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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, September 27, 1890

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, September 27, 1890

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party ceases to direct the government of the country, his Assistant Private Secretary follows him into the cold shade of adversity and opposition, and stands by him with exemplary usefulness and fidelity. But, though he is often pressed, he never contests a constituency, feeling, perhaps, that it is impossible to serve both Society and the Caucus. In time his name becomes the common property of all Society journals—his biography is published in one, his discreet service is extolled in another, while a third goes so far as to hint that, if the truth were known, it would be found that the various departments of the State could not possibly carry on their affairs without his enlightened counsel. He adopts an antique fashion of dress, in order to emphasise his personality. He wears a stock, and a very wide-brimmed hat, and carries a bunch of seals dangling from a fob.

At forty-five he marries the daughter of a powerful Peer, and, shortly afterwards, insures so much of the favour of Royalty as to be spoken of as a persona grata at Court. Henceforward his services are often employed in delicate negotiations, which may necessitate the climbing of many back-stairs. On such occasions, and after it has been announced in the papers that "Mr. So-and-so was the bearer of an important communication" from one great person to another, it is his custom to show himself in his Clubs and in crowded haunts, so that he may enjoy the pleasure of being pointed out, digita prætereuntium, and of catching the whispers of those who nudge one another as they mention his name.

Finally, it will be rumoured that he has been collecting materials for the Memoirs which he proposes shortly to publish. But though he never disclaims the intention, and is even understood, on more than one occasion, to allude in conversation to the precise period of his life to which his writing has then brought him, it is quite certain that he will never carry out the intention, or bring out the book. At the age of sixty he will still be a young man, with a gay style of banter peculiarly his own. Towards the end of his life he will often talk darkly of great events in which he has played a part, and of extraordinary services which only he could have performed; and when he dies, the country will be called upon to mourn for one who has saved it from social degradation, and from political disaster.


A PIG IN A POKE.

[According to the Standard, by the new Meat Inspection Law, just come into force in the United States, American cattle and pigs for export to England, France, or Germany, are to be inspected before leaving America, with a view to removing the grounds of objection on the part of those Governments to the unrestricted reception of these important American exports. Should any foreign Government, fearful of pleuro-pneumonia or trichinosis, refuse to trust to the infallibility of the American inspectors, the President of the United States is authorised to retaliate by directing that such products of such foreign State as he may deem proper shall be excluded from importation to the United States.]

O SENATOR EDMONDS, of verdant Vermont,

Of wisdom you may be a marvellous font;

But you'll hardly get JOHN,—'tis too much of a joke!—

To buy in your fashion a Pig in a Poke;

Which nobody can expect!

To slaughter your Cattle when reaching our shore,

You probably think is no end of a bore;

But even your valiant Vermonters to please,

We cannot afford to spread Cattle-disease,

Which nobody can desire.

A Yankee Inspector is all very fine,

But if pleuro-pneumonia crosses the line,

And with BULL'S bulls and heifers should play up the deuce,

A Yankee Inspector won't be of much use,

Which nobody can dispute.

A Yankee Inspector you seem to suppose is

A buckler and barrier against trichinosis;

Bat trichinae pass without passports. Bacilli

And microbes that Yankee might miss willy-nilly,

Which nobody can deny.

Port-slaughter restrictions may limit your trade.

Well, your Tariffs Protective to help us aren't made,

And we cannot run dangers to plump up your wealth,

Until you can show us a clean bill of health,

Which nobody can assert.

And as to that cudgel tucked under your arm,

You fancy, perhaps, it will act as a charm.

No, JONATHAN! JOHN to your argument's dull,

And you will not convince him by cracking his skull,

Which nobody can suppose.

The Gaul and the Teuton seem much of my mind,

And, despite your new Law, you will probably find

That Yankee Inspectors, plus menaces big,

Rehabilitate not the American Pig,

Which nobody can affirm.

No, JONATHAN, JOHNNY feels no animosity,

He'd like, with yourself, to have true Reciprocity;

But neither your Law, nor a smart cudgel-stroke,

Will make him—or them—buy your Pig in a Poke—

Which nobody can particularly

wonder at, after all; now can

they, JONATHAN?


"NOMINE MUTATO."—For some weeks there was a considerable amount of correspondence in the Times, anent "Ecclesiastical Titles," which suddenly disappeared. Was the topic resumed one day last week under the new heading, "The Symbolical Representation of Ciphers?"


LATEST FROM THE LYCEUM.—With a view to supplying the entire world with the current number, Mr. Punch goes to press at a date too early to permit of a criticism of Ravenswood. So he contents himself (for the present) by merely recording that at the initial performance on Saturday last all went as happily ("merrily," with so sombre a plot, is not the word) as a marriage-bell. There was a striking situation towards the end of the drama which was both novel and interesting. Mr. IRVING received and deserved a grand reception, and it was generally admitted that amongst the many admirable impersonations for which MISS ELLEN TERRY is celebrated, her Bride of Lammermoor appropriately "takes the cake!"


MY PRETTY JANE.

(Latest Version.)

[It is said that the price of wheat and the marriage-rate go together, most people getting married when wheat is highest.]

My pretty JANE, my dearest JANE,

Ah, never look so shy,

But meet me, meet me in the market,

When the price of wheat rules high.

The glut is waning fast, my love,

And corn is getting dear;

Good (Hymen) times are coming, love,

Ceres our hearts shall cheer.

Then pretty JANE, though poorish JANE,

Ah, never pipe your eye,

But meet me, meet me at the Altar,

For the price of wheat rules high!

Yes, name the day, the happy day,

I can afford the ring;

For corn rules high, the marriage rate

Mounts up like anything;

The "quarter" stands at fifty, love,

Which, for Mark Lane

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