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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOL. 62.
FEBRUARY 3, 1872.


                       =PRIVATE SCHOOL CLASSICS.=

                        (_Letter from a Lady._)

                             [Illustration]

DEAR MR. PUNCH,

THOUGH you love to laugh, and we all love to laugh with you, I know that
you are kindness itself when an afflicted woman throws herself upon your
sympathy. This letter will not be quite so short as I could wish; but,
unless you have my whole story, you will not understand my sorrow.

My boy, JOHNNY, is one of the dearest boys you can imagine. I send you
his photograph, though it does not half justice to the sweetness and
intelligence of his features; besides, on the day it was taken, he had a
cold, and his hair had not been properly cut, and the photographer was
very impatient, and after eight or nine sittings, he insisted that I
ought to be satisfied. I could tell you a hundred anecdotes of my boy's
cleverness, but three or four, perhaps, will be enough.

    [_More than enough, dear Madam. We proceed to the paragraph that
    follows them._]

His father, I regret to say, though a kind parent, does not see in
JOHNNY the talent and genius which I am certain he possesses. The child,
who is eleven years and eleven months old, goes (alas, I must say went)
to a Private Academy of the most respectable description. Only twelve
young gentlemen are taken, and the terms are about L100 a-year, and most
things extra. The manners of the pupils are strictly looked after; they
have no coarse amusements; and, to see them neatly dressed, going
arm-in-arm, two and two, for a walk, was quite delightful. I shall never
see them again without tears.

My husband was desirous that JOHNNY should have a sound classical
education, and we believed--I believe still--that this is given at the
Private School in question. One evening during the holidays, my husband
asked JOHNNY what Latin Book he was reading. The child replied, without
hesitation or thought--"_Horace_." "Very good," said his father, taking
down the odious book. "Let you and me have a little go-in at _Horace_."
I went to my desk, _Mr. Punch_, and, as I write very fast, I resolved to
make notes of what occurred, for I felt that JOHNNY would cover himself
with glory and honour. _This_ is what occurred. Of course, I filled in
the horrid Latin, afterwards, from the book, which I could gladly have
burned.

_Papa._ Well, let us see, my boy, suppose we take Hymn number xiv. You
know all about that? _Ad Rempublicam._ What does that mean?

_Johnny._ O, we never learn the titles.

_Papa._ Pity, because they help you to the meaning. But come, what's
_Rempublicam_?

_Johnny._ I suppose it means a public thing. _Rem's_ a thing, and
_publicus_ is public. [Was not that clever in the dear fellow, putting
words together like that, _Mr. Punch_? Will you believe it, his Papa did
nothing but give him a grunt?]

_Papa._ Go on.

            _O navis, referent in mare te novi
            Fluctus. O quid agis?_

  _Johnny._ O, navy, referring to the sea. I have known thee.
            What will the waves do?

[I thought this quite beautiful, like "_What are the Wild Waves
Saying?_"]

_Papa._ Ah! Proceed.

                        ----_fortiter occupa
                    Portum. Nonne vides_----

  _Johnny._ Bravely occupy the door.
            You see a nun.

_Papa._ A nun, child. What do you mean?

_Johnny._ A nun is a holy but mistaken woman, Papa, that lives in a
monastery, and worships graven images. [You see he had been
_beautifully_ taught.]

_Papa._ But what word, in the name of anachronisms, do you make a nun?

_Johnny._ _Nonne._ O, I forgot, Pa, that's French. [Instead of being
pleased that the child knew three languages instead of two, his Papa
burst out laughing.]

_Papa._ Try this:--

            _Et malus celeri saucius Africo,
            Antennaeque gemant? ac sine funibus
              Vix durare carinae
              Possint imperiosius
            AEquor?_

  _Johnny._ And celery sauce is bad for an African,
            And your aunts groan though there is no funeral,
              And they could not be more imperious
              If they had to endure a sea-voyage.

_Myself._ Darling! Why don't you say something to encourage him, TOM?
It's delightful.

_Papa._ Yes, it's encouraging. Go on, Sir.

            ----_non tibi sunt integra lintea;
            Non di, quos iterum pressa voces malo._

  _Johnny._ You have no large pieces of lint.
            Do not die, though they again press you to say apple.

  _Papa.    Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus
            Fidit!_

_Johnny._ No sailor is frightened at the dogs in a picture he sees.

_Papa._ _Fidit's_, he sees, eh?

               ----_Tu, nisi ventis
            Debes ludibrium, cave._

  _Johnny._ If it wasn't for the wind,
            You ought to play in a cave.

_Papa._ Ha! Well, here's the last; we may as well go through it.

_Myself._ Papa! don't be so cross.

_Papa._ Mind your letter-writing, will you? [But _I wasn't_
letter-writing. I was making notes.]

            _Nuper sollicitum quae mihi taedium._

  _Johnny._ Lately a solicitor was a great bore to me.

_Papa._ [To do him justice, he recovered his good-humour and roared.]

A great bore, was he? They _are_ bores sometimes. Now then--

            _Nunc desiderium, curaque non levis._

  _Johnny._ I do not care for the light of the stars.

_Papa._ Hang it, JOHNNY, how do you get at "stars" in that line?

_Johnny._ _De_, of, _siderium_, dative, no, genitive plural of _sidus_,
a star, Papa, and _levis_ is light.

  _Papa._   Finish.  _Interfusa nitentes
            Vites aequora Cycladas._

What do you make of that? "With an infusion of nitre the vines are equal
to Cyclops"--is that it?

_Johnny._ I think so, Papa dear. The Cyclops were great giants, who
poked out the eye of Achilles with a hot stick, for throwing stones at
their ship.

_Papa._ Go to bed!

_Johnny._ What for, Papa?

_Myself._ Yes, what for, TOM? I'm sure the dear fellow has done his best
to please you.

_Papa._ You are right. It is I who ought to be sent to bed. All right,
JOHNNY. Let us have a game at the _Battle of Dorking_--get the board.
That's good fun. But L100 a-year, and _sollicitum_, a solicitor, isn't.
However, we'll alter that.

And, dear _Mr. Punch_, he gave notice the very next day that JOHNNY
should not go back to the Private School, and is going to send him to a
College, to be starved, fagged, beaten, knocked down with cricket-balls,
trampled down at football, and taught to fight.

                           Believe me, yours,

                                                      AN UNHAPPY MOTHER.

                               * * * * *

                       =True Thomas of Chelsea.=

IT was MR. CARLYLE who first revealed the existence of Phantasm
Captains, which many people refused to believe in, and laughed at the
notion of. What do they say now that a Board of Captains in command over
Captains and Admirals too is called by its own Secretary a Phantom
Board? Surely that THOMAS of Chelsea is a true Seer, and long since saw
through Simulacra which have, in truth, at last been discovered to be
transparent Shams.

                               * * * * *

             [Illustration: "THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STARE."]

                               * * * * *

                          EVENINGS FROM HOME.

_MR. BARLOW, with MASTERS HARRY SANDFORD and TOMMY MERTON, visits
ASTLEY'S THEATRE, to see the Pantomime of "LADY GODIVA."_

"THIS," exclaimed HARRY, "is an exhibition which affords me, and indeed
appears to give to a vast number besides myself, the greatest
gratification.

_Tommy._ I see, Sir, that _St. George_ appears in this story with _Lady
Godiva_; pray, Sir, who was _St. George_?

_Mr. Barlow._ There have been, my dear TOMMY, various opinions on this
interesting subject, and some honest folks have sought to identify the
celebrated personage in question with a Butcher, who served bad meat to
the Christians in Palestine, while others have gone equally far towards
proving that he was no Butcher, but an Arian Bishop of Alexandria.
Whether Butcher, or Bishop, it was for a long time most difficult to
determine.

_Harry._ But pray, Sir, why did not the antagonistic parties bring the
case into a Court of Law so as to obtain a decision.

_Mr. Barlow._ Your own experience, HARRY, will, doubtless, one of these
days furnish you with sufficient reason for the persons interested not
having given employment to the gentlemen of the long robe. There was no
claimant to the title living, and there was nothing beyond a title to be
claimed; for, whether on the one hand (with EUSEBIUS) revering him as a
Saint, or, on the other (with GIBBON) abusing him as "the infamous
GEORGE," both sides admitted the object of their contention to have been
long since deceased. He is, however, the patron Saint of England, and
owes his great reputation in modern times to managers of Theatres at
Christmas, and writers of extravaganzas and of Pantomimes, to whom his
history is invaluable, as affording marvellous opportunities for great
scenic display, and spectacular effect, while the Saintly Knight himself
seldom fails to find an admirable representative in either a young lady
of considerable personal attractions (as here at ASTLEY'S) or in some
eccentric and grotesque gentleman like one of the lithsome PAYNES, or
the agile MR. VOKES, whose extraordinary feats, with his legs, we have
already witnessed at Drury Lane Theatre. I confess, however, that I do
not perceive by what process _St. George_ has been brought into the
comparatively modern legend of _Lady Godiva_.

_Harry._ It seems to me, Sir, that you intended us just now to remark
some diverting jest in your use of the words "feats" and "legs," which
TOMMY, I fear, has failed to comprehend.

_Mr. Barlow._ Indeed, HARRY, you are quite right, and I trust that both
you, and TOMMY, will be able to utter such pleasantries yourselves with
a full appreciation of their value. I regret to notice that MISS
SHERIDAN, who, with much discretion, performs the part of the _Lady
Godiva_, is suffering from cold, and is, consequently, a little hoarse.
This is natural at ASTLEY'S.

Then, turning to TOMMY, and smiling in his usual kind manner, MR. BARLOW
said, "My dear TOMMY, although you have not yet mastered the amusing
puns which I made in my recent discourse, you can, it may be, tell me
why MISS SHERIDAN resembles a pony?"

TOMMY, whose whole attention was now given to the scene, expressed his
intention of at once renouncing all attempts at solving this problem.
Whereupon MR. BARLOW cheerfully replied that MISS SHERIDAN so far
resembled a pony, inasmuch as she was, unfortunately, on that evening,
"a little hoarse." HARRY laughed at this sally, and, indeed, considered
his beloved tutor a prodigy of wit and ingenuity; but it was otherwise
with TOMMY, who remained silent and depressed during the greater part of
the entertainment; and, indeed, it was not until the very effective
Transformation Scene that TOMMY'S unbounded pleasure and admiration once
more found vent in the most unqualified applause, in which the entire
audience joined.

_Harry._ These expressions of delight remind me of the story you read to
me the other day, Sir, called _Agesilaeus and the Elastic Nobleman_. As
TOMMY has not heard it I will----

But at this moment a vast assemblage of children on the stage, habited
as soldiers, commenced the National Anthem at the top of their voices,
which for the time put an end to further conversation.

On quitting the theatre, TOMMY, who from having been in a state of the
greatest elation had once more resumed the sober and saddened aspect
with which he had listened to his tutor's discourse during the play,
took HARRY aside, and declared to him, with tears in his eyes, that from
that day forward he would never rest till he had made himself thoroughly
acquainted with all the jokes in the English language, and had perfected
himself in the art of constructing new ones.

"Your determination, MASTER TOMMY," replied his young friend, "reminds
me of the story of _Darius and the Corrugated Butcher_; but, as I am too
fatigued to-night to remember its main features, I will defer the
recital of it till to-morrow morning."

TOMMY evinced a great curiosity to know whether there were in this tale
any puns, upon which he might at once exercise his intelligence, but on
HARRY'S repeating his promise, he allowed him to go to bed without
further question.

Being thus left to his own resources, TOMMY MERTON, in pursuance of his
new resolution, went to the book-shelves and commenced a search which
was not destined to be altogether fruitless.

MR. BARLOW had scarcely been in bed two hours, when he was aroused from
a most peaceful and refreshing slumber by a loud hammering and knocking
at the door of his chamber. Unable to imagine what had happened, and,
indeed, fearing lest the premises should have unfortunately caught fire,
he was on the point of gathering together such articles of clothing as
he considered strictly necessary, when TOMMY burst into the room
half-undressed, and bawling out, "I've seen it! I've seen it!"

"What have you seen?" asked MR. BARLOW.

"Why, Sir," answered TOMMY, "I had a mind to discover, before I went to
bed, what you meant by your two jokes at Astley's. So, Sir, I got down
your book of _Joseph Miller's Jests_, a dictionary, and a grammar; and I
find that the fun you had intended lies in the similarity of
pronunciation in the case of the substantive _horse_ and of the
adjective _hoarse_, and also in _feat_ and _feet_ possessing a like
sound."

"Well," said MR. BARLOW, pausing, with a boot-jack in hand, "you are
indeed right. And if you will approach a little nearer----"

But TOMMY, anticipating the purport of his revered tutor's invitation,
had speedily withdrawn himself from the apartment, being careful at the
same time to lock MR. BARLOW'S door on the outside.

"To-morrow," said MR. BARLOW quietly to himself as he returned to his
bed--"To-morrow we will talk over these things."

He now perceived that he was in a condition of unwonted restlessness;
and it was not until he had twice repeated to himself the story of _The
Laplander and the Agreeable Peacock_, that he fell asleep.

                               * * * * *

                          =Doctors in Court.=

MEDICAL men, experts and others, in the witness-box, are unfortunately
apt to use technical terms for which there are no equivalents in plain
English. For this pedantry the Judge usually snubs them. Quite right.
There are no hard words or phrases, of which the use, by Judges or
Counsel, is sometimes unavoidable, in Law.

                               * * * * *

[Illustration: AFTER THE PARTY.

_Mater_ (_aroused by the Horse pulling up_). "WHIT'S THE MATTER,
GUIDMAN?--ONYTHING WRANG?"

_Pater_ (_bringing his Faculties to a Focus_). "LET US JUST CONSUDER THE
RECENT CIRCUMSTANCES. WAS OOR JOHN IN THE GIG WHEN WE STARTET FRAE
ARDRISHAIG?"]


[Illustration: "OOR JOHN" _WAS_ IN THE GIG--_WHEN THEY STARTED!_]

                               * * * * *

                       OWLS THAT IS NOT HORGANS.

MR. PUNCH has--need he say it?--the profoundest admiration for the skill
and zeal of the great Healers who have conducted H.R.H. the PRINCE OF
WALES out of the region of bulletins. But he hopes that should any
member of the Royal Family again need medical advice (which good fortune
forefend for many a long day), no name belonging to a member of the
illustrious trio may be signed to the _affiches_. It was not for _Mr.
Punch_ to complain while bulletins issued, but now all else is
happiness, he makes his moan, or rather (as MR. ROEBUCK says Birmingham
is always doing) makes his howl. How many thousand idiots have sent _Mr.
Punch_ jests on the names of the Doctors, he cannot say, but the changes
have been rung, _ad nauseam_, on a "Jennerous diet," a "Lowe fever," a
"bird of good omen--a Gull," until----But not one goose was gratified;
ha! ha! Fire, not vanity, was fed. Still, _Mr. Punch_ has suffered; and
therefore he begs leave to suggest that all the three Doctors be raised
to the Peerage. They have richly deserved it, and so has SIR JAMES PAGET
(whose name happily does not help the small wits); but _Mr. Punch's_
comfort is the thing to be considered. N.B. He likes to give those who
are "blest in not being simple men" an occasional peep--as thus--at the
circumjacent world of donkeyism.

                               * * * * *

MRS. MALAPROP has lately been studying Latin, with success. But, as a
good Church-woman, she cannot hold with the rule _Festina lente_. She
disapproves of feasting in Lent.

                               * * * * *

                            GUILDED LADIES.

LADIES, look at this proposal to promote what some of you may call the
millineryennium:--

    "A Guild of Ladies is proposed to be formed to promote modesty
    of dress to do away with extravagance, and substitute the
    neatness and sobriety suitable to Christian women."

A guild formed to promote the sobriety of women ought to have SIR
WILFRID LAWSON for a patron, and should be supported by every
Teetotaller now living in the land. But the sobriety here mentioned is
that of dress, not drink; and total abstinence from finery and flummery
of fashion is doubtless the chief aim of the promoters of the guild.
Well, if they succeed in reducing even chignons to reasonable
dimensions, they will deserve the thanks of every one afflicted with
good taste; and if they further are successful in reducing the enormous
bills which ladies owe their milliners, they will earn the heartfelt
gratitude of many a poor husband, who can ill afford to pay them. All is
not gold that glitters, but we may guess there is true metal, and not
merely specious glitter, in these Guilded Ladies.

                               * * * * *

                     =French and British Budgets.=

M. THIERS has been censured by some of our contemporaries for his fiscal
policy of seeking to impose heavy duties on raw materials. At any rate,
however, France will not be saddled (like an ass) with an Income-tax; so
the taxation to which that country will be subjected, will be
comparatively light, even if it should have the effect of making
butchers' meat as frightfully dear there as it is in England.

                               * * * * *

                        =A TEMPERANCE HOSPITAL.=

[Illustration: G]O to! The anti-alcoholic manifesto lately put forth by
the two hundred and fifty first-class Doctors is already producing the
effect which a demonstration, fortified with names some having handles
to them, seldom fails to produce on a portion of the generally
intelligent British Public. It has caused "a movement." The _Daily News_
announces that:--

    "A movement has been started to establish a hospital in London
    'for the treatment of diseases apart from the ordinary
    administration of alcoholic liquors.'"

The object of the movement does not appear from the words in which it
is stated quite so clearly as the thinking persons who may attach
importance to it must desire. Do not, in fact, most Doctors, as it is,
treat diseases "apart from the ordinary administration of alcoholic
liquors?" Are not all patients but those labouring under diseases of
debility, as a rule, enjoined by their medical attendant to abstain,
totally or comparatively, from wine, beer, and spirits? In hospitals,
where this abstinence can always be enforced, the treatment of diseases
apart from the ordinary administration of alcoholic liquors is
especially usual. Do the enlightened promoters of a movement for the
establishment of a hospital, whereat diseases shall be so treated still
more especially, mean to say that, in that new institution alcohol, in
diseases in which it has hitherto been wont to be ordinarily
administered as a tonic or stimulant requisite for their cure, shall not
be given--and if so, why? Because alcohol is a poison? Then why stop at
alcohol? Why not also proscribe, instead of prescribing, opium, henbane,
hemlock, deadly nightshade, arsenic, and prussic acid; and indeed--for
what active medicine is not a poison in an over-dose?--nearly every
article in the _Materia Medica_?

Truly the great Two-Hundred-and-Fifty Against Alcohol, themselves even,
leave some room for question as to their meaning when they proclaim that
"it is believed that the inconsiderate prescription of large quantities
of alcoholic liquids by Medical Men for their patients has given rise,
in many instances, to the formation of intemperate habits." Believed by,
and of whom? By the Two-Hundred-and-Fifty Doctors of their Profession at
large, or by Society in general of it, including them? One would like to
know who the believers are, in order to be enabled to appraise the
belief, and it would also please one to be informed whether or no the
belief includes a confession, which the Two-Hundred-and-Fifty make for
themselves. Did you, gentle reader, in the course of your experience,
ever happen to meet with a victim of the Bottle who dated his
intemperance from taking port wine or brandy, prescribed for him when
convalescent, for example, from typhus fever?

One can indeed understand and appreciate the advice that "alcohol, in
whatever form, should be prescribed and administered with as much care
as any powerful drug," and peradventure this will create another
movement, a movement of a speculative nature, for the manufacture of
graduated physic glasses, of various sizes, to replace the sherry,
champagne, hock, and claret glasses now in use at table: a minim-glass
to be the new glass for liqueurs and brandy. This practical improvement
in Social Science may be shortly introduced by some of our leading
medical men at their own tables. And when they exhibit alcohol, in
whatever form, perhaps, in future, they will always take care to combine
it with something very nauseous; gin, for instance, with the most
horrible of bitters. This will effectually prevent the administration of
alcohol from originating the formation of intemperate habits.

Doubtless, on the whole, the Two-Hundred-and-Fifty have spoken wisely;
but the echo of their speech in some quarters has sounded like cackle,
and the "movement," which their utterance has set on foot among
gregarious persons, very much resembles the march of an analogous kind
of birds, under leadership, across a common.

                               * * * * *

                          RURAL INTELLIGENCE.

                              SPLICINGHAM.

INTERESTING EVENT.--On Thursday the 25th inst. this pretty little
village was early astir, and thrown into a state of pleasurable
excitement, it being the nuptial morn of MISS SELINA SUNNISMILE,
daughter of MR. SUNNISMILE, gardener and florist, with MR. ROBERT
GRUBBINS, pork-butcher, both of this parish. The parents of the happy
couple being held in high esteem, triumphal arches were erected, decked
with appropriate mottoes, and the front of the bride's residence was
festooned with early cauliflowers and other floral ornaments which her
father had purveyed. The choral service terminated with the _Wedding
March_ of MENDELSSOHN, performed on the harmonium by MR. JOSEPH THUMPER
with his accustomed skill. An elegant _dejeuner_, consisting of
pork-pies, pickled herrings, trotters, tripe, and wedding-cake, was then
done ample justice to by a select party of guests; the bride's health
being drunk in bumpers of champagne, expressly made for the occasion
from her father's famous gooseberries, which gained a prize last summer
at the exhibition of the Splicingham Pomological Society. After this
affecting ceremony, the happy pair departed, in a shower of old
slippers, on a trip to the metropolis, to spend their honeymoon.

                             WOBBLESWORTH.

LITERARY ENTERTAINMENT.--The second of the series of Halfpenny Readings
was held last Tuesday evening at the Literary Institute, the REV. MR.
MILDMAN being voted to the Chair. It will be noticed from the programme
that something more than mere amusement is the aim of these small
gatherings; and, as a means towards the better education of the country,
we need hardly say we wish them all manner of success:--

  READING, "_Old Mother Hubbard_"              MISS BROWN.
  RECITATION, "_Humpty Dumpty_"                MASTER JONES.
  SONG, "_Twinkle, twinkle, little Star_"      MRS. ROBINSON.
  RECITAL (in costume), "_Grilling a Grizly_"  MR. SMITH.
  READING, "_The Humours of Joe Miller_"       REV. Z. SNOOKS.
  COMIC SONG, "_O, did you twig her Ankle?_"   MR. LARKER.
  RECITAL, "_My Name is Norval_"               MASTER WIGGINS.
  GLEE, "_The Cock and Crow_"                  WOBBLESWORTH WARBLERS.
  READING, "_The Bandit's Bride_"              REV. H. WALKER.
  SONG, "_I seek thee in every Shadow_"        MR. GROWLER.
  RECITAL, "_The Haunted Hottentot_"           DR. BLOBBS.
  COMIC SONG, "_Jolly Miss Jemima_"            MR. LARKER.
  CHORUS, "_Ri fol de riddle ol_"              WOBBLESWORTH WARBLERS.

The company separated at the somewhat advanced hour of half-past nine
o'clock, after spending an enjoyable and instructive evening.

                     DUFFERTON AND BLUNDERBURGH.

SPARROWSHOOTING EXTRAORDINARY.--The annual meeting of the Dufferton and
Blunderburgh Sparrow Club was held on Monday last at the Goose and
Gridiron, Dufferton, the President, MR. BOOBIE, again occupying the
chair. It appeared from the report that, during the past twelvemonth, no
fewer than 5937 sparrows had been slaughtered by the honourable members
of the club. Complaints had been received of increasing devastation by
fly, and slug, and caterpillar, and it was said that this was owing to
the great decrease of small birds effected by the club. The Chairman,
amid cheers, pooh-poohed these allegations, and, after presenting a new
powderflask to MR. JONAH JOWLS, for having made the largest bag of small
birds in the twelvemonth, the Chairman humorously adjourned the meeting
to the supper-room, where mine host served up an elegant light supper,
the _menu_ whereof consisted of sausages, black puddings, Welsh
rarebits, and pork-chops.

                               * * * * *

                           SCIENCE GOSSIP.

PROFESSOR AGASSIZ has discovered "a fish which builds a nest." Wonders
are only just beginning. Other Professors, envious of AGASSIZ'S good
fortune, will be stimulated to renewed study of the Animal Kingdom; and
the result will be that at no distant day we shall see the great
Zoological collections, here and in America, enriched by the addition of
a glowworm which lives in a hive, a tortoise which hops from bough to
bough, an oviparous rabbit, and a lobster whose diet consists
exclusively of salad. The fable which deluded our childhood may yet be
realised, and pigeon's milk take its place amongst the common articles
of a free breakfast table.

                               * * * * *

                          NEW SCHOOL FOR NOBS.

[Illustration: K]IND _Mr. Punch_, a happy change has come over the
character of our Public Schools. The chief of them, I have been told, of
what is called mediaeval foundation, were originally intended to educate
the sons of poor gentlemen. But now, Sir, the purpose they have come to
serve is just the reverse of that. A correspondent of the _Morning
Post_, signing himself PAVIDUS--evidently a mean, shabby, needy sprig of
gentility, afraid, as his signature means, if I am not misinformed,
which, by the tenor of his letter, he plainly confesses himself to be,
of having to fork out more than he is able--writes to complain,
forsooth, of "the growing abuse of 'tips' and pocket-money allowance."
This contemptible indigent fellow says:--

    "It is within my knowledge that at one of the chief public
    schools--and I am told that the same rule holds good at the
    other schools of this class--a boy who does not bring back L5
    each half is set down by 'the house' as a 'duffer' and as of 'no
    use.' In other words, he is under the cold shade of his
    fellow-boarders, and is subject to constant and galling
    humiliation."

Very well. Let him be off, then. A first-class Public School is no place
for him any more than a first-class carriage. Let the beggar who doesn't
like it, leave it--go second or third class, and be taught the three R's
under FORSTER'S Education Act. But now read what PAVIDUS has the
insolence to say further:--

    "It is not every lad that can bear lightly the gibes and jeers
    of the young cotton lords whose home ethics teach them to
    measure the quality of a gentleman by the amount of money he can
    spend. The result is inevitable. The 'soc' shop gives credit. A
    loan is soon and easily contracted, and the boy, smarting under
    the results of his comparative poverty, begins his career of
    debt and deceit in order to hold his own among his more
    pecunious fellows."

MR. PAVIDUS, in his pride and poverty, seems very indignant at the idea
of wealthy young cotton lords treating poor young pedigree lords with
contempt. I dare say he is some poor nobleman's relation himself, the
HONOURABLE PAVIDUS, perhaps, or RIGHT HONOURABLE PAVIDUS.

When he wrote the above sneer at cotton lords probably he turned up
his nose. That is, I mean, he tried to, for it is a nose that don't
turn up by nature, I'm sure. I'll be bound it's one of those aquiline
hook-noses which your bloated aristocrats are so vain of, none of your
jolly button-mushroom snub. I fancy I see PAVIDUS--LORD PAVIDUS,
perhaps--looking down upon myself and sniffing at me, like a footman
with too strong a bouquet in his buttonhole. He and his, and such as
they, had best keep themselves to themselves. If our boys are too
well-off at school for theirs, and yet theirs are above being sent to
regular pauper schools, why don't your Nobs and Swells get up poor's
schools of their own, poor gentlemen's schools, if they like to call
them so? At such schools the rule might be that no boy was to come from
home to school with more than five shillings in his pocket, nor be
allowed above sixpence a week.

Dress and board could be cut down to the same plain, poverty-stricken
scale. Such regulations would keep the high-bred paupers what they
call select enough without any necessity, which they that pride
themselves so on their pronunciation might perhaps imagine, for an
entrance examination to try if new-comers could pronounce their h's. And
so, poor nobility and gentry, being brought up in that frugal sort of
way, would continue in it, because able to afford no better, and
by-and-by, I dare say, get to pride themselves upon it, and make a merit
and a boast of their despicable economy; so that plain living and
dressing and eating and drinking will some day perhaps be considered the
particular tokens of high birth and breeding, and of class-distinction
between PLANTAGENET MOWBRAY FITZ-MONTAGUE NORFOLK HOWARD and

                                                                 SHODDY.

                               * * * * *

                       TICHBORNE _V._ LUSHINGTON.

BOYLE'S _Court Guide_ is, as all who dwell or have friends in the Court
District know, as accurate and convenient a book of reference as
possible. No library table can be without this manual. It is with great
reluctance, therefore, that _Mr. Punch_, in the exercise of stern duty,
devotes the new volume of the _Guide_ to the vengeance of LORD CHIEF
JUSTICE BOVILL. But respect for the Bench compels _Mr. Punch_ to offer
this sacrifice. In the issue for January, 1872, on page 797, this may be
read:--

    "TICHBORNE, SIR ROGER C. D., _Bart._, 10, Harley Road West,
    Brompton, S.W."

NOW _Mr. Punch_ appeals to the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, and to the Universe
to say whether the desire expressed by the former that there should be
no comment on the Tichborne case, _pendente lite_, has not been
scrupulously complied with. Dull as the season has been, there has been
no yielding to the temptation to make smart articles out of the
Australian Romance. _Mr. Punch_ himself, who is above all laws, has set
the most noble example to his contemporaries, and even when he has
borrowed an illustration from the big trial, he has carefully avoided
any expression of opinion as to the merits. But, in the _Court Guide_,
the Claimant, or somebody else, has inserted an entry which prejudges
the case. The name and title of SIR ROGER TICHBORNE are claimed as
calmly as if the ownership were as well established as that of the name
and title of SIR WILLIAM BOVILL, which appear in another page, or as
_Mr. Punch's_ own name and title would be cited, but that it pleases him
to occupy his family mansion East of Temple Bar. This is Contempt of
Court. The Attorney-General has stated his belief that the Claimant is a
cunning and audacious conspirator, a perjurer, a forger, an impostor,
and a villain. He may be all these things, and not SIR ROGER TICHBORNE.
He may be none of these things, and be SIR ROGER TICHBORNE. He may be
only so many of these things as are compatible with his being SIR ROGER
TICHBORNE. No person, except an advocate, has the least right to state
an opinion until the jury shall be finally locked up, and out of the way
of being prejudiced. Whoever took on himself to decide the case, by
sending to the _Court Guide_ a statement that SIR ROGER TICHBORNE
exists, and resides at the above address, did that for which he should
be called on to answer at the bar of the Common Pleas. Roo-ey, too-ey,
too-ey-too-ey too!

                               * * * * *

                        LIQUOR LAWS SUPERSEDED.

MOUTHING, spouting, declamatory, meddlesome agitation for the compulsory
enforcement of total abstinence from invigorating, comforting, cheering,
and restorative drinks on people to whom it would be intolerable, is the
very staff of life to the United Kingdom Alliance. Therefore it is
taking the bread out of their mouths to enter into combination for any
purpose like that described by the _Post_ in a paragraph announcing:--

    "ANOTHER SOCIAL MOVEMENT.--The working-men of the West End have
    set on foot a new social movement, the main object of which is
    to enable them to hold meetings with their trade and friendly
    societies away from public-houses. A body of earnest working-men
    have been exerting themselves for some months past to raise
    funds for the purpose of building a central hall, in which the
    trade and friendly societies of Chelsea, Brompton, and
    Kensington may meet, instead of at public-houses. There are
    upwards of seventy such societies in the districts named."

If working-men generally take to courses like these, they will very soon
vindicate their order from the accusation of drunkenness which Liquor
LAWSON, DAWSON BURNS, and their followers, put forward as a pretext for
soliciting the whole people to let themselves be placed under restraint,
like idiots or babies. The sober and earnest working-men, drinking their
beer in moderation, will show themselves to be really the same flesh and
blood with the gentlemen who sip their claret soberly, and are so kind
as to interest themselves in the promotion of schemes for withholding
their poorer kind from indulgence in "intoxicating liquors." But then
the occupation of the United Kingdom Alliance will be gone. That is to
say, they will be deprived of all excuse for vociferating, plotting, and
conspiring to have the pleasure of regulating the habits of others.

                               * * * * *

                          =Parental Present.=

THOUGH we have thus far entered on January, the window of a shop in
Fleet Street still exhibits a card bearing the legend of "Presents for
Christmas." This appears amid a lot of walking-sticks, where it is
somewhat suggestive. Perhaps too many schoolboys generally come home for
the holidays would receive the most suitable Christmas-box a fond Father
could present them with if he were to give them the Stick.
                                                [_Mrs. Punch._ "Brute!"]

                               * * * * *

[Illustration: "HOUSEHOLD WORDS."

_Young Person_ (_on taking a Situation with Maiden Lady_). "IN THE
COURSE OF CONVERSATION, SHALL I ADDRESS YOU AS _MISS_ OR _MUM_?"!!]

                               * * * * *

                          THE "PHANTOM BOARD."

            (_See MR. VERNON LUSHINGTON'S evidence before the
             Megaera Commission_.)

        A DARKLING place, of shadowy space,
          Reached by a silent stair;
        A skeleton clock, with a dusty face,
          That marks time in the air,
        To five grey ghosts, in blue and gold lace,
          Each in ghost of a board-room chair.

        Their red-tape is dust, their penknives are rust,
          The ink in each standish is sere;
        Their ghost-quills glide betwixt margins wide
          Of foolscap, that blanks appear;
        And their dead tongues' prose into dead ears goes,
          And out at as dead an ear!

        But on file and floor, and the tables o'er,
          And in pigeon-holes well stored,
        Are letters many, and papers more--
          An ever-growing hoard!
        No phantom of business, albeit before
          My Lords of a Phantom Board!

        So much work to be done, and, alive, but one
          To utter five phantoms' will!
        The hours they run, but on LUSHINGTON
          The papers are pouring still--
        And how record for a Phantom Board,
          With a merely mortal quill?

        Those letters come by messengers dumb--
          A hundred thousand a year--
        To this room or that, for ghost-clerks to thumb,
          And be opened, here and there:
        Who registers? None, all; all, some:
          Who minutes? Ghost-hands in air.

        So, registered or unregistered,
          As haste or hap may be;
        Minuted or un-minuted,
          As ghost, or none, may be free;
        The gathering letters have come to a head
          That a Phantom Board can see!

        Alive but one,--Lone LUSHINGTON
          Among that ghostly five,
        And all this business to be done--
          Needs must when phantoms drive!
        "Enough to sign," he sighs, "not mine
          To read, and still survive."

        And while he signs, and signs, and signs,
          Its ghost of work upon,
        In its red-tape toil the navy to coil,
          The Phantom Board sits on:
        Essay to seize, your grasp 'twill foil,
          Looms, shadowy, and is gone!

        Gone but to meet, in order neat,
          As ghost-like as before,
        In the navy blue, and cock'd hat a-slue,
          That ancient DUNCAN wore,
        The Phantom First Lord at the head of the Board,
          And, below, the Phantom Four!

        Their ghosts of orders they have sped,
          Their ghosts of minutes they sign;
        But of ship ill-found, or fleet ill-led
          The discredit all decline,
        To the shrill "Not mine!" of their phantom-head,
          Echoing their "Not mine."

        JOHN BULL, outside, may groan and gride,
          May fume and fret at will;
        If he deems live heads his navy guide,
          His sea-behests fulfil,
        The works and the words of these Phantom Lords
          No wonder he taketh ill.

        For our ships we know how the sovereigns go.
          Hard cash in hard hulls should end:
        Why troop-ships are worked till they rotten grow,
          We cannot comprehend;
        Nor why squalls that blow about REID & CO.
          To the bottom should _Captains_ send.

        Some day, I think, with a sneeze and a wink,
          Shocked wide-awake again,
        JOHN BULL will make free with the Board-room key,
          Grope his way to the door, and then,
        Round the Board-screen peep at the ghosts that keep
          The seats of living men!

        We wouldn't hold posts among those ghosts--
          Nor of Sea, nor of Civil Lord--
        That to build JOHN'S ships, and to guard JOHN'S coasts,
          Have borrowed his shield and sword:
        If Ghosts _can_ be kicked, kicked out of their posts
          Will be the PHANTOM BOARD!

                               * * * * *

[Illustration: THE "PHANTOM BOARD."

MR. BULL. "GHOSTS, BY JINGO!"

[_What else did he expect to see at the Admiralty, after_ MR. VERNON
LUSHINGTON'S _awful Revelation_?]

                               * * * * *

                     LITERATURE, SCIENCE, AND ART.

MRS. LORIMER STACKWORTHY is busy with a new life of one of our earliest
Queens, BOADICEA, based on contemporary documents and family papers,
many of which are in cipher. The publishers, (SPORLE AND MUSSITT) will
be glad to hear of an authentic portrait of the subject of MRS.
STACKWORTHY's interesting monograph.

The article, in the _Pedantic Review_, on "Pies and Puddings," which has
caused such a stir in literary and culinary circles, bears strong
internal evidence of the practised pen of PROFESSOR PORRINGER. That on
"Extraordinary Ebullitions," in the _Impartialist_, is understood to
emanate from DR. JULIUS TEEZER.

JEWINI'S great classic Opera--_La Vecchia Madre Ubardio_--will be
revived next season at La Scala.

A new weekly periodical is announced. It will be printed, published,
edited, written, illustrated, stitched, and sold exclusively by women,
and the type, ink, and paper, will be supplied by manufacturers who
employ none but female artificers. Men will not be allowed to interfere
with this journal in any way, except as purchasers. The title is
_Superior Wisdom_.

SIGNOR ZAFFERANO-COLLINA has resumed his (open air) Organ performances
on Campden Hill. The Signor's _repertoire_ has not received any
accession during the recess.

In the course of the ensuing season, MESSRS. BRANE AND BOOKER will bring
to the hammer the valuable Library formed by the late JONATHAN BELL
DIVER, M.A., F.A.S., F.E.L.S. It is remarkably rich in nursery rhymes,
cookery books, gipsyana, and treatises on dentistry and fireworks, and
includes a unique series of privately printed publications relating to
the County of Rutland.

The result of more extended investigations goes to prove that the
_Octopus_ will not attack man, except in defence of its religion.

MR. GRANBY FUSSFORTH has completed his arrangements for the delivery of
a course of Six Lectures on "Winds and Windfalls," in the North of
London. He will afterwards make a tour through Lambeth, Surrey,
Southwark, and the Tower Hamlets, and will probably conclude his labours
in the Old Kent Road.

Telegrams from Trebizond say that MADAME CORALIA VOLANTI has created a
perfect _furore_ there, by her extraordinary performances on the high
rope.

_Bertha's Black Box_ is the title of a new Serial Story, by a popular
and prolific writer, to be commenced in an early number of _Alsatia_. It
will be illustrated by BANNOCKS.

MR. WYCHERLEY BIBB has a farcical comedy in preparation which will be
produced at the "Sheridan" in the course of the season. The plot turns
on one of the principal characters mistaking a private mansion for an
hotel. FACEY SMILES has a wonderful part in it.

MR. SALVATOR ROSE, R.A., is working hard to get all his pictures ready
for the forthcoming Royal Academy Exhibition. Perhaps, the most striking
is a scene from SMITH'S _Classical Dictionary_, in which AGAMEMNON is
represented as blowing a kiss, across the Prytaneum, to CLYTEMNESTRA,
who is pacing the Bema, in the absence of her guardian on a secret
expedition. AEGISTHUS appears in the background, detained by some law
business, and the Chorus is endeavouring to convince him that he is in
the wrong. This powerful painting, with its subtle _nuances_, its
harmonious play of light and shade, its truthful rendering of the
Piraeus, and the splendid drawing of the Chorus's left leg, will carry
conviction to all who can reverence a conscientious manipulation of
another of the grand old trilogies of the Athenian stage.

The new metal, Fluozinium, is steadily making its way against the
current of scientific prejudice. It has been discovered in almost
limitless quantities in conjunction with tufa and haematite; and the most
delicate persons may inhale its fumes with perfect safety. In specific
gravity Fluozinium is superior both to nickel and cobalt; it will ignite
nowhere but on the box, and not often there; and for porosity,
frangibility, and opalescence, no metal in our time has approached it.

The Dryrot Society have at the present time two more volumes of unusual
interest ready for their subscribers, who, it must be said, regretfully,
are much in arrear with their subscriptions. One is the Foundation
Deeds, in abbreviated Latin, of the Monastery of St. Kilda, in
Kincardineshire, dating as far back as the fourteenth century; the
other, a list of all persons holding _in capite_ a carucate of land and
upwards, who were in fief to the Crown in the Border Wars. A few copies
will be struck off on large paper, and six on vellum.

                               * * * * *

                          =THE SPEAKER-ELECT.=

[Illustration: T]HE details supplied by the newspapers give but an
inadequate idea of the interesting rites and ceremonies which cluster
round the election of a new SPEAKER, and have been observed, with
undeviating fidelity, since those early times, when the original SPEAKER
received the sanction of his Sovereign under the shade of the
"Parliament Oak" in "Merry Sherwood."

From the first moment that he gets a post-card informing him he is to be
proposed to the House for the vacant Chair, the SPEAKER-designate gives
up the sports of the field, dinner company, and all other pleasures and
amusements, and devotes himself, night and day, to the perusal of the
journals of the House of Commons, the investigation of the Standing
Orders, and the study of the Constitutional History of England,
Parliamentary precedents and privileges, and the Biographies of his
predecessors.

He reads a fixed portion of _Hansard_ every morning and evening.

He sees no one but the Clerk of the House and his Assistants, who call
to give him daily private tuition.

He forms a collection of the photographs of all the Members, that his
recognition of them may be immediate and unerring.

During the week before the meeting of Parliament he visits all his old
haunts for the last time, and takes leave of his friends, with whom, of
course, as First Commoner, he can never again mix on the same familiar
terms.

The day before his election he has his hair cut.

On the eve of the great event he retires to rest early, and on the
morning of the most momentous day in his life he rises with the first
streak of dawn in the east, and paces to and fro on Constitution Hill,
to collect his thoughts and prepare his speech.

The Sergeant-at-Arms conveys him, attired in a full Court suit to
Westminster, in a close carriage, with the blinds drawn down, and
remains with him in a vault in the Victoria Tower, where he is provided
with the daily papers, writing materials, and refreshments, until his
proposer and seconder arrive to conduct him into the House. (There is a
large looking-glass in the vault, before which he tries on his wig and
gown, with the experienced aid of the Sergeant.)

The subsequent proceedings are pretty much as the papers have described
them, except that the Proposer and Seconder wear nosegays, and carry
halberds; and that the SPEAKER stands up before he takes his seat in the
chair, which is draped with the Union Jack, brandishes the Mace (decked
with ribbons for the occasion) three times round his head, and in a loud
voice, and in Norman French, invites the whole of the officers of the
House to dine with him that evening at the Albion at seven.

                               * * * * *

[Illustration: INTERESTING DEVOTEES.

_Theresa._ "NO, CHARLES--NEVER! I HAVE LONG DETERMINED TO DEVOTE MY LIFE
TO CHARITY; IN FACT, TO BECOME A SISTER IN AN ANGLICAN NUNNERY."

_Charles._ "WELL, IF YOU DO, I'LL BURY MYSELF FOR THE REST OF MY
MISERABLE DAYS IN A--IN A--A MONKERY!"]

                               * * * * *

                              =JOLLY WET.=

                HOORAY! It rains, it pelts, it pours,
                At work I shall be free from bores,
                Who call and stay. The storm that roars,
                The wet, will keep them all in-doors.

                I've but to dread the Postman's knock,
                A sharp but momentary shock,
                I'll hope that it may bring no worse,
                Than some attempt upon my purse.

                Prospectus, Circular, or Puff,
                Into the fire just won't I stuff,
                And smile, as to myself I say,
                "That postage-stamp is thrown away!"

                               * * * * *

                      INQUESTS QUITE UNNECESSARY.

On Thursday last week, at a meeting of the Middlesex Magistrates:--

    "A communication was received from the guardians of the poor of
    the parish of St. Pancras, stating that there was an increase in
    the number of inquests held upon the bodies of persons dying in
    the workhouse, and that a majority of them were unnecessary; but
    the guardians were powerless to prevent such inquests being
    held, and were of opinion that if the fees receivable by the
    medical officers of the workhouses in the metropolis were
    abolished, a number of such inquests would no longer be held."

The insinuation against the metropolitan Poor-Law medical officers of a
charge of obtaining fees under false pretences, does credit to the
shopkeepers in limited lines of business out of whose inner
self-consciousness it sprang. Of course the inquests held upon many of
the paupers who have died in the St. Pancras Workhouse have been
unnecessary. There, not very much more particularly than in other
workhouses, can the majority of paupers be supposed to perish from
special neglect. Most of them, no doubt, die of mere misery.

                               * * * * *

                       =Victoria and Hahnemann.=

"The QUEEN has been pleased to send a present of game for the patients
of the Hospital for Consumption, Brompton."

_Similia similibus._ HER MAJESTY treats, by promoting consumption. But
the First of Lady Doctors does not "exhibit" infinitesimal doses. Truly
Royal practice of homoeopathy.

                               * * * * *

                      THE SOUTH KENSINGTON BAZAAR.

MR. PUNCH has seldom been more disgusted--and that is saying a good deal
in these days--than by the low, sordid, Philistine, anticosmopolitan
agitation on the subject of the International Exhibitions.

He will endeavour to express himself calmly on the topic, but gives no
pledge that he will not be induced to use strong language.

British manufacturers and vendors complain (he hates people that
complain of anything) that the Foreigner is unduly and unjustly favoured
by the directors of these Exhibitions. "Foreigner!" At the outset, that
word is in itself offensive. All mankind are Brothers, more or less. But
let that pass.

The Foreigner is allowed to bring to South Kensington whatever wares he
pleases, and to exhibit them to the best advantage at handsome stalls,
for which he pays no rent. To the Exhibition the British public is
invited by every official blandishment--fete, flower-show, and music are
among the attractions--and for several months the very best and most
opulent portion of society is thus brought to be tempted by the
Foreigner's productions.

Furthermore, the Foreigner is allowed to deprive the Exhibition of its
character as an Exhibition, and to make it a shop. For he may sell
anything which he has brought over (whether it be part of his show, or
any other article which it has occurred to him as likely to be
acceptable), and the purchaser may take it away at once. This is
coarsely described as entirely departing from the theory that it was by
the display and comparison of wares that the interests of Art were to be
promoted. It is irreverently urged that the accomplished Prince who
originally devised those Exhibitions would never have sanctioned their
being converted into Shops and Bazaars.

The British manufacturers and vendors condescend to urge that this is
not giving them fair play, that the Foreigner is helped in every way to
sell his goods, and that the Briton who pays rent for his own shop, and
heavy taxes for the support of the State, is rendered all the less able
to do so, by reason that custom is drawn away from him in favour of
those who pay neither rent nor taxes.

_Mr. Punch_ regrets to find that Leading Men of business take these
narrow views, and that the representatives of some of the most eminent
firms in England have met under the auspices of the LORD MAYOR, also a
man of business, to assert that the system is unjust. It may be thought
that when such men deliberately protest against anything, they may be
supposed to have good reasons for their protest. But this is a
commonplace way of thinking.

Let us try and rise above mere material views, and let the holy and
genial rays of the sun of cosmopolitanism warm up our insular hearts.
All mankind are Brothers, as has been already observed, and who would
grudge his brother anything? Why should the British person be considered
in the matter? Talk of his paying taxes--well, he does not like to pay
them--and if he is ruined, he will not be called upon to pay them any
more. That is a detail beneath contempt. What _Mr. Punch_ is so ashamed
of, is the chill and callous British nature, which refuses to recognise
the holiness of universal philanthropy, and clings to old-fashioned
ideas of a man's duty to his own family and his own nation. The
Englishman who could see in the prosperity of the Rue de Rivoli no
compensation for the ruin of Regent Street, is so low in the scale of
civilisation that we blush to call him countryman.

_Mr. Punch_ has no such sordid feelings, and his noble heart will leap
with generous joy to behold the wealthy pouring out their gold on the
counter or at the stall of his Foreign Brothers at South Kensington, and
if his British Brother is, as he thinks, unfairly used and impoverished,
let him find consolation in the thought that we are all the same "flesh
and blood." Let him mention this to MR. LOWE'S tax-collector, and it is
certain that the latter will, like STERNE'S angel, drop a gentle tear on
the charge he was going to make, and blot it out for ever.

                               * * * * *

[Illustration: PLEASURES OF HUNTING BY RAIL.

JONES'S NEW HORSE--FIVE MINUTES BEFORE THE TRAIN STARTS.]

                               * * * * *

                     PAST AND PRESENT OBSTRUCTION.

        WHERE now are the Parsons, with too high a hand
          Who whilom were wont things to carry?
        The sole Clergy known to the Law of the Land,
          With charter to bury and marry,
        Whose Pluralists lazily fattened, like swine;
          Their rubicund joles bloomed like roses:
        They were used so to soak themselves full of port-wine,
          That it purpled their overgrown noses.

        O where and O where are those proud Parsons gone?
          O where and O where shall we find them,
        With the waistcoat so full, and the shovel-hat on,
          As our limners in their days designed them?
        A sinecure mostly the cure of the souls
          To which for attention not giving
        They never feared being called over the coals,
          They showed forth their fruits of good living.

        To the Church they were stanch; they held on with a kind
          Of a power like horseleeches' of suction,
        Intolerant, bigoted, narrow, and blind,
          They but lived to persist in obstruction.
        They evermore voted for absolute rule,
          For coercion, restraint, and repression,
        And exclusion, by tests, from each College and School,
          They opposed every kind of concession.

        Those Parsons of old are no longer seen here;
          Now no more do they hamper this nation.
        They are all gone the way of HERR BREITMANN his beer;
          They have ceased to obstruct education.
        The Church has grown broad, throwing open each door,
          Which, the bigot except, each one enters,
        And we now, in the place of the Parsons of yore,
          Behold cross-grained and jealous Dissenters.

                               * * * * *

                                A CARD.

H.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES would convey, through his friend, _Mr.
Punch_, warmest thanks to all his loyal and loving fellow-subjects for
their sympathy, earnest interest, and kind inquiries. In due time H. R.
H. hopes to make public acknowledgment of the national feeling which has
been so nobly testified.

Meantime, by advice of his friend above mentioned, H. R. H. signifies
that he would be particularly obliged if all Mayors, Beadles,
Corporations, Cocked Hats, Town Clerks, Silver Maces, Respected
Townsmen, and other Activities would kindly allow him some respite
before the flood of Conventional Congratulation is turned on. Might he
ask to be allowed the quiet and peace permitted to other convalescents?
Would Addressers deign to remember that though he is a Prince, "a man's
a man for a' that"?                                                A. E.
_Sandringham._               RESPECT THIS!      =PUNCH.=
                                                     _Fleet Street._

                               * * * * *

                       =Portsmouth or Brighton.=

SHALL the Easter Monday Volunteer Review be holden at Brighton or
Portsmouth? This question may have been decided in favour of Brighton by
the Sovereign, or by the Shilling, which would have done equally well,
to determine the choice by a toss-up; and sufficient for that, indeed,
would have been "skying a copper." Brighton has downs adapted for the
field of military manoeuvres, but so has Portsmouth; and as to either
place, whether you regard the neighbourhood or the inhabitants, it is
hard to say which is the more downy.

                               * * * * *

                       =No Mistake in the Name.=

AS "A Thankoffering from India," a contemporary announces that on
account of the recovery of the PRINCE OF WALES, a charitable donation of
L200 has been sent to London by MR. COWASJEE JEHANGIER READYMONEY.
Anybody would have given MR. READYMONEY credit for having earned his
name, and now everybody must see that he well deserves it. Is MR.
READYMONEY a Parsee? At any rate, he is the reverse of Parsi-monious.

                               * * * * *

[Illustration: THE CONNOISSEURS.

_Groom._ "WHEW'S BEER DO YOU LIKE BEST--THIS 'ERE HOM'BREWED O' FISK'S,
OR THAT THERE ALE THEY GIVES YER AT THE WHITE HO'S'?"

_Keeper_ (_critically_). "WELL, O' THE TEW I PREFERS THIS 'ERE. THAT
THERE O' WUM'OODS'S DON'T FARE TO ME TO TASTE O' NAWTHUN AT ALL. NOW
THIS 'ERE DEW TASTE O' THE CASK!!"]

                               * * * * *

                        =EDUCATIONAL EPIGRAMS.=

                                   I.

                ABOUT the Three R's views unite
                  As voices blend in song.
                For the Fourth R, what some hold right,
                  That all folk else deem wrong.

                Of those Fourth R's as yet while none
                  The right R proved can be,
                To teach them all, therein where one,
                  Why can't good folk agree?

                                  II.

                Milk is for babes, wrote one that knew.
                Sectarian Educators, you
                  Who dogmas teach which Doctors question,
                Are you not giving babes strong meat,
                So much too tough for them to eat,
                  The upshot must be indigestion?

                               * * * * *

                         AN OBJECT OF SYMPATHY.

CAN a man murder his wife? The point seems doubtful, to judge by the
common experience of the Courts, and the general tone of public opinion,
when a charge for this questionable offence is under consideration or
comment. On the whole, it would seem to be desirable that we should
cease to use the term "Murder" of Wife-killing, and create a special
term for that offence--if offence it can be called. May we suggest
either "Wife-icide," or "Spousi-cide," or "Uxori-cide"? It would be the
correlative, in cases of feminine life-taking, of "justifiable homicide"
in the case of male.

It was very touching to observe the general expression of newspaper
sympathy with an individual lately convicted for having pushed a little
too far, perhaps, the natural feeling of exasperation and impatience
with a wife who may safely be assumed to have been a very aggravating
person. "Poor monomaniac," "unfortunate gentleman," and so forth, are
terms which testify to the natural tenderness of the public feeling
towards one who is subjected to such painful consequences for so venial
an act of temporary irritation.

We are glad to see that this touching and well-directed sympathy is
confined to this unfortunate victim of a rash impulse. As for the woman
who provoked him, we observe only a considerate silence, or the
expression of a feeling equivalent to the well-known Cornish
verdict--"Sarved her right."

                               * * * * *

                           NEWS FROM NAPLES.

MR. PUNCH received a letter stating that in the writer's opinion it
might interest _Mr. P.'s_ readers to know the state of the weather
in Naples. If there be one thing in the world nobody out of Naples
cares one farthing about, _Mr. Punch_ supposes that thing to be
mentioned above. But, _respice finem_. On examining the report enclosed
by his Correspondent, _Mr. Punch_ discovers that the subject is very
interesting indeed. Here is the faithful reprint of an official document
supplied to the _Naples Observer_. Emphatically we call the weather in
question queer weather. We omit barometers and thermometers, and all
that stuff.

                STATE OF THE WEATHER IN NAPLES FROM THE
                       6TH TO THE 12TH JAN. 1872.

                -------+-------------------------------
                 DATE. |     OBSERVATIONS.
                -------+-------------------------------
                Jan. 6 | Rain and p. m
                  "  7 | Rain right Clouded da_y_.
                  "  8 | Rain rlg_h_t off on day.
                  "  9 | Heag rain thurdestorm rain d.
                  " 10 | Heag rain swig right.
                  " 11 | Clouded day.
                  " 12 | Brig_h_th da_y_.
                -------+-------------------------------

                               * * * * *

                      =Spiritualism for Sailors.=

MR. VERNON LUSHINGTON, Permanent Secretary to the Admiralty, speaking of
that body of naval administrators, doubtless, with knowledge and in
sincerity, calls it a "Phantom Board." A Board of Phantoms may be said
to be a Board of Ghosts, and such a Board of Admiralty sending British
seamen afloat in rotten _Megaeras_, is a Board of Ghosts with power to
add to their number.

                               * * * * *

                            A MODEST DEMAND.

THE season might be milder--it could hardly be more malevolent. But here
is mildness:--

    A WIDOWER of middle age, of quiet and regular habits, who has
    three children at boarding school, desires a HOME in the house
    of an independent Christian widow or single lady, whose object
    in letting apartments is chiefly society, who would accept
    merely nominal terms, and where he would be the only lodger.
    Nice house and servant desirable.--Address, with every
    particular, &c., &c.

What a charming person must this advertiser be, if we may judge from the
high value which he sets on his society! No doubt he has been deluged
with replies to his advertisement. What independent lady could possibly
decline to offer him the home which he so modestly demands, and to
sacrifice her independence by accepting him as lodger, first, and
finally as lord, as soon as he inclined to offer her his heart? "Beware
of widows, _Sammy!_" said the elder _Mr. Weller_. Beware of widowers,
ladies! adds the wiser _Mr. Punch_.

                               * * * * *

                      =The Weather and the Paths.=

            Foul weather! Come on, my Macintosh
              And my Boots; we'll never mind it,
            While the rain the face of the Earth doth wash,
              Though the dirtier still we find it.

                               * * * * *

                      =Freshwomen of the Future.=

IT is proposed to transfer the Ladies' College to Cambridge. This
addition, if made, to Alma Mater will, in case of future controversy
between disorderly undergraduates and other inhabitants, be obviously an
advantage over Town in favour of Gown. For even the Graduates and Dons
of the gentler sex will all be Gownswomen.




                           Transcriber Notes:

Passages in italics were indicated by _underscores_.

Passages in bold were indicated by =equal signs=.

Small caps were replaced with ALL CAPS.

Throughout the document, the oe ligature was replaced with "oe".

Throughout the dialogues, there were words used to mimic accents of the
speakers. Those words were retained as-is.

Errors in punctuations and inconsistent hyphenation were not corrected
unless otherwise noted. For instance, a quotation mark is missing in the
first main paragraph of "Evenings From Home," and the formatting and
spelling of the table under "State of the Weather in Naples from the 6th
to the 12th Jan. 1872" is kept as-is.

Illustrations with a single letter in their caption were sometimes used
in the original pages to serve as initial capital letters.

On page 51, last part of the poem "The 'Phantom Board'." was moved to
page 48 so that the full page illustration "The 'Phantom Board'." would
not divide the poem.





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