Chapter 5

Adelphi Theatre.

BILLY WATERS.

Sigr. Paolo's,

Night.

BOX

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CIX.

QUEEN CAROLINE AND THE TEMPTER.

Queen Caroline and the Tempter.

And so they sent aMessenger,To meet the Queen halfway;And give herFifty Thousand PoundsIf she abroad would stay;And never more be call'd a Queen,Or any such a thing,But leave them with their daintv dishTo set before the King.

And so they sent aMessenger,

To meet the Queen halfway;

And give herFifty Thousand Pounds

If she abroad would stay;

And never more be call'd a Queen,

Or any such a thing,

But leave them with their daintv dish

To set before the King.

From abrochureentitled the "Green Bag: or, a Dainty Dish to set before a King." Published by Hone, and illustrated by Geo. Cruikshank.

Image of a Pub.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXI.

A DROP OF GIN!

Gin and Water.GIN AND WATER.

GIN AND WATER.

GGin! Gin! a Drop of Gin!What magnified Monsters circle therein!Ragged, and stained, with filth and mud,Some plague-spotted, and some with blood!Shapes of Misery, Shame, and Sin!Figures that make us loathe and tremble,Creatures scarce human, that more resembleBroods of diabolical kin,Ghoule and Vampyre, Demon and Jin!

Gin! Gin! a Drop of Gin!

What magnified Monsters circle therein!

Ragged, and stained, with filth and mud,

Some plague-spotted, and some with blood!

Shapes of Misery, Shame, and Sin!

Figures that make us loathe and tremble,

Creatures scarce human, that more resemble

Broods of diabolical kin,

Ghoule and Vampyre, Demon and Jin!

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXII.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin!

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin!

Air.—Home, Sweet Home.

WWalkthrough London town, in Alley, Lane or Street,Eight to ten of all the folks you overtake or meet,List to what they talk about, you'll find amid the din,The end of every conversation is a drop of Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.

Walkthrough London town, in Alley, Lane or Street,

Eight to ten of all the folks you overtake or meet,

List to what they talk about, you'll find amid the din,

The end of every conversation is a drop of Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXIII.

Gin, Gin, Sweet Gin.

WWhenthe world was young, as we read in classic page,The shepherds drank the purling stream, and pass'd the golden age;For purling streams or golden age folks now don't care a pin,So that they can raise the brass to keep this age of Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Hodge's Gin,Gin, Gin, Hodge's Gin.

Whenthe world was young, as we read in classic page,

The shepherds drank the purling stream, and pass'd the golden age;

For purling streams or golden age folks now don't care a pin,

So that they can raise the brass to keep this age of Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Hodge's Gin,Gin, Gin, Hodge's Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Hodge's Gin,

Gin, Gin, Hodge's Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXIV.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin

WWhenthe weather's cold and bleak—in rain and frost and snow,The Gin, the Gin they fly to, to warm them with its glow.In summer time, to cool their heat, we see them all flock in,And joy or sorrow, heat or cold, all seek relief in Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Seager and Evans's Gin.Gin, Gin, Seager and Evans's Gin.

Whenthe weather's cold and bleak—in rain and frost and snow,

The Gin, the Gin they fly to, to warm them with its glow.

In summer time, to cool their heat, we see them all flock in,

And joy or sorrow, heat or cold, all seek relief in Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Seager and Evans's Gin.Gin, Gin, Seager and Evans's Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Seager and Evans's Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXV.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin

SSirRichard Birnie sad, declares that never in his time,Was seen so much depravity, want, misery and crime;And all the brawls—the riotings—the day and nightly din,Are caused by what he never tasted! filthy! horrid Gin!Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Booth's Cordial Gin.Gin, Gin, Booth's Cordial Gin.

SirRichard Birnie sad, declares that never in his time,

Was seen so much depravity, want, misery and crime;

And all the brawls—the riotings—the day and nightly din,

Are caused by what he never tasted! filthy! horrid Gin!

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Booth's Cordial Gin.Gin, Gin, Booth's Cordial Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Booth's Cordial Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXVI.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

IInIndia, when a Husband dies—the Widow ne'er can smile,She's burnt alive, a sacrifice, upon her husband's pile;In London many Wives and Widows deem it not a sin,To sacrifice and burn themselves alive with fire of Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Sir Robert Burnett's Gin.Gin, Gin, Sir Robert Burnett's Gin.

InIndia, when a Husband dies—the Widow ne'er can smile,

She's burnt alive, a sacrifice, upon her husband's pile;

In London many Wives and Widows deem it not a sin,

To sacrifice and burn themselves alive with fire of Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Sir Robert Burnett's Gin.Gin, Gin, Sir Robert Burnett's Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Sir Robert Burnett's Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXVII.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

DDecrepitage with furrow'd face, and one foot in the grave,Hobbles on his crutches, and for a drop does crave;Infants, e'er they plainly talk, perk up each little chinAnd cry, oh mammy, daddy, baby d'ont a d'op o' din.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like GinGin, Gin, Currie's strong Gin.Gin, Gin, Currie's strong Gin.

Decrepitage with furrow'd face, and one foot in the grave,

Hobbles on his crutches, and for a drop does crave;

Infants, e'er they plainly talk, perk up each little chin

And cry, oh mammy, daddy, baby d'ont a d'op o' din.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like GinGin, Gin, Currie's strong Gin.Gin, Gin, Currie's strong Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin

Gin, Gin, Currie's strong Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXVIII.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

IInformer times we'd Goblins, Fairies, Witches, Ghosts and Sprites,Who ruled the people's minds by day, and play'd sad pranks o' nights;But now the tales of Ghosts and such the people can't take inThey won't believe in Spirits, yet put all their faith in Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Gaitskell's Gin.Gin, Gin, Gaitskell's Gin.

Informer times we'd Goblins, Fairies, Witches, Ghosts and Sprites,

Who ruled the people's minds by day, and play'd sad pranks o' nights;

But now the tales of Ghosts and such the people can't take in

They won't believe in Spirits, yet put all their faith in Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Gaitskell's Gin.Gin, Gin, Gaitskell's Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Gaitskell's Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXIX.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

IInthe Reign of old Queen Bess good eating did prevail,Her Majesty and all the Court would breakfast on strong ale;But now through every Court, the folk the fashion to be in,Wouldailall day, unless 'fore breakfast they could take some Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.

Inthe Reign of old Queen Bess good eating did prevail,

Her Majesty and all the Court would breakfast on strong ale;

But now through every Court, the folk the fashion to be in,

Wouldailall day, unless 'fore breakfast they could take some Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXX.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

OOldwomen used to cheer their hearts and found it did agree,By sometimes taking with a friend a cuptoomuch of tea;But now they're much morespirited—for tea don't care a pin,And only use their tea pots for a cuptoo muchof Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, tongue-relaxing Gin.Gin, Gin, tongue-relaxing Gin.

Oldwomen used to cheer their hearts and found it did agree,

By sometimes taking with a friend a cuptoomuch of tea;

But now they're much morespirited—for tea don't care a pin,

And only use their tea pots for a cuptoo muchof Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, tongue-relaxing Gin.Gin, Gin, tongue-relaxing Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, tongue-relaxing Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXI.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

FFighterstake a "a shove in the mouth," though it is their bane,Jack Ketch often has a "drop"—Scavengers a "drain";Pris'ners "half a yard of tape" to get in merry pin,And Actors oft get "mellow" with a "mellow dram" of Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Tragic, Comic Gin.Gin, Gin, Tragic, Comic Gin.

Fighterstake a "a shove in the mouth," though it is their bane,

Jack Ketch often has a "drop"—Scavengers a "drain";

Pris'ners "half a yard of tape" to get in merry pin,

And Actors oft get "mellow" with a "mellow dram" of Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Tragic, Comic Gin.Gin, Gin, Tragic, Comic Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Tragic, Comic Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXII.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

TThompson'sshop on Holborn Hill is crowded like a fair,All the taps continually running out are there;Swing swang go the doors, while some pop out and some pop in,Foreigners must surely think that John Bull lives on Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Deadley'sOld TomGin.Gin, Gin, Deadley'sOld TomGin.

Thompson'sshop on Holborn Hill is crowded like a fair,

All the taps continually running out are there;

Swing swang go the doors, while some pop out and some pop in,

Foreigners must surely think that John Bull lives on Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, Deadley'sOld TomGin.Gin, Gin, Deadley'sOld TomGin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Deadley'sOld TomGin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXIII.

Gin, Gin, Sweet, Sweet Gin.

TThisWorld was once deluged by water, drowning Son & Sire,But when it is destroy'd again, we read 'twill be by fire;And this must be the awful time, so prevalent is sin,As all the wicked world do burn their insides out with Gin.Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, dear-seductive Gin.Gin, Gin, dear-seductive Gin.

ThisWorld was once deluged by water, drowning Son & Sire,

But when it is destroy'd again, we read 'twill be by fire;

And this must be the awful time, so prevalent is sin,

As all the wicked world do burn their insides out with Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,There's no drops like Gin.Gin, Gin, dear-seductive Gin.Gin, Gin, dear-seductive Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, dear-seductive Gin.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXIV.

IF I HAD A DONKEY WOT WOULDN'T GO.

If I Had a Donkey.The Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animalswas instituted in 1824. Through its exertions hundreds of cases of cruelty are annually prosecuted. Acts for the protection of animals were passed in 1822 "Martin's Act," and in 1835 and 1839.

The Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animalswas instituted in 1824. Through its exertions hundreds of cases of cruelty are annually prosecuted. Acts for the protection of animals were passed in 1822 "Martin's Act," and in 1835 and 1839.

If I had a donkey wot wouldn't go,D'ye think I'd wollop him?—no, no, no.But gentle means I'd try, d'ye see,Because I hate all cruelty;If all had been like me, in fact,There'd ha' been no occasion for Martin's act,Dumb animals to prevent getting cracked—on the head.For if I had a donkey wot wouldn't go,I never would wollop him—no, no, no;I'd give him some hay, and cry, Gee O!And come up, Neddy—Heigh Oh!What makes me mention this? This morn—I seed that cruel chap, Bill Burn,Whilst he was out a crying his greens,His donkey wollop with all his means,He hit him o'er his head and thighs,He brought the tears up in his eyes,At last my blood began to rise—And I said—If I had a donkey, &c.Bill turn'd and said to me—"Then, perhaps,You're one of these Mr. Martin's chapsWot now is seeking for occasion—All for to lie a hinformation."Though this I stoutly did deny,Bill up and gave me a blow in the eye,And I replied as I let fly—At his head—If I had a donkey, &c.

If I had a donkey wot wouldn't go,

D'ye think I'd wollop him?—no, no, no.

But gentle means I'd try, d'ye see,

Because I hate all cruelty;

If all had been like me, in fact,

There'd ha' been no occasion for Martin's act,

Dumb animals to prevent getting cracked—on the head.

For if I had a donkey wot wouldn't go,

I never would wollop him—no, no, no;

I'd give him some hay, and cry, Gee O!

And come up, Neddy—Heigh Oh!

What makes me mention this? This morn—I seed that cruel chap, Bill Burn,Whilst he was out a crying his greens,His donkey wollop with all his means,He hit him o'er his head and thighs,He brought the tears up in his eyes,At last my blood began to rise—And I said—If I had a donkey, &c.

What makes me mention this? This morn—

I seed that cruel chap, Bill Burn,

Whilst he was out a crying his greens,

His donkey wollop with all his means,

He hit him o'er his head and thighs,

He brought the tears up in his eyes,

At last my blood began to rise—

And I said—If I had a donkey, &c.

Bill turn'd and said to me—"Then, perhaps,You're one of these Mr. Martin's chapsWot now is seeking for occasion—All for to lie a hinformation."Though this I stoutly did deny,Bill up and gave me a blow in the eye,And I replied as I let fly—At his head—If I had a donkey, &c.

Bill turn'd and said to me—"Then, perhaps,

You're one of these Mr. Martin's chaps

Wot now is seeking for occasion—

All for to lie a hinformation."

Though this I stoutly did deny,

Bill up and gave me a blow in the eye,

And I replied as I let fly—

At his head—If I had a donkey, &c.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXV.

The Last Night of the Season.

IT'S CHARLEY WRIGHT'S NIGHT.

Let those come now who never came before,Let those who always come, now come once more.

Let those come now who never came before,

Let those who always come, now come once more.

It's Charley Wright's Night.

COME TO NIGHT THERE'LL BE.—

"Midnight shout and revelryTipsy dance and jollity."

"Midnight shout and revelry

Tipsy dance and jollity."

MASQUERADE

(Patronised by the Haut-Ton).

the LAST THIS SEASON.—ARGYLL ROOMS,Thursday next, June 28.—For Boxes to view the Masquerade (without mixing in the motley group), Domino, Character, and other Tickets, &c., apply to the Committee, at Mr. Charles Wright's, Opera Colonnade, Haymarket, who will supply the Wines on the occasion.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXVI.

Come, come; good WINE is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

GOOD WINE NEEDS NO BUSH:—

TRY IT!

Fine Port and bright Sherry, well worthy of name,Two Shillings per Bottle; Madeira the same;Good Cape, Fifteen-pence; and the marvel to crown,Champagne, Five and Sixpence, the cheapest in Town.

Fine Port and bright Sherry, well worthy of name,

Two Shillings per Bottle; Madeira the same;

Good Cape, Fifteen-pence; and the marvel to crown,

Champagne, Five and Sixpence, the cheapest in Town.

Opera Colonnade.

CHARLES WRIGHT.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXVII.

——"Friends! I say that one sip of this:Will bathe the drooping Spirits in delightBeyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste."Charley WrightcumJohn Milton!

——"Friends! I say that one sip of this:

Will bathe the drooping Spirits in delight

Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste."

Charley WrightcumJohn Milton!

CHARLES WRIGHT'SApparition appearing to an Hypochondriac.Apparition appearing to an Hypochondriac.ByCharles Wright, Opera Colonnade,Haymarket,London.

Apparition appearing to an Hypochondriac.Apparition appearing to an Hypochondriac.ByCharles Wright, Opera Colonnade,Haymarket,London.

Apparition appearing to an Hypochondriac.ByCharles Wright, Opera Colonnade,Haymarket,London.

WINE DEPOTS JUST OPENED.

No. 13, Northumberland-place, Commercial-road.6, Providence-place, Kentish Town.48, Chichester-place, Gray's-inn-lane.4, Milner-place, Lambeth, near the Coburg Theatre.1, Darlington-place, opposite Vauxhall Gardens.65, Crawford-street, Mary-la-bonne.4, Sussex-place, Kent-road.13, St. James-street, Brighton.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXVIII.

A VIEW IN THE ISLE OF ANGLESEA.

Isle of Anglesea.

The above sketch was taken from nature in the Isle of Anglesea last Autumn, from a spot not far from the seat of the Noble Marquess, who derives his title from the Island. It presents an excellent profile of the Marquess, and has often excited the attention and surprise of the passing travellers. At a moment when his Lordship is so deservedly popular the publication of this curiosity may not be unacceptable to our readers.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXIX.

SAM WELLER'S ADVENTURES!

A SONG OF THE PICKWICKIANS.

Who caus'd the smiles of rich and poor?Who made a hit so slow, but sure?And rose the worth of literature?—Sam Weller.

Who caus'd the smiles of rich and poor?

Who made a hit so slow, but sure?

And rose the worth of literature?—Sam Weller.

A Song of the Pickwickians.

I'm pretty well known about town,For to gain a repute is my pride,Though no vun can doubt my renown,I'm acovey of polishbeside!I renovatescasesfor feet,Vhether high lows or tops is the same,I turns'em off hand werry neat,And Samivel Veller's my name!—Fol lol, &c.In the Borough my trade I dragged on,Vith no vun to envy my sphere;I polish'd thesolesof each don,From the cadger bang up to the peer!TheirunderstandingsI greatly improv'd,Vot happen'd to fall in the vay;And many a gen'leman mov'dTo me in the course of the day.—Fol lol, &c.Vun gen'leman—Pickvick, Esquire,The head of the noted P.C.Vun day tumbled in to enquire,If I'd had thefortinto seeA cove vearing Vellingtonkicks,And a Miss Rachel Vardle beside,Vot the gent had lugged off by thenicks,And promis'd to make her his bride.—Fol lol, &c.

I'm pretty well known about town,

For to gain a repute is my pride,

Though no vun can doubt my renown,

I'm acovey of polishbeside!

I renovatescasesfor feet,

Vhether high lows or tops is the same,

I turns'em off hand werry neat,

And Samivel Veller's my name!—Fol lol, &c.

In the Borough my trade I dragged on,Vith no vun to envy my sphere;I polish'd thesolesof each don,From the cadger bang up to the peer!TheirunderstandingsI greatly improv'd,Vot happen'd to fall in the vay;And many a gen'leman mov'dTo me in the course of the day.—Fol lol, &c.

In the Borough my trade I dragged on,

Vith no vun to envy my sphere;

I polish'd thesolesof each don,

From the cadger bang up to the peer!

TheirunderstandingsI greatly improv'd,

Vot happen'd to fall in the vay;

And many a gen'leman mov'd

To me in the course of the day.—Fol lol, &c.

Vun gen'leman—Pickvick, Esquire,The head of the noted P.C.Vun day tumbled in to enquire,If I'd had thefortinto seeA cove vearing Vellingtonkicks,And a Miss Rachel Vardle beside,Vot the gent had lugged off by thenicks,And promis'd to make her his bride.—Fol lol, &c.

Vun gen'leman—Pickvick, Esquire,

The head of the noted P.C.

Vun day tumbled in to enquire,

If I'd had thefortinto see

A cove vearing Vellingtonkicks,

And a Miss Rachel Vardle beside,

Vot the gent had lugged off by thenicks,

And promis'd to make her his bride.—Fol lol, &c.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXX.

ALL ROUND THE ROOM.

All Round the Room.

All round the room I waltzed with Ellen Taylor,All round the room I waltz'd till break of day,And ever since that time I've done nothing but bewail her,Alas! she's gone to Margate, the summer months to stay.'Twas at a ball at Islington I first chanc'd to meet her,She really look'd so nice I couldn't keep my eyes away;In all my life before I ne'er saw so sweet a creature,She danc'd with me three hours, then fainted quite away.

All round the room I waltzed with Ellen Taylor,

All round the room I waltz'd till break of day,

And ever since that time I've done nothing but bewail her,

Alas! she's gone to Margate, the summer months to stay.

'Twas at a ball at Islington I first chanc'd to meet her,

She really look'd so nice I couldn't keep my eyes away;

In all my life before I ne'er saw so sweet a creature,

She danc'd with me three hours, then fainted quite away.

Spoken.—She was such a divine creature! I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I looked languishing at her, and she did the same at me; then she gave such a sigh—such a heavy one!—you might have heard it!——

All round the room, &c.

My Ellen's rather tall, and my Ellen's rather thin, too,Her hair is rather sandy, and at singing she'sau fait,That she should leave me now I think it quite a sin, too,I'm sure I shan't be happy all the time she is away.

My Ellen's rather tall, and my Ellen's rather thin, too,

Her hair is rather sandy, and at singing she'sau fait,

That she should leave me now I think it quite a sin, too,

I'm sure I shan't be happy all the time she is away.

Spoken.—She was an angel! such a natural sort of woman! She wore a bustle—that wasn't very natural, though—it was rather a largish one; I suppose, upon a moderate calculation, it would have reached——

All round the room, &c.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXI.

JIM CROW.

Jim Crow.

How are you massa gemmen,An de ladies in a row,All for to tell you whar I'm from,I'se going for to go!For I wheel about an turn about, an do just so,An ebery time I turn about, I jump Jim Crow.

How are you massa gemmen,

An de ladies in a row,

All for to tell you whar I'm from,

I'se going for to go!

For I wheel about an turn about, an do just so,

An ebery time I turn about, I jump Jim Crow.

In 1836, Mr. T. D. Rice, who had previously appeared at the Surrey Theatre, in "Bone Squash Diablo," made his first appearance at the Adelphi, in a farcical Burletta, called "A Flight to America; or, Twelve Hours in New York". The sketch, written for him by Mr. Leman Rede, introduced Rice as a nigger, Yates as a Frenchman, and Mrs. Stirling as Sally Snow—a coloured belle, Miss Daly, John Reeve, and Buckstone strengthened the cast. "Jump Jim Crow" caught the fancy of the town at once, and the familiar tune was soon to be heard everywhere. Rice stayed through the whole season, playing an engagement of twenty one weeks, then considered something extraordinary. For a long period he performed at the Adelphi and the Pavilion Theatres the same evening, and it was calculated that in so doing he had travelled considerably more than a thousand miles, while being encored five times at each theatre for 126 nights, it was easy to set down the figure of 1,260 as representing the number of times he had sung "Jim Crow," during that period. Rice cleared by this engagement eleven hundred pounds. A street-ballad of the day informed the public that it could have:—

The Jim Crow rum, the Jim Crow gin,The Jim Crow needle, and the Jim Crow pin;The Jim Crow coat, the Jim Crow cigar;The Jim Crow dad, and the Jim Crow ma';The Jim Crow pipe, the Jim Crow hat.The Jim Crow this, and the Jim Crow that.

The Jim Crow rum, the Jim Crow gin,

The Jim Crow needle, and the Jim Crow pin;

The Jim Crow coat, the Jim Crow cigar;

The Jim Crow dad, and the Jim Crow ma';

The Jim Crow pipe, the Jim Crow hat.

The Jim Crow this, and the Jim Crow that.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXII.

Jim CrowJim Crow.As sung by Mr. T. D. Rice, with tumultuous applause.

Jim Crow.As sung by Mr. T. D. Rice, with tumultuous applause.

I came from ole Kentucky—A long time ago,Where I first learn to wheel about—An jump Jim Crow.Wheel about, &c.I use to take de fiddle—Ebery morn and arternoon,And charm de old buzzard—And dance to de racoon.Wheel about, &c.In hoeing ob de sugar—Or picking cotton, all de same,I beat de oder niggers—And gib dem twenty in de game.Wheel about, &c.At last I went to seek my fortune—Got up by break of day,Left my ole shoes behind me—And den I run away.Wheel about, &c.I come to a riber—Which I couldn't get across,So I gib a couple ob shillings—For an old blind horse.Wheel about, &c.When I got upon the oder side—I drove him up a hill,Oh, but de oder side—Look rather daffakil.Wheel about, &c.Den I jump on board de big ship—And cum across de sea,And landed on Old England—Where de nigger am free.Wheel about, &c.

I came from ole Kentucky—A long time ago,Where I first learn to wheel about—An jump Jim Crow.Wheel about, &c.

I came from ole Kentucky—A long time ago,

Where I first learn to wheel about—An jump Jim Crow.

Wheel about, &c.

I use to take de fiddle—Ebery morn and arternoon,And charm de old buzzard—And dance to de racoon.Wheel about, &c.

I use to take de fiddle—Ebery morn and arternoon,

And charm de old buzzard—And dance to de racoon.

Wheel about, &c.

In hoeing ob de sugar—Or picking cotton, all de same,I beat de oder niggers—And gib dem twenty in de game.Wheel about, &c.

In hoeing ob de sugar—Or picking cotton, all de same,

I beat de oder niggers—And gib dem twenty in de game.

Wheel about, &c.

At last I went to seek my fortune—Got up by break of day,Left my ole shoes behind me—And den I run away.Wheel about, &c.

At last I went to seek my fortune—Got up by break of day,

Left my ole shoes behind me—And den I run away.

Wheel about, &c.

I come to a riber—Which I couldn't get across,So I gib a couple ob shillings—For an old blind horse.Wheel about, &c.

I come to a riber—Which I couldn't get across,

So I gib a couple ob shillings—For an old blind horse.

Wheel about, &c.

When I got upon the oder side—I drove him up a hill,Oh, but de oder side—Look rather daffakil.Wheel about, &c.

When I got upon the oder side—I drove him up a hill,

Oh, but de oder side—Look rather daffakil.

Wheel about, &c.

Den I jump on board de big ship—And cum across de sea,And landed on Old England—Where de nigger am free.Wheel about, &c.

Den I jump on board de big ship—And cum across de sea,

And landed on Old England—Where de nigger am free.

Wheel about, &c.

There were a hundred-and-one versions of "Jim Crow," fresh stanzas being added from day to day on the passing events, for the most part written by Leman Rede, and Buckstone, thehonorariumoffered by Rice being one shilling per line. We select the above from the first version as sung at the Surrey Theatre.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXIII.

JIM ALONG JOSEY.

Jim Along Josey.

Oh, I'se from Lusiana, as you must all know,Dar's where Jim along Josey's all de go—Dem nigger all rise when de bell does ring,And dis am de song dat dey do sing.Hey get along, get along Josey,Hey get along, Jim along Joe—Hey get along, get along Joe.Hey get along, Jim along Joe.Once old Jim Crow was dare all de go,'Till he found him rival in Jim along Joe;Now poor old Jim, dey hab put him to bed,And Jim along Josey hab come in him stead.Hey get along, &c.Oh, when I get dat new coat I expects to hab soon,Likewise de new pair tight knee'd Trousaloon;I'll walk up and down Bond Street wid my Susanna,And in my mout I smoke de real Habannah.Hey get along, &c.My sissa Rosa de oder night did dream,Dat she was a floating up and down de stream,And when she woke she did begin to cry,"O! de white cat pick'd out de black cat's eye,"Hey get along, &c.

Oh, I'se from Lusiana, as you must all know,

Dar's where Jim along Josey's all de go—

Dem nigger all rise when de bell does ring,

And dis am de song dat dey do sing.

Hey get along, get along Josey,

Hey get along, Jim along Joe—

Hey get along, get along Joe.

Hey get along, Jim along Joe.

Once old Jim Crow was dare all de go,'Till he found him rival in Jim along Joe;Now poor old Jim, dey hab put him to bed,And Jim along Josey hab come in him stead.Hey get along, &c.

Once old Jim Crow was dare all de go,

'Till he found him rival in Jim along Joe;

Now poor old Jim, dey hab put him to bed,

And Jim along Josey hab come in him stead.

Hey get along, &c.

Oh, when I get dat new coat I expects to hab soon,Likewise de new pair tight knee'd Trousaloon;I'll walk up and down Bond Street wid my Susanna,And in my mout I smoke de real Habannah.Hey get along, &c.

Oh, when I get dat new coat I expects to hab soon,

Likewise de new pair tight knee'd Trousaloon;

I'll walk up and down Bond Street wid my Susanna,

And in my mout I smoke de real Habannah.

Hey get along, &c.

My sissa Rosa de oder night did dream,Dat she was a floating up and down de stream,And when she woke she did begin to cry,"O! de white cat pick'd out de black cat's eye,"Hey get along, &c.

My sissa Rosa de oder night did dream,

Dat she was a floating up and down de stream,

And when she woke she did begin to cry,

"O! de white cat pick'd out de black cat's eye,"

Hey get along, &c.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXIV.

DANDY JIM, FROM CAROLINE.

Dandy Jim, From Caroline.

I've often heard it said ob late,Dat Souf Carolina was de state,Whar a handsome nigga's bound to shine,Like Dandy Jim, from Caroline.For my ole massa tole me so,I was de best looking nigga in de country, O,I look in de glass an found 'twas so,Just what massa tole me, O.I drest myself from top to toe,And down to Dinah I did go,Wid pantaloons strapped down behine,Like Dandy Jim, from Caroline.For my ole massa, &c.De bull dog cleared me out ob de yard,I tought I'd better leabe my card,I tied it fast to a piece ob twine,Signed "Dandy Jim, from Caroline."For my ole massa, &c.

I've often heard it said ob late,

Dat Souf Carolina was de state,

Whar a handsome nigga's bound to shine,

Like Dandy Jim, from Caroline.

For my ole massa tole me so,

I was de best looking nigga in de country, O,

I look in de glass an found 'twas so,

Just what massa tole me, O.

I drest myself from top to toe,And down to Dinah I did go,Wid pantaloons strapped down behine,Like Dandy Jim, from Caroline.For my ole massa, &c.

I drest myself from top to toe,

And down to Dinah I did go,

Wid pantaloons strapped down behine,

Like Dandy Jim, from Caroline.

For my ole massa, &c.

De bull dog cleared me out ob de yard,I tought I'd better leabe my card,I tied it fast to a piece ob twine,Signed "Dandy Jim, from Caroline."For my ole massa, &c.

De bull dog cleared me out ob de yard,

I tought I'd better leabe my card,

I tied it fast to a piece ob twine,

Signed "Dandy Jim, from Caroline."

For my ole massa, &c.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXV.

"MONKEYANA."

THE GAMBLER'S PROGRESS—STEP THE FIRST.

The Gambler's Progress--Step the First.

We pray you, reader, to inspect"The March of Gaming Intellect;"Well Worthy of the observationOf a pure rising generation.Of gamingPuppysnothing new,Why should notMonkeysgamble too;And, throwing off all moral fetters.In vicious coursesAPEtheir betters?This hopeful sprig, despising rule,Creeps not like Shakspeare's boy to schoolWith learning stores his brain to hack,The satchel dangling at his back;More pleasant pastime having found,See slate and satchel on the ground;While pug proposes with knowing eye,With Soot, the Sweep, to have aSHY.Do mark his attitude so knowing,"Woman or skull?—the copper's going."Prime Boy! before you cease your fun,IGUESSyou'll be completelyDONE;This morning's prank you'll surely rue,In loss of slate and satchel too,Which, proof against all fear ofLAGGING,Young Sootis from its owner dragging.Brushquickly with your prize, Young Grim,'Twill be no heavy loss to him—His course of study from this dayWill be a very different way.

We pray you, reader, to inspect

"The March of Gaming Intellect;"

Well Worthy of the observation

Of a pure rising generation.

Of gamingPuppysnothing new,

Why should notMonkeysgamble too;

And, throwing off all moral fetters.

In vicious coursesAPEtheir betters?

This hopeful sprig, despising rule,

Creeps not like Shakspeare's boy to school

With learning stores his brain to hack,

The satchel dangling at his back;

More pleasant pastime having found,

See slate and satchel on the ground;

While pug proposes with knowing eye,

With Soot, the Sweep, to have aSHY.

Do mark his attitude so knowing,

"Woman or skull?—the copper's going."

Prime Boy! before you cease your fun,

IGUESSyou'll be completelyDONE;

This morning's prank you'll surely rue,

In loss of slate and satchel too,

Which, proof against all fear ofLAGGING,

Young Sootis from its owner dragging.

Brushquickly with your prize, Young Grim,

'Twill be no heavy loss to him—

His course of study from this day

Will be a very different way.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXVI.

THE GAMBLER'S PROGRESS—STEP THE SECOND.

Step the Second.

Seated inLush Crib, spruce and smug,Go on and prosper, worthyPug!Tho' long past midnight, who's afraid?Time, we all know, for slaves was made.What lad of spirit, or discerning,Would waste the weary hour in learning,And not each dryer study cut,To play a social game at Put?And wrangle aboutChalksandLegs,All Fours and Cribbage,HolesandPegs—Pastimes of such resistless Power,To cheer and charm the passing hour!How oft we find in this fair Land,Folly and vice go hand-in-hand.Pug, let me whisper in your ear,You'll buy experience very dear:In trick, a scholar, apt and willing,You'll soon be stript of every shilling!Your adversary knows you'reGREEN.And has a friend behind the scene;Who takes good care he never loses,By furnishing what card he chooses.Play high, play low, 'tis all in vain.You'll certainly beDONEagain!And mourn, ere long, Misfortune's gripe,In loss of grog, and cash, andWipe—The last of which, by dex'trous pawing,A Pot-boy Pug is gently drawing;While you, intent upon your game,Are all unconscious of the same.

Seated inLush Crib, spruce and smug,

Go on and prosper, worthyPug!

Tho' long past midnight, who's afraid?

Time, we all know, for slaves was made.

What lad of spirit, or discerning,

Would waste the weary hour in learning,

And not each dryer study cut,

To play a social game at Put?

And wrangle aboutChalksandLegs,

All Fours and Cribbage,HolesandPegs—

Pastimes of such resistless Power,

To cheer and charm the passing hour!

How oft we find in this fair Land,

Folly and vice go hand-in-hand.

Pug, let me whisper in your ear,

You'll buy experience very dear:

In trick, a scholar, apt and willing,

You'll soon be stript of every shilling!

Your adversary knows you'reGREEN.

And has a friend behind the scene;

Who takes good care he never loses,

By furnishing what card he chooses.

Play high, play low, 'tis all in vain.

You'll certainly beDONEagain!

And mourn, ere long, Misfortune's gripe,

In loss of grog, and cash, andWipe—

The last of which, by dex'trous pawing,

A Pot-boy Pug is gently drawing;

While you, intent upon your game,

Are all unconscious of the same.

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXVII.

THE GAMBLER'S PROGRESS—STEP THE THIRD.

Step the Third.

Fresh from the Lush-crib—roaring, staggering,Clipping King's English, swearing and swaggering—Attended by his faithful Mentor,See Pug all ripe for an adventure.Already he is holding parley,Or rather chaffing with a "Charley—"Who, Tom and Jerry deeds reproving,Cries, "Gentlemen, push on! keep moving!"Ever prepar'd to spring his rattle—The trumpet of the watchman's battle.See Mentor, bent on mischief, smirking,On Pug's excited feelings working."Why does that 'Charley' make a fuss,Insulting gentlemen like us,Thinking to carry all before him—Tip it him on the nob, and floor him!Two or three well-plac'd blows, no doubt,Will serve the saucy rascal out;And never fear that he can whack ye—Why, damme, an't I here to back ye—?"Watchmen, we know, are oft loquacious,And PUGS, by nature, are PUGnacious.Sure as our Pug begins the fray,His backing friend will sneak away,Leaving him, as the safest plan,To fight his battle as he can.What ills on luckless Pug await:Black eyes, bruis'd body, broken pate—And, cursing his unlucky plight,Consign'd to Watchhouse for the night!

Fresh from the Lush-crib—roaring, staggering,

Clipping King's English, swearing and swaggering—

Attended by his faithful Mentor,

See Pug all ripe for an adventure.

Already he is holding parley,

Or rather chaffing with a "Charley—"

Who, Tom and Jerry deeds reproving,

Cries, "Gentlemen, push on! keep moving!"

Ever prepar'd to spring his rattle—

The trumpet of the watchman's battle.

See Mentor, bent on mischief, smirking,

On Pug's excited feelings working.

"Why does that 'Charley' make a fuss,

Insulting gentlemen like us,

Thinking to carry all before him—

Tip it him on the nob, and floor him!

Two or three well-plac'd blows, no doubt,

Will serve the saucy rascal out;

And never fear that he can whack ye—

Why, damme, an't I here to back ye—?"

Watchmen, we know, are oft loquacious,

And PUGS, by nature, are PUGnacious.

Sure as our Pug begins the fray,

His backing friend will sneak away,

Leaving him, as the safest plan,

To fight his battle as he can.

What ills on luckless Pug await:

Black eyes, bruis'd body, broken pate—

And, cursing his unlucky plight,

Consign'd to Watchhouse for the night!

GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CXXXVIII.

THE GAMBLER'S PROGRESS—STEP THE FOURTH.

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