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No. II." /></a> +<h4>MAXIMS FOR THE BAR. No. II.</h4> +<p>"Always laugh at the Judge's jokes. It is not upon such an occasion that +his Lordship observes that he <i>will</i> <span class="smcap">NOT</span> have the Court turned into a +theatre."</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<h2>JUSTISS FOR THE PORE.</h2> + +<p>I've jest been told another staggerer. Well, it seems then that, in one +of the werry largest and werry poppularest of all the Citty Parishes, +sum grand old Cristian Patriots of the holden times left lots of money, +when they was ded, and didn't want it no more, to be given to the Pore +of the Parish, for warious good and charitable hobjecs, such as for +rewarding good and respectabel Female Servants as managed to keep their +places for at least four years, in despite of rampageous Marsters, and +crustaceous Missuses; also for selling Coles to werry Pore Peeple at +sumthink like four pence per hundredweight, be the reglar price what it +may; also for paying what's called, I think, premeums for putting Pore +Boys or Pore Gals as aprentisses to warious trades, so as to lern and +laber truly to get a good living when they growd up, insted of loafing +about in dirt and hignorence; likewise for allowing little pensions to +poor old women as is a striving all their mite and main to keep +themselves out of the hated Workhouse; and there are seweral other +similar good purposes as the good Citizens of old left their money for, +and hundreds if not thowsands of pore but honest men and women has had +good cause to be grateful to 'em for their kind and pious thortfulness.</p> + +<p>Well, I hardly xpecs to be bleeved when I says, that a law has been +passed that allows sutten werry respectabel but werry hignerant Gents, +called Charity Commissioners, to sweep away ewerry one of those truly +charitable hinstitutions, and to make use of all this money somewheres +else, and for sum other objecs, and for sum other peeple!</p> + +<p>I ain't so werry much supprized as I ort to be, to learn that the ouse +of Commons—ouse of "Short Commons," I shud call 'em—has passed this +most wicked Law, <i>cos werry pore peeple ain't got no votes</i>; but I do +confess as I am supprised at the most respectabel and harrystocrattick +House of Lords a condesendin not merely to rob a pore man of his Beer, +but to rob a poor Made Servant of her 2 Ginneys reward for behaviour +like a Angel for four long weary years in the same place, be it a good +'un or a werry ard 'un, and to purwent a lot of pore hard working Men +and Women from getting their little stock of Coles in at about a quarter +of the reglar price! In course it ain't to be supposed as Washupfool +Books and Honnerabel Markisses can know or care much about the price of +Coals, altho there is one Most Honnerabel Markis, from whom I bort a +hole Tun larst year at rayther a high figger, who coud have told em, and +shood have told em all about it, tho' praps he's agin cheap Coles on +principal. And besides all this, it won't I shood think, be a werry +plezzant thort to come across a Noble Dook's or a Wirtuous Wiscount's +mind—if such eminent swells has em, like the rest on us—when they sees +a lot of dirty raggid boys and gals a loafing about the streets, to +think that if the money that was left hundreds of years ago by good men, +had been still used <i>as it was ordered to be used</i>, and has been used +for sentrys, these same raggid boys and gals wood have bin a learning of +some useful trade by which they might have hearnd a desent living.</p> + +<p>In course I can hear, with my mind's ear, as <i>Amlet</i> says, my thowsends +of simperthising readers shouting out, "What's the use of your crying +over spilt milk?" Well, none, of course, but I happens to have herd that +there's still <i>jest one chance left</i>. It seems that there is what's +called, I think, "<i>a appeal</i>" to sum werry heminent Swells called "the +Lords of the uncommon Counsel on Eddication," and the kind-hearted +Church Wardens, as I has before eluded to, means to make one; and ewery +kind-hearted Cristian Man and Woman as reads my truthful statement, and +can feel, as me, and Lords, and Ladies as well, can, and ort to, and +must feel, will wish 'em thurrur suksess in their good, and kind, and +mussiful atemt to hobtane justiss for them as carnt no hows obtane it +for theirselves.</p> + +<p class="author"><span class="smcap">Robert</span>.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2>HOW WE DO BUSINESS NOW.</h2> + +<h4>BEAR COURT CHAMBERS, BULL LANE, E.C.</h4> + +<center><span class="smcap">Circular</span> 1059.</center><br /> + +<center><span class="smcap">Telegraphic Address</span>—SPIDER.</center> + +<center><span class="smcap">Telephone Number</span>—BILLION.</center> + +<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Sir</span>,—Now is <i>the</i> time to remit to me for the forthcoming big +movements I intend to make during the current Month. If my last Circular +proved true down to the very last letter, this one will be ten times +truer. What did I say last month? I said there would be a big rise in +Boomerang Rails, which were then at 11¾. In 57½ hours after my +Circular was issued they had risen to 110-7/16, and many of my clients +made thousands of pounds. One of them actually making the magnificent +sum of £27,876 11s. 4¼<i>d.</i> I love to be accurate, so I give the exact +amount.</p> + +<p>Now is the time, I repeat. No one out of the millions of clients, from +an Exalted Lady, whom delicacy forbids me to name, down to the junior +waiter at the Pomona, ever lost by coming to me. I also advised, and I +repeat it this month,</p> + +<h4>CHUCKSTER TOLL BAR BINKSES.</h4> + +<p>They were hardly quoted on the Stock Exchange—hardly known even—when I +took them up on the 1st of April last year. Where are they now? At 119! +And they will move on to 219 before the year ends. I have means of +information possessed by none besides me. I have a wire of my own laid +on to every Embassy house on the Continent; every <i>attaché</i>, every +dragoman is my correspondent, and more than one Crowned Head has +honoured me with the secrets of his last Council, or of his resolves on +War or Peace. I myself am a Power. I can make and unmake and ruin homes +as well as any Czar or Emperor.</p> + +<blockquote>But I bind the clients who trust me with bands of iron.<br /> + +Again I say buy</blockquote> + +<h4>CHUCKSTER TOLL BAR BINKSES.</h4> + +<p>Remit the necessary Cover to me at once. Small sums combined make large +ones, and you cannot be in too soon. Five-pence (a sum you would throw +at a crossing-sweeper) covers Five Pounds. Here is my scale:—</p> + +<div class='centered table'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="scale of charges"> +<tr><td> £1</td><td>covers</td><td> £1000.</td></tr> +<tr><td> £5</td><td> "</td><td> £5000.</td></tr> +<tr><td>£20</td><td> "</td><td>£200,000.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>But send me whatever you like, and it will prove the most important act +of your life; one you will never forget.</p> + +<blockquote>Again I say buy</blockquote> + +<h4>CHUCKSTER TOLL BAR BINKSES.</h4> + +<p>There is fascination in their very name. Don't do the thing weakly. Act +on the advice of that great man <span class="smcap">Barry Lyndon</span>, and speculate grandly. +Take the history of one out of thousands of fortunes made by me for +others:—</p> + +<p>A BANK CLERK, hard up, desperately pressed by his duns, had received a +small remittance from his father, a struggling Clergyman. The sum +amounted to £50, just enough to pay the young fellow's bills, and leave +him a paltry sovereign. Do you think he was such a fool as to have read +my Circular in vain? He very wisely brought the money to me. I bought +Boomerangs at 11¾. In 57½ hours that young man was a +<i>millionnaire</i>. He has magnificent chambers on the Embankment; shows +himself in the Row at the present time; would not look at a cigar under +half-a-crown; and has not entirely forgotten the claims of his family, +for to my knowledge he has remitted several pounds to his younger +brothers.—Again I say,</p> + +<h4>BUY BOOMERANGS OR CHUCKSTERS.</h4> + +<p>One Word of Caution, and I conclude Circular 1059. <span class="smcap">Be very Cautious of +Some People I know</span>. Once trust yourself to them, and it is all +U.P.—Wire immediately (<i>and send the necessary cover</i>) to</p> + +<p class="regards">Yours truly,</p> + +<p class="author">ZACH. SPYDUR.</p> + +<p>P.S.—When once you have tasted the joys of speculation, you will think +and care for nothing else. The click of the Tape Machine is music to +you. I have one going all night in my bed-room.</p> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Suggestion for Advertisement of St. James's Theatre</span>.—"<i>As You Like +It</i>",—come and see it!</p><br /> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 55%"> +<h4>MADAME DIOGENES.</h4> +<a href="images/134.png"> +<img src="images/134.png" width="100%" alt="MADAME DIOGENES" /></a><br /><br /> +<p><i>Diogenes.</i> What are these better possessions you speak of?</p> +<p><i>Krates.</i> Wisdom, self-sufficiency, truth, plain-speaking, freedom.</p> +<blockquote><span class="smcap">Lucian's</span> <i>Dialogues of the Dead</i>.</blockquote> +</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ah! Madame La France, after trials all round</p> +<p class="i2">Of great Chiefs and their squabbling political progenies,</p> +<p class="i0">Like him of Sinope, at last you are found</p> +<p class="i2">With lantern in hand, a true Lady Diogenes.</p> +<p class="i0">The precinct is dark, and seems growing still dimmer,</p> +<p class="i0">Your wandering light shows a devious glimmer.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">A right Honest Man? He was scarce in the Courts.</p> +<p class="i2">He seems very nearly as scarce in the Caucuses.</p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +<p class="i0">You've had leaders of late of all sizes and sorts,</p> +<p class="i2">And the gloom of the outlook is utter as Orcus's.</p> +<p class="i0">Imperial, Royalist, Red Flag or White,</p> +<p class="i0">Not one of them leads La Belle France to the light.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Wisdom, truth and plain-speaking? Ah, where are they found?</p> +<p class="i2">As scarce in these days as is genuine freedom!</p> +<p class="i0">They all prate of Honour, yet Honour all round</p> +<p class="i2">They'll sell for the first mess of pottage from Edom.</p> +<p class="i0">Well, Madame, <i>Punch</i> wishes you luck with your lantern,</p> +<p class="i0">And up, soon or late, may a true Honest Man turn!</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<h2>STANZAS TO RHUBARB.</h2> + +<center>(<i>By The O'Greedy.</i>)</center> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">O bright new-comer, I have seen,</p> +<p class="i2">I see thee, and rejoice;</p> +<p class="i0">Though what the coster-man may mean</p> +<p class="i2">I judge not, by his voice.</p> +<p class="i0">I see thee, and to either eye</p> +<p class="i2">The tears unbidden start;</p> +<p class="i0">O rhubarb! shall I call thee pie,</p> +<p class="i2">Or art thou truly tart?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">I was not wont thy charms to see</p> +<p class="i2">When childhood stubborn stood</p> +<p class="i0">Fix'd in the faith, that thou must be</p> +<p class="i2">Too wholesome to be good.</p> +<p class="i0">Just as we loved the cloying jam,</p> +<p class="i2">By no effects dismay'd,</p> +<p class="i0">Regarding as a bitter sham</p> +<p class="i2">The honest marmalade.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">When daffodillies deck the shops,</p> +<p class="i2">And hyacinths indoors</p> +<p class="i0">Recall the flavour of the drops</p> +<p class="i2">We used to suck by scores</p> +<p class="i0">(Pear-drops they were,—a subtle blend</p> +<p class="i2">Of hyacinthine smell,</p> +<p class="i0">And the banana's blackest end,—</p> +<p class="i2">We loved them, and were well);</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">When chrysalis-buds are folded thick,</p> +<p class="i2">And crocuses awake,</p> +<p class="i0">And, like celestial almonds, stick</p> +<p class="i2">In Flora's tipsy-cake;</p> +<p class="i0">Before the crews are on the Thames,</p> +<p class="i2">The swallows on the wing,</p> +<p class="i0">The radiant rhubarb-bundle flames,</p> +<p class="i2">The lictor-rod of Spring.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Still, still reluctant Winter keeps</p> +<p class="i2">Some chill surprise in store,</p> +<p class="i0">And Spring through frosty curtain peeps</p> +<p class="i2">On snowdrifts at her door;</p> +<p class="i0">The full moon smites the leafless trees,</p> +<p class="i2">So full, it bursts with light,</p> +<p class="i0">Till the sharp shadows seem to freeze</p> +<p class="i2">Along the highway white.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Yet the keen wind has heard the song</p> +<p class="i2">Of summer far away.</p> +<p class="i0">And, though he's got the music wrong,</p> +<p class="i2">We know what he would say.</p> +<p class="i0">For in the vegetable cart</p> +<p class="i2">Thy radiant stalks we spy.</p> +<p class="i0">O rhubarb, should we call thee tart,</p> +<p class="i2">Or art thou merely pie?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">And why not so? The cushat dove</p> +<p class="i2">To such a shrine we trust,</p> +<p class="i0">Though in dumb protest she will shove</p> +<p class="i2">Her tootsies through the crust;</p> +<p class="i0">And larks, that sing at Heaven's gate</p> +<p class="i2">When April clouds are high,</p> +<p class="i0">Not seldom gain the gourmet's plate</p> +<p class="i2">Through portals of the pie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">So thou, sweet harbinger of Spring,</p> +<p class="i2">Gules of her blazon'd field,</p> +<p class="i0">If in a pie thy praise we sing,</p> +<p class="i2">To worthy fate wilt yield.</p> +<p class="i0">Enough! I sing; let others eat:</p> +<p class="i2">Be mine the poet's lot.</p> +<p class="i0">The thought of thee is all too sweet—</p> +<p class="i2">The taste of thee is not.</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 60%"> +<a href="images/135.png"> +<img src="images/135.png" width="100%" alt="NO FEAR FOR THE CONSCIENCE CLAUSE" /></a> +<h4>NO FEAR FOR THE CONSCIENCE CLAUSE.</h4> +<p><i>Priest</i> (<i>teaching Catechism in Catholic School</i>). "<span class="smcap">Now, Saunders, +repeat the Ten</span>——" <i>All the other Boys.</i> "<span class="smcap">Please, Father, this 'ere +Boy's a Pro's'tant</span>!!"</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<h2>"I'LL CALL THEE HAMLET."</h2> + +<p>Mr. <span class="smcap">Benson</span>, the enterprising young Lessee of the Globe Theatre, on two +evenings of the week affords a spectacle of the greatest possible +interest to every Shakspearian student. His <i>Hamlet</i> is rather given to +noisy declamation when greatly moved, but, barring this, seems to be a +thoroughly good-natured harmless creature, who, as fond of dabbling in +private theatricals, would probably be hailed as an acquisition at the +Meistersingers Club and cognate institutions. The innovations introduced +into the action relieve the gloom of the Tragedy. Take for instance, the +treatment of <i>Ophelia</i>, which is full of quiet humour. That she should +look as old as <i>Hamlet's</i> Mother, is of course, accidental, and is +purely attributable to the Globe <i>Gertrude</i> being exceptionally comely +and youthful, still it has a very quaint effect. But the idea of the +unfortunate maid, after she has committed suicide, being carried <i>à la</i> +<span class="smcap">Guy Faux</span> into the throne-room with a sort of "See what we have found" +air, is broadly comic. The funeral with its "maimed rites," is also very +funny. Apparently, the Bishop (whose garb, by the way, seems to be a +compromise between an eccentric Jewish Rabbi and that of a decidedly +demented Roman Catholic Priest) has "contracted" for the procession, +with the result of collecting together a heterogeneous company, +consisting of modern High Church curates, a few members of some humorous +Confraternity, and a sprinkling of other amusing grotesques. But the fun +reaches its climax, when the body of <i>Ophelia</i> herself is produced in, +what seemed to me to be, <i>a hamper</i>! The above example of what is being +done twice a week in Newcastle Street, Strand, will show how well worthy +of the scholar's notice is the present revival of <i>Hamlet</i> at the Globe +Theatre. As actors, Mr. <span class="smcap">Benson's</span> company are not entirely satisfactory. +As thinkers, however, they are worthy of the greatest possible respect. +Under these circumstances, it is to be hoped, that should they +ultimately, for sufficient reason, decide to give up acting, they will +yet resolve to continue what they do so well, and, in three words—go on +thinking.</p> + +<p class="regards">(<i>Signed</i>)</p> + +<p class="author"><span class="smcap">Bene Vestitus</span>.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Covent Gardening Prospects</span>.—The prospectus of the Italian Opera Season +lies on <i>Mr. Punch's</i> table; but though this is its attitude, there is +no reason to doubt the truthfulness of its statements. More anon. <i>En +attendant</i>, we may say that the stage-management, in the hands of +<span class="smcap">Augustus Druriolanus</span>, is a guarantee for the excellence of the +<i>mises-en-scène</i>, of the misses-<i>en-scène</i>, and of the +"hits"-<i>en-scène</i>.</p> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> + +<h2>MODERN TYPES.</h2> + +<center>(<i>By Mr. Punch's Own Type-Writer.</i>)<br /><br /> + +No. V.—THE DILETTANTE.</center> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 30%"> +<a href="images/136.png"> +<img src="images/136.png" width="100%" alt="cartoon" /></a> +</div> + +<p>The Modern Dilettante will have been in boyhood a shorn lamb, for whom +it was necessary to temper the wind of an English education by a liberal +admixture of foreign travel. A prolonged course of interrupted studies +will have filled him with culture, whilst a distaste for serious effort, +whether mental or physical, and an innate capacity for mastering no +subject thoroughly will have produced in him that special refinement +which is to the Dilettante as a trade-stamp to Britannia metal. In +after-life, he will speak with regretful fondness, and with an accuracy +which he fails to apply to other matters of his "days" (four in number) +at a German University, and will submit with cheerfulness to the +reputation of having drunk deep from the muddy fountains of metaphysical +speculation, which are as abundant and as ineffective in Germany, as her +springs of mineral water.</p> + +<p>Having passed his period of storm and stress without committing any of +those follies or indulging in any of those excesses by which the parents +of ordinary young men are afflicted, he will arrive without reproach at +the borders of an apparently blameless middle age, and, finding himself +after the death of his father, in the enjoyment of a settled income of +considerable size, he will set up in life as an acknowledged amateur of +all that is truly precious. In order that nothing may be wanting to him +for the proper pursuit of this calling, he will gather round him a +little band of boneless enthusiasts, who after paying due devotion to +themselves, and to one another, will join him in worshipping the dead or +living nonentities whose laurelled photographs adorn his rooms. He will +cover his couches with soft silks, his walls will be hung with +impressionist etchings and engravings of undraped ladies of French +origin, <i>terra-cotta</i> statuettes principally of the young Apollo, will +be placed in every corner, and a marble bust of the young <span class="smcap">Augustus</span> will +occupy the place of honour next to the grand piano, on which, will be +ranged the framed cabinet photographs of interesting young men. Each +photograph will bear upon it an appropriate inscription, announcing it +to be, for instance, a gift "From <span class="smcap">Bobby</span> to <span class="smcap">Toddlekins</span>." Nothing more is +necessary for the perfect life of dilettantism, except to settle an +afternoon for tea, and an evening for music. When this is done the +Dilettante is complete.</p> + +<p>It is curious, however, that although he aims at being considered a +poet, an artist, a dramatist, and a musical composer, the Dilettante +rather affects the society of those who are amateurs of imperfect +development, than of those who have attained fame by professional +effort. Yet since his nature is tolerant, he does not exclude the latter +from the scope of his benevolence, and they may occasionally be seen at +his parties, wondering how so strange a medley of second-rate +incompetencies can have been gathered together into one room.</p> + +<p>It is noticeable, that the Dilettante loves the society of ladies, and +is not averse to encouraging amongst his intimates the belief, which +none of them holds though all express it, that he is in reality a +terrible fellow and much given to the destruction of domestic happiness. +He finds a sense of rest and security in fancying that he is suspected +of an intrigue. But it is somewhat remarkable, that the evil tongues +which make sad havoc of many unwilling reputations are very slow to +gratify the willing Dilettante in this respect. No Dilettante can be +considered genuine, unless he expresses a pitying contempt for +everything that is characteristically English, and for the unfortunate +English who are imbued with the prejudices of their native land. He +gives a practical expression to his scorn by quavering in a reedy voice, +the feeble <i>chansonnettes</i> of an inferior French composer, and by +issuing a volume of poems in which the laws of English Grammar are +trampled under foot, and the restrictions of English metre are defied. +In his lyrical effusions he breathes the passionate desire of a great +soul for Love that is not of the earth. He aspires to the stars, and +invokes the memory of dead heroes, his intimates. He sets out to win +imperishable glory amidst the embattled ranks of his country's foes. He +lashes the cold and cruel heartlessness of the world with a noble scorn. +He addresses the skeletons of departed friends with passionate longing. +He finds that life and its gaudy pleasures are as dust and ashes in the +mouth.</p> + +<p>Having read these efforts to an admiring circle, he betakes himself with +infinite zest to the discussion of aesthetic tittle-tattle over a cup of +tea and a toasted bun. "Dear fellow," his friends will say of him at +such a moment, "he is so etherial; and his eyes, did you observe that +far-away, rapt look in them?" They will then take pleasure in persuading +one another without much difficulty, that they are the fine flower of +created beings.</p> + +<p>The Dilettante, moreover, is a constant attendant at the first nights of +certain theatres. He figures with equal regularity as a large element in +the society gossip of weekly journals. He is a delicate eater and never +drinks too much out of the Venetian glasses, which his butler ruthlessly +breaks after the manner of domestics. There is amongst the inner circle +of the Dilettanti a jargon, both of voice and of gesture, which passes +muster as humour, but is unintelligible to the outer world of burly +Philistines. They dangle hands rather than shake them, and emphasise +their meaning by delicate finger-taps. Their phrases are distinguished +by a plaintive cadence which is particularly to be remarked in their +pronunciation of the word "dear."</p> + +<p>At charitable concerts in aristocratic drawing-rooms the Dilettante is +in great request. On these occasions, he astonishes and delights his +friends with a new song, of which, he will have composed both the words +and the music, if he may be believed, whilst he was leaning from his +casement "watching the procession of the moon-lit clouds." He sometimes +smokes cigarettelets (a word must be coined to express their size and +strength), but he never attempts cigars, and loathes the homely pipe. In +gait and manner he affects a mincing delicacy, by which he seeks to +impress the thoughtless with a sense of his superior refinement. In +later life, he is apt to lose his hair, and to disguise the ravages of +time upon his cheeks by the aid of <i>rouge</i>. Yet he deceives nobody, and +having grown stout and wheezy is eventually carried off by a common cold +in an odour of <i>pastilles</i>. He will be buried in a wicker-work coffin +covered with lilies, and a rival Dilettante having written a limp and +limping sonnet to his memory, will take his evening.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2>COMIC SLAUGHTER!</h2> + +<center>(<i>The Story of the Next Battle, written in advance for Next Month's +"Powder Magazine," by a Soldier in the Ranks.</i>)</center> + +<p>The Victory of Rumtumidity was certainly one of the most amusing things +I ever saw in my life. We landed at six o'clock in the evening, and +finding a grog-shop, were soon gone coons. Speaking for myself, I saw +the colours of the Regiment magnified by twenty! Well, we were ordered +to march, and off we started, staggering along in fine style. Out came +the moon, and one of us fell down in a dead faint.</p> + +<p>"Suffering from sunstroke!" said the Surgeon, who was a Welsh Irishman. +"Leave him in the sand, and he will soon come to himself when he finds +you gone—if he doesn't, the vultures will hasten his movements."</p> + +<p>This jest made us all laugh. Our Captain hearing one of us roaring a +trifle too loud, put his sword through him. Immense!</p> + +<p>We marched along to the music of the prisoners, who yelled out bravely +when they were prodded by the guards set over them.</p> + +<p>"Did you see the like!" said <span class="smcap">Tim O'Flanagan</span> (from Edinburgh), who, no +doubt, would have developed the idea, had not his head at that moment +been carried off by a cannon-ball. Very comic!</p> + +<p>"Now, my lads," said our Captain, who wasn't much of an orator, "look +here—England expects every man to do his duty; and, if you don't, why +<i>I</i> am having you all watched, and, as sure as beans is beans, the +laggards will be bayoneted."</p> + +<p>This little speech had the desired effect, especially after it had been +strengthened by a double ration of grog.</p> + +<p>Then came the order to charge. We charged, and killed everyone we saw, +including our own officers. This simplified matters. A little later the +whole place was in our hands. Rumtumidity was taken!</p> + +<p>Then came the order to bury the dead. But we did more—<i>we buried the +living with them</i>! Oh, how it made us laugh! Then came supper, and we +amused ourselves by telling to one another our adventures. I was just +recounting how I had emptied the pockets of a deceased officer, +when—"whisk!"—up came a cannon-ball and struck me! I was able to say +nothing more at that time; as, when the cannon-ball had passed, I found +it had left me defunct! And I have been dead ever since. My companion +and chum, whose name I must not give without permission, will vouch for +every word I've said.</p> + +<p class="regards">(<i>Signed</i>)</p> + +<p class="author"><span class="smcap">A. Munchausen</span>,<br /> + +<i>Late Lance-Ensign, the Lincoln Longbowers</i>.</p> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> + +<h2>"ENGLISH, YOU KNOW, QUITE ENGLISH."</h2> + +<p>Perhaps, the good old rule that, "You should never look a gift-horse in +the mouth," cannot be so rigorously applied to gifts of pictures to the +Nation as to other things. Nevertheless, Mr. <span class="smcap">Tate's</span> munificent proffer +of his Collection to the National Gallery, is surely too good a thing to +be missed through matters of mere detail. <i>Mr. Punch's</i> view is—well, +despite <i>Touchstone's</i> attack on "the very false gallop of verses," +there are two things that come most insinuatingly in metre; offers of +love, and of friendly advice:—</p> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">English</span> Art no longer paints</p> +<p class="i0">Those "squint-eyed Byzantine saints"</p> +<p class="i0">Mr. <span class="smcap">Orrock</span> so disparages.</p> +<p class="i0">Martyrdoms and Cana Marriages</p> +<p class="i0">Over-stock our great Art Gallery,</p> +<p class="i0">Giving ground for <span class="smcap">Orrock's</span> raillery.</p> +<p class="i0">Scenes in desert dim, or dun stable,</p> +<p class="i0">Than Green English lanes by <span class="smcap">Constable</span></p> +<p class="i0">Are less welcome, or brown rocks</p> +<p class="i0">And grey streams by <span class="smcap">David Cox</span>.</p> +<p class="i0">Saint Sebastian's death? Far sweeter</p> +<p class="i0">Sylvan scenes by honest <span class="smcap">Peter</span>;</p> +<p class="i0">There's a charm in dear <span class="smcap">De Wint</span></p> +<p class="i0">Cannot be conveyed in print.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Verdant landscapes, sea-scapes cool,</p> +<p class="i0">Painted by the English School.</p> +<p class="i0">Must be welcome to our British</p> +<p class="i0">Taste, which is not grim or skittish;</p> +<p class="i0">Rather Philistine, it may be.</p> +<p class="i0">Sweet on cornfields and the Baby;</p> +<p class="i0">Yet of <span class="smcap">Romney's</span> grace no spurner,</p> +<p class="i0">Or the golden dreams of <span class="smcap">Turner</span>.</p> +<p class="i0">Moral? Will a moral, bless us!</p> +<p class="i0">Comes like that old shirt of <span class="smcap">Nessus</span>.</p> +<p class="i0">Still, here goes! An Art-official</p> +<p class="i0">Should be genial, but judicial.</p> +<p class="i0">When an Art-Collection's national,</p> +<p class="i0">It is obviously rational</p> +<p class="i0">It should be a bit eclectic,</p> +<p class="i0">Weeding out the crude or hectic.</p> +<p class="i0">He who'd have his country's honour,</p> +<p class="i0">As a liberal Art-donor,</p> +<p class="i0">Thinks more of his country's fame</p> +<p class="i0">Than of <i>his</i> particular name.</p> +<p class="i0">Would you win true reputation</p> +<p class="i0">As benefactor of the Nation.</p> +<p class="i0">Trust me 'tis not "special room"</p> +<p class="i0">Keeps <i>that</i> glory in full bloom.</p> +<p class="i0"><i>Punch</i> is a plain-speaking chap;</p> +<p class="i0">Here's his view of things. <i>Verb. sap.</i>!</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 15%"> +<a href="images/137a.png"> +<img src="images/137a.png" width="100%" alt="cartoon" /></a> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Pictures in the Haymarket</span>.—"And there stood the 'tater-man, In the +midst of all the wet; A vending of his taters in the lonely Haymarket." +So sang one of the greatest of <i>Mr. Punch's</i> singers, years agone. If he +had sung in the present day, he would have substituted pictures for +'taters; for surely this pleasant thorough-fare has become a mart for +pictures and players rather than potatoes. Look in at <span class="smcap">Tooth's</span> Gallery, +and you will stay a long while, indeed you will age considerably, and +may be said to be "long in the <span class="smcap">Tooth</span>," before you come out, as you will +find the exhibition so paletteable. Then having refreshed your eye with +the spring sunshine—if there happens to be any about—you will turn +into <span class="smcap">McLean's</span> <i>salon</i> and see a marvellous picture of Jaffa, by <span class="smcap">G. +Bauernfeind</span>, and other works by English and foreign painters. The County +Council will have to change the title of this street into the A-market, +"A" standing for Art, of course.</p><br /> + +<hr /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%"> +<a href="images/137b.png"> +<img src="images/137b.png" width="100%" alt="A Fancy Portrait" /></a><br /><br /> +<p>A Fancy Portrait of my Laundress, judging by her +Handiwork.</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<h2>THE GRAND OLD HAT.</h2> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">When this old hat was new,</p> +<p class="i2">('Tis not so many years,)</p> +<p class="i0">My followers did not view</p> +<p class="i2">My course with doubts and fears.</p> +<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Chamberlain</span> then would praise,</p> +<p class="i2">And <span class="smcap">Henry James</span> was true;</p> +<p class="i0">Ah! this was in the days</p> +<p class="i2">When this old hat was new.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">When this old hat was new</p> +<p class="i2">My head was smaller—yes!</p> +<p class="i0">Now I'd have much ado</p> +<p class="i2">To get it on, I guess.</p> +<p class="i0">The cause I cannot tell,</p> +<p class="i2">I only know 'tis true;</p> +<p class="i0">My head has seemed to swell</p> +<p class="i2">Since this old hat was new.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Perhaps, as some maintain,</p> +<p class="i2">My cranium may have grown,</p> +<p class="i0">Owing to stretch of brain,</p> +<p class="i2">Or thickening of bone.</p> +<p class="i0">"The hat has shrunk?" Eh? What?</p> +<p class="i2"><i>That</i> nonsense will not do!</p> +<p class="i0">My head <i>has</i> grown, a lot,</p> +<p class="i2">Since this old hat was new.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">What <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span> dares to call,</p> +<p class="i2">In wrath, my "traitorous" head,</p> +<p class="i0">Is "growing still," that's all;</p> +<p class="i2">(Of "<span class="smcap">Marian</span>" this was said)</p> +<p class="i0">My cranial vertex flat?</p> +<p class="i2">Pah! Tories may pooh-pooh;</p> +<p class="i0">I wore a smaller hat</p> +<p class="i2">When this old hat was new!</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">The New Bishop of Durham.—Westcott</span> and,—no, Bishops don't wear +them—so His Reverend Lordship will be known as "<span class="smcap">Westcott</span> and Apron."</p><br /> + +<hr /> + +<h2>ODE ON A BLACK BALL.</h2> + +<center>(<i>A Fragment, some way after Addison, picked up in the neighbourhood of +the Athenæum Club.</i>)</center> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">What though in solemn silence all</p> +<p class="i0">Drop in the dark the fatal ball?</p> +<p class="i0">What though no overt voice or sound</p> +<p class="i0">Amidst the voting throng be found?</p> +<p class="i0">In reason's ear they speak of choice,</p> +<p class="i0">And utter forth a boding voice,</p> +<p class="i0">Saying, as silent they recline,</p> +<p class="i0">"Your company we must decline!"</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Piping Times for the Empire.</span>—The bagpipes were not heard playing, "<i>The +Campbells are Coming</i>," at the relief of Lucknow. Why? Because the +regiment hadn't got any. The regimental bagpipes were first introduced +by Mr. <span class="smcap">Boucicault</span>, in his drama of <i>The Relief of Lucknow</i> (that was the +subject, whatever the name might have been) at Astley's. Miss <span class="smcap">Amy +Roselle's</span> recitation of the thrilling story specially written for her by +Mr. <span class="smcap">Savile Clarke</span> is most dramatic, and thrills the audience at the +Empire. The journalistic discussion, as to the pipes, comes in very +appropriately, and will assist to raise the wind and pay the piper. This +recitation, is a great "Relief" to the ordinary Music-hall +entertainments, and the Empire has "Luck now."</p><br /> + +<hr /> + +<h2>"PROPRIA QUÆ MARIBUS."</h2> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Penthesilea</span> straddling on the pigskin?</p> +<p class="i2">Surely a male biped need not dwell</p> +<p class="i0">In a prejudiced pedantic prig's skin,</p> +<p class="i2">Not to like that prospect passing well.</p> +<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Carlyle</span>, who scoffed at Man, had deemed it caddish</p> +<p class="i0">To picture <i>Woman</i> as "a mere forked radish."</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Dear Diana after hounds a riding</p> +<p class="i2">Like—a clothes-peg on a clothes-line? Nay!</p> +<p class="i0">Rub out all unnatural laws dividing</p> +<p class="i2">Sex from sex,—'tis the World's drift to-day.</p> +<p class="i0">Let ladies mount the 'bus, or Hansom Cab it,</p> +<p class="i0">But let not custom new banish old Habit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Paint, write poems, pose as prandial wit, Ma'am,</p> +<p class="i2">Perorate upon the public platform;</p> +<p class="i0">Even in the County Council sit, Ma'am,</p> +<p class="i2">If Law lets you, and your taste takes that form;</p> +<p class="i0">But take <i>Punch's</i> tip, and do not straddle;</p> +<p class="i0">Stick to common-sense and the side-saddle.</p> +</div></div> +<br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 20%"> +<a href="images/137c.png"> +<img src="images/137c.png" width="100%" alt="Lines on the Labour Conference" /></a> +</div> + +<h4>Lines on the Labour Conference.</h4> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">The youthful German Emperor may try</p> +<p class="i2">By Socialistic plans to prop his rule.</p> +<p class="i0">Some think 'twill all result in a great cry,</p> +<p class="i2">And little (Berlin) wool.</p> +<p class="i0">Still, all good souls will wish young <span class="smcap">William</span> luck.</p> +<p class="i2">The Teutons may not relish Swiss suggestion,</p> +<p class="i0">But anyhow it shows the Emperor's pluck</p> +<p class="i2">In handling <i>Berne</i>-ing questions.</p> +</div></div><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<center><i>Q.</i> Shall Privates in uniform be admitted to the stalls and boxes in +theatres? <i>A.</i> Certainly, if covered with "Orders." Private Boxes +henceforth will be Boxes for Privates.</center><br /> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%"> +<a href="images/138.png"> +<img src="images/138.png" width="100%" alt="WEATHER STUDIES" /></a> +<h4>WEATHER STUDIES.</h4> +</div> + +<div class="centered table"> +<table summary="WEATHER STUDIES"> +<tr><td>"<span class="smcap">Only a Face at a Window!" </span></td><td> | </td> +<td> <span class="smcap">"Only a Face—nothing more!</span>"</td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<br /> + +<hr /> + +<h2>"GRANDOLPHO FURIOSO!"</h2> + +<center><i>Mr. Punch loquitur:—</i></center> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">"Begone brave army, don't kick up a row!"—</p> +<p class="i2"><span class="smcap">Grandolpho</span> mine, it were sheer superfluity</p> +<p class="i0">For you to <i>bid</i> your forces scatter <i>now</i>.</p> +<p class="i2">The troopers two, of curious incongruity,</p> +<p class="i0">With the long drummer, and the fifer short,</p> +<p class="i2">That formed the old stage-army were more numerous</p> +<p class="i0">Than is your following. You have given us sport</p> +<p class="i2">In many scenes, but this is hardly humorous.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">The general of <span class="smcap">Artaxominous</span></p> +<p class="i2">Was far less terrible than—well, thrasonic.</p> +<p class="i0">To tear a thing to tatters, shout and "cuss,"</p> +<p class="i2">In an assembly callous and sardonic,</p> +<p class="i0">Savours a bit too much of sheer burlesque,</p> +<p class="i2">Scarce to the level of fine acting rises.</p> +<p class="i0">The unexpected's piquant, picturesque,</p> +<p class="i2">But a sound drama is not <i>all</i> surprises.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Thought you had taken to the "Temperance" line,</p> +<p class="i2">This looks much more like angry inebriety.</p> +<p class="i0">A little freakishness is vastly fine,</p> +<p class="i2">But even of surprise there comes satiety.</p> +<p class="i0">If you and <span class="smcap">Fusbos Jennings</span> can't agree,</p> +<p class="i2">There seems small prospect of a growing Party,</p> +<p class="i0"><i>Verb. sap.</i> They thought <span class="smcap">Bombastes</span> dead, you see.</p> +<p class="i2">But the <i>finale</i> found him up, and hearty!</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Out of It.</span>—The Amazons who doff the skirt, and don the, the—other +things, can never be considered in Rotten Row as "<i>habituées</i>."</p> +<br /> + +<hr /> + +<h2>HE CAN'T ALP IT!</h2> + +<blockquote><p>"My only desire is to meet you on the terms on which long ago we +stood when you gallantly offered to take me up the +Matterhorn."—<i>Mr. Gladstone's Letter to Professor Tyndall.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p>Mr. <span class="smcap">Gladstone</span> <i>and</i> Professor <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span> <i>discovered seated on the edge of +a Crevasse</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. Gladstone.</i> I didn't know a glacier was so frightfully slippery.</p> + +<p><i>Prof. Tyndall.</i> Slippery—ha! Like <i>some</i> politicians I might mention!</p> + +<p><i>Mr. Gladstone.</i> That last avalanche, too, bowled us over so neatly that +I feel distinctly limp.</p> + +<p><i>Prof. Tyndall (severely).</i> You should try and avoid this "subserviency +to outside influences." I always do.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. Gladstone (ignoring the remark).</i> What range is that over there?</p> + +<p><i>Prof. Tyndall.</i> The Pennine Alps, stoopid! From their name they would +seem a suitable residence for a person who scribbles twaddle in +Magazines—ahem! No personal allusion, of course.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. Gladstone (gaily).</i> Of course not! But isn't it rather dangerous +sitting here, with that bank of snow just above us? Suppose it came down +on us!</p> + +<p><i>Prof. Tyndall.</i> As the Judges came down on your Parnellite allies, eh? +Perhaps, as we're getting to some nasty places, we might be tied +together now.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. Gladstone (warmly).</i> Quite so. A union of hearts, in fact.</p> + +<p class="salute">[<i>After a few hours' more climbing, they reach the summit of the +Matterhorn.</i></p> + +<p><i>Prof. Tyndall.</i> Sorry to leave you, but you see I only promised to take +you up, not to see you safe down again. Ta, ta! I may as well mention +that I consider you a "ubiquitous blast-furn——"</p> + +<p class="salute">[<i>Disappears suddenly over the edge.</i></p> + +<p><i>Mr. Gladstone.</i> Dear me! what dreadful language! And he appears to have +cut the rope! He must be a Separatist, after all! If it were <span class="smcap">Pitt</span>, now, +I should call his conduct rather "base and blackguardly." Perhaps I +shall meet the "Professor at the Tea-Table"—at Zermatt!</p> +<p class="salute">[<i>Descends cautiously.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<h2>THE BURGLAR'S BACK.<sup><a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></sup></h2> + +<blockquote><p>"Lord <span class="smcap">Esher</span> is greatly concerned about the probable condition of a +burglar's back after a couple of floggings."—<i>Times.</i></p></blockquote> + +<center><span class="smcap">Air</span>—"<i>Those Evening Bells.</i>"</center> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">The burglar's back, the burglar's back!</p> +<p class="i0">'Twill soon be rash a crib to crack.</p> +<p class="i0"><span class="smcap">Bill Sikes</span> will sigh for happier times,</p> +<p class="i0">When "cats" were not the meed of crimes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">The burglar's back! Lord <span class="smcap">Esher</span> pales</p> +<p class="i0">When thinking of its crimson wales.</p> +<p class="i0">His feelings will not stand the strain,</p> +<p class="i0">Of dwelling on the ruffian's pain.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">The brute may "bash," the scoundrel shoot,</p> +<p class="i0">Hack with his knife, "purr" with his boot;</p> +<p class="i0">But though he "bash," or "purr," or hack,</p> +<p class="i0">You must not touch the burglar's back.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">No, let the brutal burglar burgle;</p> +<p class="i0">Whilst sentiment will calmly gurgle</p> +<p class="i0">Bland platitudes, but not attack</p> +<p class="i0">That sacred thing, the burglar's back!</p> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> +"<i>The Burglar's Back</i>"—Is he? then the sooner he's caught +and sent to penal servitude the better.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p></div> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%"> +<a href="images/139.png"> +<img src="images/139.png" width="100%" alt="GRANDOLPHO FURIOSO" /></a> +<h4>"GRANDOLPHO FURIOSO!"</h4> +<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Punch.</span> "HULLO, GRANDOLPH! I THOUGHT YOU'D TAKEN TO +'<i>TEMPERANCE</i>'!!"</p> +</div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> + +<h2>"MAY FARE WORSE!"</h2> + +<center><i>Or, The Difference between Goode and Baird.</i></center> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 20%"> +<a href="images/141.png"> +<img src="images/141.png" width="100%" alt="Chancery Practice" /></a> +<h4>Chancery Practice.</h4> +</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">What a sweet little supper!—two fire-eating "pros.,"</p> +<p class="i2">And a person "of no occupation,"</p> +<p class="i0">Who got both his eyes blacked and was cut on the nose,</p> +<p class="i2">Though "there wasn't the least provocation."</p> +<p class="i0">And they cursed and they throttled, they gouged, and they swore,</p> +<p class="i0">And they battered and bled, and they tumbled and tore,</p> +<p class="i0">And they fetched the police, and they rolled down the stair,</p> +<p class="i0">Did these blue-blooded dwellers in merry Mayfair.</p> +</div></div> + +<p>Mr. <span class="smcap">Arthur Cockburn</span> will probably not want to see Mr. <span class="smcap">Baird</span> in bed +again, the penalty being two black eyes (no relation to the two that +were lovely), and a cut nose. What's the good of being called <span class="smcap">Goode</span> if +you are going to get your eyes gouged out, and be beaten on the head +with a poker, and, in fact worsted all round? But there, if one +gentleman is "slightly intoxicated," while another is "undoubtedly +drunk," and a third is "slightly mixed," there's no knowing what may +happen. Did <span class="smcap">Goode</span> "keep his hair on" when he got hit on the head with a +poker? What a beautiful picture of genuine Mayfair manners it is! The +case is still <i>sub (Punch and) judice</i>, and Mr. Justice <i>Punch</i> reserves +his decision.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2>OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.</h2> + +<p><i>Cassell's Cabinet Portrait Gallery.</i> In Number One are met together the +Duke and Duchess of <span class="smcap">Fife, Sarah Bernhardt</span> as <i>Theodora</i>, and the +Archbishop of <span class="smcap">Canterbury</span>, the last very properly looking another way. In +Vol. II. there is rather a nice one of Mrs. <span class="smcap">Stirling</span> and <span class="smcap">Mary Anderson</span>, +but the photographer ought to have been more careful about the little +finger of <span class="smcap">Mary's</span> right hand. In Vol. III., <span class="smcap">James Payn</span>, reading a +manuscript, with his spectacles up on his forehead, is very good. The +picture of H.R.H. the Prince, in uniform, is too dark, and his +expression is severe. Charming and clever Miss <span class="smcap">Maud Millett</span> is in Part +IV., followed by the Duke of <span class="smcap">Westminster</span> and Mr. <span class="smcap">Lewis Morris</span>, the Poet +looking so awe-struck, that he must have been taken by surprise, and +been "struck like it." Miss <span class="smcap">Anna Williams</span> leads off No. V., and, to +express it musically, she is accompanied by the Duke of <span class="smcap">Connaught</span>. Sir +<span class="smcap">James Linton</span> appears for the Water-colourists. In Part VI. the face of +Mr. <span class="smcap">Frank Lockwood</span>, Q.C., M.P., is full of light and shade, more light +than shade, fortunately, and it is a really good likeness. The Duchess +of <span class="smcap">Leinster</span> looks lovely, and Sig. <span class="smcap">Piatti</span> uncommonly wise as he guards +his 'cello.</p> + +<p>Neatly and concisely done is Mr. <span class="smcap">Besant's</span> <i>Captain Cook</i>, published in +the <span class="smcap">Macmillan</span> Series of <i>English Men of Action</i>. He discovered the +Society Islands, whence, of course, are obtained our present supply of +Society Papers. The natives of these Society Islands made great use of +their Clubs, some of which proved fatal to Captain <span class="smcap">Cook</span> and his men.</p> + +<p>Captain <span class="smcap">Cook</span>, had he been alive now, would have been among the first to +appreciate <i>The Pocket Atlas</i>, in which the names of the chief places +are clear enough for all practical purposes. There are seventy-two maps, +and the publisher bears the honoured name of <span class="smcap">Walker</span>, though the map is +not specially intended for the use of pedestrians.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Macmillan & Co.'s</span> cheap edition of <span class="smcap">Charles Kingsley's</span> works is +deservedly popular; easy to carry, good clean type, so that those who +ride may read. <i>Two Years Ago</i> is just out. By the way, the same firm's +<span class="smcap">Charlotte Yonge</span> and the other <span class="smcap">Kingsley</span> Series, make a noble show in a +library, on our "noble shelves." "<span class="smcap">Mac & Co.</span>"—<i>i.e.</i>, the "Two +<span class="smcap">Macs</span>"—are to be congratulated; and, that being so, the Baron hereby and +herewith congratulates them.</p> + +<p class="author"><span class="smcap">The Baron de Book-worms.</span></p><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mr. G's. Head.</span>—A "<span class="smcap">Duke</span>" writing to the <i>St. James's Gazette</i> last +Thursday, joined in the discussion about Mr. <span class="smcap">Gladstone's</span> head, and +observed that hats shrink, and that certain hatters, exceptionally sane, +whose evidence can be trusted, allowed for the decrease in size. But do +they allow for this in the bills? Is the decrease there proportionate? +Considering what Mr. <span class="smcap">Gladstone</span> once was, a Tory of the Tories, and what +he is now, is it to be wondered at that a considerable change should +have been going on in Mr. <span class="smcap">Gladstone's</span> head? Why he is finishing poles +apart from where he commenced!</p><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<center><span class="smcap">The</span> King of the National Picture Donors is henceforth "the Potent <span class="smcap">Tate</span>."</center> +<br /> + +<hr /> + +<h2>MR. PUNCH'S DICTIONARY OF PHRASES.</h2> + +<center>(<i>Which will be found useful in explaining certain Conventional Forms of +Expression. Compiled by Professor Von Hombugh.</i>)</center><br /> + +<center><span class="smcap">Journalistic.</span></center> + +<p>"<i>The Police have a clue.</i>" <i>Meaning</i>—"The Police know nothing about +it, and are doing all they know."</p> + +<p>"<i>An exceptionally experienced Detective has charge of the case, and is +actively engaged in investigating all matters concerning it</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, +"A promoted constable in plain clothes is loafing about the neighbouring +public-houses, and standing drinks, generally without the exercise of +much discrimination, to unlikely people."</p> + +<p>"<i>A young Woman of prepossessing appearance</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "A rather showy +female."</p> + +<p>"<i>The Police are, however, very reticent about the whole affair</i>;" +<i>i.e.</i>, "When ignorance is rife, 'tis folly to give tongue."</p> + +<p>"<i>It is believed that the most important discoveries will result from +the investigations now in progress</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Nothing is known as to +whether anything is being done: but it finishes off the paragraph, and +sounds well."</p> + +<p>"<i>I am assured on the best authority, that there is no truth in the +rumour that H.S.H. the Prince of Katzendlenbogen has been laid up with +chicken-pox</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "As there's no news, I may as well invent some, +for the sake of contradicting it."</p> + +<p>"<i>As everybody knows</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "I have a certain space to fill, and +nothing new to say, so I'll tell an ancient story, or bring in +<span class="smcap">Macaulay's</span> New Zealander."</p> + +<p>"<i>As all the world knows</i>," "except myself (the writer), who has met +with the information for the first time in a most valuable book of +reference."</p> + +<p>"<i>We regret to hear that, &c.</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Our sorrow is tempered by the +fact that we are utter strangers to the individual in question, and that +his or her affliction provides us with a certain amount of 'copy.'"</p> + +<p>"<i>The hall was tastefully decorated</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, two hired flags and an +evergreen hoop.</p> + +<center><span class="smcap">Social.</span></center> + +<p>"<i>How are you? Haven't seen you for an age!</i>" <i>i.e.</i>, "Didn't expect to +see you, and didn't want to."</p> + +<p>"<i>Not at Home</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Doesn't she know that I've got a 'day?' Not +that I want to see her even <i>then</i>!"</p> + +<p>"<i>Of course I should have known it anywhere. I think you've caught the +likeness most wonderfully!</i>" <i>i.e.</i>, "Why the deuce doesn't he tell one +whom it's meant for?"</p> + +<p>"<i>Small and early</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "No supper, and something which will count +as 'a party,' at the least possible cost and trouble."</p> + +<center><span class="smcap">Theatrical.</span></center> + +<p>"<i>The Management regrets that, owing to previous arrangements, the piece +must be withdrawn in the height of its popularity</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Not +drawing a shilling, company fearfully expensive, sooner we shut up the +better."</p> + +<p>"<i>House full! Money turned away nightly</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, Crammed with paper, +two persons who wanted to pay for pit were refused admission by way of +advertising.</p> + +<p>"<i>The new Play will probably be produced during the Summer at a West End +Theatre</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "The author has had his comedy returned by every +Manager in London, with the remark, that 'although excellent, it is +scarcely suited to his present company.'"</p> + +<center><span class="smcap">Platformulars.</span></center> + +<p>"<i>It would ill become me, after the able and eloquent speech of your +Chairman</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "What on earth is the name of that retired +cheesemonger who talked rubbish, and mispronounced my name?"</p> + +<p>"<i>When I look at this splendid meeting</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "I wonder why those +back benches are empty. Some bungling on the part of the Secretary, as +usual."</p> + +<p>"<i>I shall have to return to this subject later on</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Can't +remember anything more at present."</p> + +<p>"<i>If we all work shoulder to shoulder</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Must say 'shoulder to +shoulder,' or 'shoulders to the wheel,' or, 'leave no stone unturned,' +in every speech."</p> + +<center><span class="smcap">Workmen's.</span></center> + +<p>"<i>Well, I don't care if I do!</i>" <i>i.e.</i>, "Haven't had a drink for half an +hour—waiting for you to stand treat this ten minutes past."</p> + +<p>"<i>Ah! he's a Gentleman, he is, every hinch of him!</i>" <i>i.e.</i>, He has +"parted" freely, or "tipped" liberally.</p> + +<p>"<i>He's about as stingy as they make 'em</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, He has declined to be +abominally overcharged.</p> + +<p>"<i>Could you tell me wot's about the right time, Guv'nor?</i>" <i>i.e.</i>, +"Isn't it about time to send me up some more beer?"</p> + +<center><span class="smcap">Advertising.</span></center> + +<p>"<i>A Lady is desirous of recommending</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Getting rid of."</p> + +<p>"<i>The Property of a Gentleman going abroad</i>;" <i>i.e.</i>, "Mr. <span class="smcap">Brooks</span> (of +Sheffield)."</p> + +<p>"<i>Owner's sole Reason for parting with him is</i>"—<i>i.e.</i>, "The one he +omits to mention." (<i>To be continued.</i>)</p><br /> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%"> +<a href="images/142.png"> +<img src="images/142.png" width="100%" alt="THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ALL SIXES AND SEVENS" /></a> +<h4>THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ALL SIXES AND SEVENS.</h4> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> + +<h2>"O RARE 'BEN'!"</h2> + +<p>In aid of The Actor's Benevolent Fund, the Irving Amateur Dramatic Club +are going to give a performance of <i>Henry IV. (Part I.)</i>, at the Lyceum +Theatre, Saturday afternoon, March 29, when in consequence of H.R.H. The +Princess of <span class="smcap">Wales</span> having accorded her gracious patronage, the Welsh song +will be sung by Miss <span class="smcap">Eleanor Rees</span> on the stage, as <i>Lady Mortimer</i>, +which will be a melodious illustration of rhyme and <span class="smcap">Rees</span>-on. The +Amateurs appearing for the Actors is as it should be. The President of +the Club is <span class="smcap">Henry</span>, not the Fourth, but the First, yclept <span class="smcap">Henry Irving</span>, +and the Vice, with numberless virtues, is Mr. <span class="smcap">Justin McCarthy</span>, M.P., +whom if it be <span class="smcap">Justin</span> Pater (not <span class="smcap">Justin Martyr</span>), we should like to have +seen in spectacles in the Tavern Scene, as <i>Francis</i> the Drawer,—a +drawer would have been an immense attraction. If <span class="smcap">Justin</span> Junior could +play the other Drawer, the attraction would be doubled. "Sure such a +pair!" But we must not jest in too Shakspearian a manner. We hope the +Actors' Benevolent will benefit largely by the acting of the Benevolent +Amateurs. Let the Benevolent Public too go and see <i>Henry IV. (Part +1st)</i>, and let them "part first."</p> + +<hr /><br /> + +<center><span class="smcap">Note</span> (<i>by One who doesn't pretend to know French</i>). The Tirard Cabinet +couldn't go on, because it was too Tirard!!</center><br /> + +<hr /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 45%"> +<a href="images/143.png"> +<img src="images/143.png" width="100%" alt="ARTISTIC POSTPRANDIALISM" /></a> +<h4>ARTISTIC POSTPRANDIALISM.</h4> +<p><i>Painter.</i> "<span class="smcap">I hope I shall have the pleasure of hearing you play +to-night!</span>"</p> +<p><i>Musician.</i> "<span class="smcap">Ach, no! After Tinner, Music is tiscosting! Let us co round +and look at ze putiful Bictures togezzer—ja?</span>"</p> +<p><i>Painter.</i> "<span class="smcap">What! <i>Pictures!</i> After <i>Dinner</i>! The very idea makes me +sick</span>!"</p> +<p class="salute">[<i>Exeunt, to play Poker.</i>]</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<h2>THE NEW AMAZON.</h2> + +<div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ride-a-cock horse</p> +<p class="i0">To Banbury Cross,</p> +<p class="i0">To see a young Lady</p> +<p class="i0">A-straddle, o'course.</p> +<p class="i2">If the new notion</p> +<p class="i4">Very far goes,</p> +<p class="i2">What she'll do next</p> +<p class="i4">Nobody knows.</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Spectacular.</span>—How is it that among the guests at the Livery +Dinner—(ugh! horrid expression! Yet I dare say the dinner wasn't more +livery than any other City banquet)—of the Spectacle Makers' Company, +were not to be found <span class="smcap">Augustus Druriolanus</span>, quite the best spectacle +maker in London, and that from among the list of toasts as reported, +Art, Literature, and the Drama were omitted? Through what spectacles do +the Spectacle Makers see?</p><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Reflection on the Recent Valuable Discovery at Canterbury.</span>—If cremation +had been the practice in 1228 there would have been no remains of +<span class="smcap">Stephen Langton</span> to-day. Without the remains of the Archbishop, is it +likely that the treasures, historically so valuable, would have been +permitted to come down to us?</p><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mr. C. M. Woodford</span> has just brought out a book entitled <i>A Naturalist +among the Head Hunters</i>. Ahem! It doesn't sound nice. Is it procurable +at every hairdresser's?</p><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<center>"<span class="smcap">Betterment</span>,"—Well-meant.</center><br /> + +<hr /> + +<h2>ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.</h2> + +<center>EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.</center> + +<p><i>House of Commons, May 9.</i>—This has been great occasion for Windbag +<span class="smcap">Sexton</span>. Excelled himself, and there is no other point of comparison +useful or usable. <span class="smcap">Saunderson</span>, who always takes friendly views of his +countrymen opposite, pleads that <span class="smcap">Sexton's</span> windbaggism is partly due to +his birth. In Ireland, he assures me, a mile is longer than in other +parts of the Empire; and so, kind-hearted Colonel pleads, some allowance +should be made for <span class="smcap">Sexton</span> when he gets on the oratorical tramp. That's +all very well; but, for a man to talk two hours and three-quarters in a +so-called Debate, is even more than the national tendency towards +exaggeration illustrated by the Irish mile will excuse. Why couldn't +<span class="smcap">Sexton</span> have windbagged on some day of last week? Suppose, for example, +his self-sacrificing friends had made a House for him at a quarter to +nine on Friday night, and he had then talked for three hours and a +quarter?—or on Wednesday there was opportunity; whilst openings might +have been made on Tuesday or Thursday.</p> + +<p>"No, <span class="smcap">Toby</span>," said <span class="smcap">Sexton</span>, when I suggested this in interests of House and +public time, "you're a well-meaning fellow, but you don't understand +everything. You see in debate of this kind all principal men stand off +till the last day. We might have twinkled on several days of last week, +but we prefer to coruscate on last night. Sure of an audience; Whips +out; crowds in; excitement everywhere. I and <span class="smcap">Harcourt</span>, and <span class="smcap">Chamberlain</span>, +and <span class="smcap">Balfour</span>, all save ourselves for the last night. Can't all speak, +perhaps, especially if I get on first: but they must take their chance. +With the Universe waiting and listening for me, other things and other +people must stand aside. Very serious thing to disappoint the Universe."</p> + +<p>So <span class="smcap">Sexton</span>, rising at five o'clock, with the windbag conveniently +disposed under arm, pumped and pumped away for two mortal hours, and an +odd three-quarters that seemed more than mortal. <span class="smcap">Grandolph</span> waiting to +make a speech; <span class="smcap">Arthur Balfour</span> longing to be at 'em. Members knowing what +was in store, "expecting," as <span class="smcap">Sheehy</span> said, that "every moment would be +his next." But <span class="smcap">Sexton</span> flowed on for ever, with aggravating pauses, with +a smile of sublime, unruffled satisfaction, that made the position ten +times as aggravating as it otherwise would have been. To smile and +smile, and play such a villanous trick as this on a suffering House was +worse than most disordered fancy painted.</p> + +<p>"If," said <span class="smcap">Arthur Balfour</span>, in one of his agonised asides, "the fellow +did not undisguisedly enjoy such supreme happiness, our lot would be +more bearable."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said <span class="smcap">Old Morality</span>. "Bad enough, I admit. But do you know +why persons are sometimes killed by having a charcoal fire in their +bedrooms? Because the carbon of burning charcoal unites with the oxygen +of air, and forms carbonic acid gas, which is a narcotic poison. So it +is here. <span class="smcap">Sexton</span> has got hold of some good points; he is not inapt as a +speaker; if his inordinate vanity had only permitted him to be satisfied +with occupying time of House for half an hour, or, say, three-quarters, +he would have made damaging speech; as it is, he wearies House to death, +swamps us all and himself in waste of verbiage, and the people he +attacks escape in the general misery. In other words, his carbon of +burning vanity, uniting with the oxygen of opportunity, forms a speech +two hours and three-quarters long; which is a narcotic poison."</p> + +<p>Mr. G., with the ardour of youth, and the training of an athlete, +proposed to himself to hear what <span class="smcap">Sexton</span> had to say. Accordingly took up +convenient seat below Gangway. Stayed there an hour. Then walked back an +altered man; shattered; aged; almost in a state of coma.</p> + +<p>"Well, you ought to have known better," I said, somewhat sharply, having +no sympathies with these vagaries.</p> + +<p>"And I was so well and strong when I entered the House," Mr. G. said, +wearily. "Quite elate with my correspondence with <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span>. Didn't you +think that a nice turn in the concluding sentence?—'My only desire is +to meet you on the terms on which,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> long ago, we stood when, under my +roof, you gallantly offered to take me up the Matterhorn, <i>and +guaranteed my safe return</i>! Wouldn't trust myself on the Matterhorn with +<span class="smcap">Tyndall</span> now;" and Mr. G., warily shaking his head, walked forth in +search of rest and refreshment.</p> + +<p><i>Business done.</i>—Mr. G.'s Amendment to <span class="smcap">Old Morality's</span> Resolution on +Parnell Commission Report negatived by 339 votes against 268.</p> + +<p><i>Tuesday.</i>—This has been <span class="smcap">Grandolph's</span> night. Broke the silence of the +still young Session with memorable speech; been in diligent attendance +on Debate; sat through interminable speeches with patience only excelled +by Mr. G.; sometimes looked as if were about to deliver his soul; but +succeeded in bottling it up. To-night soul drove out the cork; burst +the bottle, so to speak.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 20%"> +<a href="images/144a.png"> +<img src="images/144a.png" width="100%" alt="The Reverberating Colomb" /></a> +<h4>The Reverberating Colomb.</h4> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Grandolph</span> a man of many phases. Tonight presented himself in his highest +character; a statesman; a champion of constitutional principles at +whatever expense to prospects and sensibilities of his most revered +friends on Treasury Bench and elsewhere. Quite a new style of speech for +<span class="smcap">Grandolph</span>, testifying to remarkable range of his genius. Nothing +personal: free from acrimony; inspired with profound, unfeigned, +reverence for constitutional principles. Here and there a touch of +pathos as he recalled former times when, as <span class="smcap">Dizzy</span> said of <span class="smcap">Peel</span> on a +famous occasion, "they had been so proud to follow one who had been so +proud to lead them."</p> + +<p>Awful splutter in Ministerial circles. A gleam of delight flashed +through the shadow when it was discovered that <span class="smcap">Jennings</span> had rebelled +against <span class="smcap">Randolph's</span> new revolt. "Ha! ha!" said the <span class="smcap">Reverberating Colomb</span>, +after <span class="smcap">Jennings</span> had made his speech, "the army has dismissed its +general."</p> + +<p>This all very well; not here concerned with <span class="smcap">Grandolph's</span> relations with +his Party or his faithful friend; merely note that the speech itself +lifts <span class="smcap">Grandolph</span> once more into the very front rank of political +personages. The Liberal Party cannot ignore nor the Conservatives +dispense with the man who made that speech.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jokim</span> not a particular friend of <span class="smcap">Grandolph's</span>. "Leg quite on other boot," +as <span class="smcap">Sheehy</span> says. But he did the enemy a service to-night. To complete +<span class="smcap">Grandolph's</span> triumph it only required that some Member of the Ministry +whose ineptitude he had demonstrated should rise and, with loud voice, +ungainly gestures, drag the Debate down from the heights to which it had +been lifted, debasing it by personal attacks hoarsely shrieked across +the table at former friends and colleagues. <span class="smcap">Jokim</span> did this amidst +uproarious cheers from <span class="smcap">Johnston</span> of Ballykilbeg, who began to think that, +after all, there is something in the Right Hon. Gentleman.</p> + +<p><i>Business done.</i>—<span class="smcap">Old Morality's</span> Motion carried.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 20%"> +<a href="images/144b.png"> +<img src="images/144b.png" width="100%" alt="Our Whip" /></a> +<h4>Our Whip (at present without a Handle to his Name).</h4> +</div> + +<p><i>Wednesday.</i>—Attempt by some noisy outsiders who know nothing of House +to make things unpleasant for <span class="smcap">Akers-Douglas</span>, because House Counted Out +last Friday. Said he has been wigged; assume he will retire. All arrant +nonsense. Everybody in House, Conservative, Liberal, Dissentient, Irish, +whatever we be, all know <span class="smcap">Akers-Douglas</span> as one of best Whips of present +generation. Assiduous, persuasive, courteous, yet firm; always at his +post, never fussy, never cross, apparently never tired, he is a model of +a Whip. His Party could better spare an occasional Secretary of State.</p> + +<p>For purely business arrangements Ministers have a unique combination of +three men. <span class="smcap">Old Morality</span>, as Leader of House; <span class="smcap">Akers-Douglas,</span> as Whip; and +<span class="smcap">Jackson</span>, as Financial Secretary, are strong enough to balance effects of +any reasonable amount of blundering in high politics. They take care of +the pence of efficiency and popularity, and leave the <span class="smcap">Markiss</span> an +occasional pound to spend.</p> + +<p><i>Business Done.</i>—New Irish Land Bill brought in, and cast out.</p> + +<p><i>Thursday.</i>—<span class="smcap">Teynham</span> on in the Lords, but what he's on about the Lords +only know, and not all of them. Something to do with Camperdown; +<span class="smcap">Granville</span> not entirely out of it; and the <span class="smcap">Markiss</span> at least compromised. +<span class="smcap">Teynham</span>, standing at Cross Benches, holding on to the rail of Bench +before him, as if he were in pulpit, swings about his body, turns to +right and left, sometimes presenting his back to <span class="smcap">Lord Chancellor</span>, whilst +he contemplates emptiness of Strangers' Galleries. In plaintive voice, +full of tears, he babbles o' Camperdown, green fields, <i>nemine +contradicente</i>, and Standing Order No. XXI.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 20%"> +<a href="images/144c.png"> +<img src="images/144c.png" width="100%" alt="A Mental Struggle" /></a> +<h4>A Mental Struggle.</h4> +</div> + +<p>Pretty to watch <span class="smcap">Hobhouse</span> whilst <span class="smcap">Teynham</span> on his legs. Sits intently +listening; first crossed one knee, then the other; puts his two +forefingers together as if connecting the matter of <span class="smcap">Teynham's</span> speech; +gradually, as muddle grows thicker, two locks of hair on top of his head +slowly rise and remained standing, as it were, till <span class="smcap">Teynham</span> reseated +himself. Most remarkable testimony to mental struggle. Even <span class="smcap">Hobhouse</span>, +having thus given his mind to it, couldn't make out what <span class="smcap">Teynham</span> was at. +As for <span class="smcap">Denman</span> he, after first ten minutes of speech, flouted out of +House.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 20%"> +<a href="images/144d.png"> +<img src="images/144d.png" width="100%" alt="Sir William Burning" /></a> +<p>Sir William Burning.</p> +<p>(<i>See the Chancellor of the Exchequer's Speech, March 11th.</i>)</p> +</div> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Toby</span>," said he, passing me in the Lobby; "if this is what the House of +Lords is coming to, I shall vote with <span class="smcap">Rosebery</span> for its immediate reform. +Don't like to say anything disrespectful of a Peer; but I must observe +that <span class="smcap">Teynham</span> is a little lacking in coherency. His observations fail in +point; in short, if he were not a Peer I should say his mind was +wandering. Whatever we do, <span class="smcap">Toby</span>, let us be intelligent <i>and</i> +intelligible. I trust I am not prejudiced, but I really can't stand +<span class="smcap">Teynham</span>."</p> + +<p><i>Business done.</i>—In Commons, Government defeated, in resisting <span class="smcap">Hamley's</span> +proposal to stump up for Volunteers.</p> + +<p><i>Friday Night.</i>—<span class="smcap">Trevelyan</span> brought forward Motion proposing that +Parliament shall rise at beginning of July, making up necessary time in +winter months. Supported proposition in speech graceful and strong, a +model of rare combination of literary art, with Parliamentary aptitude. +After brisk debate, resolution negatived by 173 votes against 169. "A +majority of four won't long stand in our way," said <span class="smcap">Charles Forster</span>, who +having, some Sessions ago, fortuitously found his hat, never now deserts +it.</p> + +<p><i>Business done.</i>—Government vainly tried to get into Committee of +Supply.</p><br /> + +<hr /><br /> + +<center><span class="smcap">The Difference.</span>—Sir <span class="smcap">George Trevelyan</span> wants the House of Commons to +"rise at the beginning of July." <i>Mr. Punch</i> wishes it to rise at all +times—above rowdyism.</center><br /> + +<hr /> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 5%"> +<a href="images/144e.gif"> +<img src="images/144e.gif" width="100%" alt="Pointing finger" /></a> +</div> + +<blockquote><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 Stamped and Addressed +Envelope, Cover, or Wrapper. 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