about. as. LEY guards himself on the score of bis ‘personal equation’? —I trust his boys understand what he means. sonal equation makes me doubt whether Mr. Heniey has done well in including such pieces as, for instance, Hernert’s ‘* Memento Mori,” Curran’s *‘ The Deserter,” Swix- | shall feel deeply grateful. And how, in the |name of all that is or ever was heroic, ** Auld Lang Syne” crept into this collec- tion of heroic verse ? f 7 | Austrx, I cannot think by what right he | .. | secures a place in such a compi | rarely read a piece of his which did not con- tain at least one glari | Life Worth Living?” | herds,” which (in compliance with the obvious | necessities of rhyme, ut for no other reason) “ Wend homeward with unweary feet, Carolling like the birds.” Further on we find that - | celebrated poems. made to masq Greece”; ‘* Auld Lang Syne” becomes “* The His selection, it seems to me, is open to grave | censure, on broader grounds than | personally equational of which he ey is choppings, and sub-titles, and so are not commendable. |history has aprmaty ordain % ‘*out,”’ both Camppett and Macavray. Was Ow tue Trarty.—It is suggested that in| the shade of Macavtay disturbed when he future M.P. should stand for Minor Poet. | learnt that Mr. Henxey considered his “‘ Battle | Would this satisfy Mr. Lewrs Moris? Or | of Naseby” both “ vicious and ugly”? = R and The following Page. To be sure, Mr. My own per- has As for Mr. ALFRrep lation. I have infelicity. In ‘* Js e tells us of ‘* blithe England’s trident-sceptre roams Her territorial seas,” |merely because the unfortunate sceptre has | | to rhyme somehow to ‘** English homes.” But I have a further complaint against Mr. He presumes, in the most fantastic to alter the well-known titles of ** The Isles of Greece” is uerade as *‘ The Glory that was ife,”’ and ** Tom Bowline”’ is con- his part well. His manner is bad. the mere and forth, The iron should first patronise, and then Baroxw DE Boox-Woxrms & Co. im no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and there will be no exception,

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