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Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, July 2, 1892

Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, July 2, 1892

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troubles and misfortunes hard;

And over her he kept both watch and ward,

With the assistance of two valiant knightes,

Prince ARTHURE, and the Red Crosse Paladin,

A pair of brotherlie and doughtie wightes,

Though erst had they indulged in mutual flouts and spites.

For loe! a divelish dragon didde infest

That region, and fair UNA strove to slay.

Her to protect from that prodigious pest,

The Red Crosse Knight—who lived out Midland way—

Didde, with Prince ARTHURE, travel day by day,

And prodded up that lyon as they strode,

With their speare pointes, as though in jovial play,

To holde fair UNA, who her safety owed,

Unto the puissant beaste whereon she proudlie rode.

Anon they heard a roaring hideous sound

That all the ayre with terror filled wyde,

And seemed uneath to shake the stedfast ground;

Eftsoones that dreadful dragon they espyde,

Where stretcht he lay upon the sunny side

Of a great hill, himself like a great hill:

But, all so soone as he from far descryde

Those glistering knights banded in right good will,

He rous'd himselfe full blyth, and hastned them untill.

Then badd those knightes fair UNA yede aloof,

Whiles they attacked that dragon side by side,

And put the issue to stern battaille's proof;

"We'll give this Big Green Bogey beans!" they cryde,

That Red Crosse Knight of Brummagem in his pride,

And brave Prince ARTHURE of the shining crest.

But if victoriously their blades they plied,

Or, baffled by the dragon, gave him beste,—

Why, that the barde will sing after the battaille's teste!


"THROUGH DARKEST LAMBETH."

'THROUGH DARKEST LAMBETH.'

POLITICS.

(By a Confused Citizen.)

What a state we'll soon be in!

Such a clamour, such a din,

Raised from Kew to Dalston,

Cork to Cromer, Wight to Wick!

Seeking votes through thin and thick,

GLADSBURY and SALSTONE!

Talk and chatter, speech and cry!

Some assert, then some deny

In a near or far shire;

Call each other names and laugh,

Jeer and chuckle, joke and chaff—

DEVONCOURT and HARSHIRE!

Still they come and still they go;

Up and down, and high and low,

Many more than those four.

Speak in Council, speak in House,

Think not yet of golf or grouse,

BALBERY and ROSEFOUR.

Rush and canvass up and down,

Village, hamlet, city, town,

Stately street or poor lane;

Start committees, advertise,

Think of rousing party cries,

CHAMBERLEY and MORLAIN!

Such a fidget, such a fuss!

There is no escape for us;

We shall have it shortly.

How I wish that both would go

Off to Bath or Jericho,

SALFOURLAIN, GLADCOURTLEY!


"Cave Kanem!"—"If," Dr. KANE is reported to have said at the Ulster Appeal Meeting in St. James's Hall, last Wednesday, "If they (the Ulster Irishmen) had to choose between arbitrary oppression and an appeal for justice to the God of battles, he (Dr. KANE) had no more doubt than he had about his existence, that that appeal would be made, and that God would defend the right." With the saving clause adroitly introduced into the last sentence, everyone, except an Atheist, will agree; and, but for this, this speech reads as an incentive to Civil War, intended to stir up brother against brother to fight to the death. Such sentiments may, in the future, be remembered as marked with "the brand of KANE."


A Difficulty.—Mr. Dick was unable to keep, "King Charles the First's head" out of his literary work. So Our OSCAR, it is said, has been unable to keep the head of St. John the Baptist out of his play, Salomé, accepted by SARAH. Hence difficulty with licenser. The real truth, we believe, is that the head, according to received tradition, should be brought in by Salomé "on a charger," and SARAH protests against this, as she is not an equestrian.


A New Songstress.—Mr. CUSINS, on Wednesday last, accompanying SCHUMANN, RUBINSTEIN, & Co., may fairly be described as "CUSINS German." A very successful Concert, musically notable, among many notable things, for the début of Miss GWLADYS WOOD, who, being vociferously encored, gave a Tyrolean Volkslied, or "VOKES' Family" dance and song, playing the accompaniment herself. "She ought to do well."—I quote SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, the Musician, who sang a duo with Mme. VALDA. The Concert commenced with a "Septette (By DESIRE)." This is a new Composer.


The Beadle with the German Reeds' Staff. The Beadle with the German Reeds' Staff.

An Afternoon with Those who "Entertain" More than Anyone in London.—"Charity Begins At Home" or rather it begins at the GERMAN REEDS,' after CORNEY GRAIN has finished his amusing "Vocal Recital." Then it is that never-failing Charity begins, and goes as well as ever. ALFRED REED is immensely funny, especially when disguised as a Charity Girl. On no account miss the Grain of Chaff's capital French version of CHEVALIER's Coster song about "'Arry 'Awkins." It's lovely! Excellent entertainment for everybody at St. George's Hall.


Doctor O'Letters.—July 6th.—Not "D.C.L." but "honorary degree of Doctor of Letters," is to be conferred by Dublin University on HENRY IRVING, for masterly management of vast correspondence. Let Oxford follow suit with a "Postmastership of Merton." Dr. L. O'TOOLE says, "I'm satisfied with 'L.L.L. Three Stars,' and plenty of it."


THE HORSE-EDUCATOR.

(A Sketch at Sydenham.)

SCENE—An Arena at North End of Crystal Palace.—The Arena is thickly covered with sawdust, and occupied solely by a light American waggon. There is a small steam-engine at one side, with an escape-pipe and valve projecting into the Circus, and a bundle of parti-coloured stuff is fluttering overhead opposite. From loose-boxes, three or four horses are examining these ominous preparations with apprehensive eyes. Enter a Portly Gentleman in a tall hat and frock-coat, who bows to the audience, and is but faintly applauded, owing to a disappointed sense that the ideal Horse-trainer would not tame in a tall hat. However, he merely appears to introduce Professor NORTON B. SMITH, who, turning out to be a slender, tall man, in a slouch hat, black velveteen coat, breeches, and riding boots, is received with enthusiasm.

The Professor (with a slight Transatlantic accent). The first animal On my list, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a vurry bad shyer, afraid Of strange Objects, Fireworks, Music, Paper. Almost anything, in fact. Bring out Number One, boys. (To a tall Groom and a short one, who rush to the loose-boxes, the short Groom falling over a drum, to the general

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