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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, September 12, 1841
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was at length solved, by the exhibition of sundry articles of a Lilliputian wardrobe, followed by an announcement in the Morning Post, under the head of
“BIRTHS.—Yesterday morning, the lady of Agamemnon Collumpsion Applebite, Esq., of a son and heir.”
Pleasant-terrace was strawed from one end to the other; the knocker of 24 was encased in white kid, a doctor’s boy was observed to call three times a-day, and a pot-boy twice as often.
Collumpsion was in a seventh heaven of wedded bliss. He shook hands with everybody—thanked everybody—invited everybody when Mrs. A. should be better, and noted down in his pocket-book what everybody prescribed as infallible remedies for the measles, hooping-cough, small-pox, and rashes (both nettle and tooth)—listened for hours to the praises of vaccination and Indian-rubber rings—pronounced Goding’s porter a real blessing to mothers, and inquired the price of boys’ suits and rocking-horses!
In this state of paternal felicity we must leave him till our next.
TO CAPITALISTS.
It is rumoured that Macready is desirous of disposing of his “manners” previous to becoming manager, when he will have no further occasion for them. They are in excellent condition, having been very little used, and would be a desirable purchase for any one expecting to move within the sphere of his management.
REASON’S NE PLUS ULTRA.
A point impossible for mind to reach—
To find the meaning of a royal speech.
AN APPROPRIATE NAME.
The late Queen of the Sandwich Islands, and the first convert to Christianity in that country, was called Keopalani, which means—“the dropping of the clouds from Heaven.”
EPIGRAM ON THE ABOVE.
This name’s the best that could be given,
As will by proof be quickly seen;
For, “dropping from the clouds of Heaven,”
She was, of course, the raining Queen.
CAUTION TO SPORTSMEN.
Our gallant friend Sibthorp backed himself on the 1st of September to bag a hundred leverets in the course of the day. He lost, of course; and upon being questioned as to his reason for making so preposterous a bet, he confessed that he had been induced to do so by the specious promise of an advertisement, in which somebody professed to have discovered “a powder for the removal of superfluous hairs.”
OUT OF SEASON.
A LYRIC, BY THE LAST MAN—IN TOWN.
Chaos returns! no soul’s in town!
And darkness reigns where lamps once brightened;
Shutters are closed, and blinds drawn down—
Untrodden door-steps go unwhitened!
The echoes of some straggler’s boots
Alone are on the pavement ringing
While ’prentice boys, who smoke cheroots,
Stand critics to some broom-girl’s singing.
I went to call on Madame Sims,
In a dark street, not far from Drury;
An Irish crone half-oped the door.
Whose head might represent a fury.
“At home, sir?” “No! (whisper)—but I’ll presume
To tell the truth, or know the raison.
She dines—tays—lives—in the back room,
Bekase ’tis not the London saison.”
From thence I went to Lady Bloom’s,
Where, after sundry rings and knocking,
A yawning, liveried lad appear’d,
His squalid face his gay clothes mocking
I asked him, in a faltering tone—
The house was closed—I guess’d the reason—
“Is Lady B.’s grand-aunt, then, gone?”—
“To Ramsgate, sir!—until next season!”
I sauntered on to Harry Gray’s,
The ennui of my heart to lighten;
His landlady, with, smirk and smile,
Said, “he had just run down to Brighton.”
When home I turned my steps, at last,
A tailor—whom to kick were treason—
Pressed for his bill;—I hurried past,
Politely saying—CALL NEXT SEASON!
THE GENTLEMAN’S OWN BOOK.
We concluded our last article with a brief dissertation on the cut of the trousers; we will now proceed to the consideration of coats.
“The hour must come when such things must be made.”
For this quotation we are indebted to
THE POET’S PAGE.
There are three kinds of coats—the body, the surtout, and the great.
The body-coat is again divided into classes, according to their application, viz.—the drawing-room, the ride, and the field.
The cut of the dress-coat is of paramount importance, that being the garment which decorates the gentleman at a time when he is naturally ambitious of going the entire D’Orsay. There is great nicety required in cutting this article of dress, so that it may at one and the same moment display the figure and waistcoat of the wearer to the utmost advantage. None but a John o’Groat’s goth would allow it to be imagined that the buttons and button-holes of this robe were ever intended to be anything but opposite neighbours, for a contrary conviction would imply the absence of a cloak in the hall or a cab at the door. We do not intend to give a Schneiderian dissertation upon garments; we merely wish to trace outlines; but to those who are anxious for a more intimate acquaintance with the intricacies and mysteries of the delightful and civilising art of cutting, we can only say, Vide Stultz.11. Should any gentleman avail himself of this hint, we should feel obliged if he would mention the source from whence it was derived, having a small account standing in that quarter, for tailors have gratitude.
The riding-coat is the connecting link between the DRESS and the rest of the great family of coats, as one button, and one only of this garment, may be allowed to be applied to his apparent use.
It is so cut, that the waistcoat pockets may be easy of access. Any gentleman who has attended races or other sporting meetings must have found the convenience of this arrangement; for where the course is well managed, as at Epsom, Ascot, Hampton, &c., by the judicious regulations of the stewards, the fingers are generally employed in the distribution of those miniature argentine medallions of her Majesty so particularly admired by ostlers, correct card-vendors, E.O. table-keepers, Mr. Jerry, and the toll-takers on the road and the course. The original idea of these coats was accidentally given by John Day, who was describing, on Nugee’s cutting-board, the exact curvature of Tattenham Corner.
The shooting-jacket should be designed after a dovecot or a chest of drawers; and the great art in rendering this garment perfect, is to make the coat entirely of pockets, that part which covers the shoulders being only excepted, from the difficulty of carrying even a cigar-case in that peculiar situation.
The surtout (not regulation) admits of very little design. It can only be varied by the length of the