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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, July 29th 1893
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, July 29th 1893
Punch, or the London Charivari
Volume 105, July 29th 1893
edited by Sir Francis Burnand
MUSCULAR EDUCATION.
Mr. Punch has much pleasure in recommending the following Prospectus to the notice of parents desirous of finding a thoroughly practical school where boys are educated according to the real requirements of modern life.
CLOANTHUS HOUSE, MARKET DREPANUM, OXON.
Mr. J. Pen-Rullox, M.A. Cambs., and the Rev. Wilfrid Bails, B.A. Oxon, receive pupils to prepare for the great public schools and universities.
The well-known qualifications of Mr. Pen-Rullox, who rowed stroke in his university boat in the celebrated race at Amwell in 1878, and of the Rev. Mr. Bails, who played for Oxford in the famous university match in the Common Fields in 1882, will be sufficient guarantee that the boys will be thoroughly well instructed.
Besides Rowing, Cricket, and Football; Swimming, Racquets, Boxing, and Hockey, are specially attended to by competent Assistant-Masters, under the personal supervision of the Principals.
Billiards, Lawn-tennis, Poker, Nurr and Spell, and some other minor games, now too frequently neglected in the education of youth, will find their due place in the curriculum of Cloanthus House.
It is in contemplation, should a sufficient number of boys show a marked inclination for such studies, to engage a Board-school Master, of approved competence, to direct literary and scientific work.
Terms, inclusive, £250 per annum, payable in advance: the only extras at present being Reading, Writing, Polo, and Arithmetic.
Reference is kindly permitted to the following:—The Right Rev. the Bishop of Isthmia; the Editor of the Sporting Life; the Rev. R. E. D. Horgan, M.A., Jesurum Col., Cambs; the Sports Editor of the Field; the Warden of Mortlake College, Putney; Dr. S. A. Grace, LL.D.; the Hon. and Rev. Hurlingham Peel.
THE BITTER CRY OF THE BROKEN-VOICED CHORISTER.
(A long way after Tennyson.)
Break, break, break,
O voice on that clear top C!
And I would that my throat could utter
High notes as they used to be.
O well for old Bundlecoop's boy
That he still shouts his full round A!
O well for that tow-headed lad
That he sings in his old clear way.
And the anthems still go on
With boy-trebles sharp and shrill;
But O for my "compass," so high and grand,
And the voice that I used to trill!
Break, break, break,
Like a creaky old gate, top C!
But the high treble notes of a voice that is cracked,
Will never come back to me!
QUEER QUERIES.
The White Currency Question.—Can nothing be done to prevent the Indian Viceroy from carrying out his monstrous proposal about the Rupee? I was just off to Bombay (having recently completed a period of enforced seclusion in Devonshire, occasioned by a too successful competition with a monopolist Mint) on the strength of a newspaper paragraph that "Free Coining of Silver" was permitted in that happy land. Free Coining! In my opinion it beats "Free Education" hollow, and is just what I have always wanted. I felt that my fortune was made, when suddenly the news comes that the free coinage business is stopped. What an injustice! In the name of the down-trodden Hindoo, to whom my specially manufactured nickel-and-tin Rupee would have been quite a new revelation, I protest against this interference with the immemorial customs of our Oriental fellow-subjects.—Jeremiah D'Iddla.
Contributed by Our Own Welsh-Harper's Magazine.—With the Ap Morgans, Ap Rhys, Ap Jones, and many others, Wales is the ideal "'Appy Land."
SEASONABLE.
(By a future Lord Chancellor.)
The close of the season, the close of the season,
It leaves a man rifled of rhino and reason;
And now, with hot rain and a westerly breeze on,
I don't opine racketing London agrees on
The whole with Society. "Kyrie Eleison"
I'll chaunt when I stand with my wife and my wee son
Some windy "Parade" or exuberant "Lees" on,
In the splash of the salt and the flash of the free sun,
And am garbed in a fashion that, sure, would be treason
To Bond Street; and ruminate, sprawling at ease on
The sands with their bands and extempore sprees on.—
"Table d'Hôte-ards," repair to your Homburgs or freeze on
Cosmopolitan Alps, and eat kickshaws to tease one;
But me let the niggers marine and the sea's un-
Translateable sing-song, and bathers with d——s on,
Delight, and bare children, their noses and knees on,
Till quite I forget Messrs. Welby and Meeson
(Those despots of law) and my failures, and fees un-
Liquidated as yet, and myself—and the season!
AT COVENT GARDEN LAST THURSDAY.
Production of new Opera, Amy Robsart, arranged (and very well arranged, too) from Sir Walter Scott's novel, by Sir Augustus Harris and Paul Milliet, the English adaptation by Frederic Weatherly, and music by Isidore de Lara. Calvé in the title rôle, splendid; going through everything—three rather lengthy Acts, two impassioned love-duets, and the trap-door in the bridge—with unflagging spirit and charm.
In the Second Act, Kenilworth shown illuminated for the reception of Elizabeth—Leicester having evidently borrowed one of the band kiosks from Earl's Court. Elizabeth, according to stage directions, should have entered "seated upon a magnificent white horse," but preferred to walk in. Possibly her steed detained by business engagements. As represented by Madame Armand, an easy-going, sunny-tempered sovereign, with an amiable dislike of any "unpleasantness" among her courtiers. The Earl of Sussex the most impressive mute (next to his contemporary the Earl of Burleigh in The Critic) on the boards,—nothing to do but look haughty, and at last, at the Queen's command, consent to become reconciled to Leicester,—but the subtle suggestion in his "shake-hands" that he did so on compulsion, and reserved himself the right of punching Leicester's head at the first convenient opportunity, very artistically conveyed. Part most carefully thought out. The Revels cut