SPORT AND PASTIME

All round my hat I wear a new ribbon,All round my hat a new ribbon every day,And if anyone should ask of me the reason why I wear it,"'Tis to help the poor of Coventry who are wanting work," I'll say.

All round my hat I wear a new ribbon,

All round my hat a new ribbon every day,

And if anyone should ask of me the reason why I wear it,

"'Tis to help the poor of Coventry who are wanting work," I'll say.

The appeal was followed up a week later by an ingenious and graceful picture of the new Lady Godiva riding through Coventry in a costume composed entirely of ribbons.

Bonnets held their own but in dwindling dimensions, their minuteness being specially noticed in 1867. This is attributed byPunchto the fashion of the chignon, on which he bestows ironic praise in 1869 as needing very small and therefore cheapbonnets. In 1871 "Dolly Varden" hats, flower-trimmed and with one side bent down, named after the character inBarnabyRudge, engagePunch'spencil; a year later Mr. Austin Dobson wrote inSt. Paul's Magazine: "Blue eyes look doubly blue beneath a Dolly Varden."

Lady riding a horse with a matching hairstyleSTUPENDOUS TRIUMPH OF THE HAIRDRESSER'S ART!The very last thing in chignons.

STUPENDOUS TRIUMPH OF THE HAIRDRESSER'S ART!The very last thing in chignons.

Chignons

Turning from headgear to hairdressing, we findPuncha vigilant critic ofcoiffure. In 1858 he attacks the vagaries of mode as shown in hairdressingà la Chinoise"pulled up by the roots," and the fashion of wearing coins. To judge from Leech's pictures he greatly preferred the simpler style of braids and hair nets. The great event of the mid-'sixties, however, was the advent of the chignon, which proved only second to the crinoline as an incentive to caricature and criticism. In the ironical verses addressed to a "Young Lady of Fashion," the chignon stands first in the list of the artificial enhancements of beauty resorted to half a century back:—

I love thee for thy chignon, for the boss of purchased hair,Which thou hast on thine occiput the charming taste to wear.Oh, what a grace that ornament unto thy poll doth lend,Wound on what seems a curtain-rod with knobs at either end!I love thee for the roses, purchased too, thy cheeks that deck,The lilies likewise that adorn thy pearly-powdered neck,And all that sweet "illusion" that, o'er thy features spread,Improves the poor reality of Nature's white and red.I love thee for the muslin and the gauze about thee bound,Like endive that in salad doth a lobster's tail surround.And oh! I love thee for the boots thine ankles that protect,So proper to the manly style young ladies now affect.

I love thee for thy chignon, for the boss of purchased hair,

Which thou hast on thine occiput the charming taste to wear.

Oh, what a grace that ornament unto thy poll doth lend,

Wound on what seems a curtain-rod with knobs at either end!

I love thee for the roses, purchased too, thy cheeks that deck,The lilies likewise that adorn thy pearly-powdered neck,And all that sweet "illusion" that, o'er thy features spread,Improves the poor reality of Nature's white and red.

I love thee for the roses, purchased too, thy cheeks that deck,

The lilies likewise that adorn thy pearly-powdered neck,

And all that sweet "illusion" that, o'er thy features spread,

Improves the poor reality of Nature's white and red.

I love thee for the muslin and the gauze about thee bound,Like endive that in salad doth a lobster's tail surround.And oh! I love thee for the boots thine ankles that protect,So proper to the manly style young ladies now affect.

I love thee for the muslin and the gauze about thee bound,

Like endive that in salad doth a lobster's tail surround.

And oh! I love thee for the boots thine ankles that protect,

So proper to the manly style young ladies now affect.

The chignon was no new invention, but a revival of a fashion mentioned by theLady's Magazinefor 1783, and described twenty-five years later by Maria Edgeworth as a combination of hair natural and false "plastered together to a preposterous bulk and turned up in a sort of great bag or club." But the fashion attained its apogee in the middle and late 'sixties, and afforded endless opportunities to the pencils of Du Maurier and Sambourne. One of the most ludicrous of the many caricatures to which the habit gave rise is that in which Du Maurier represented a lady riding on a pony with its mane and tail fluffed out to harmonize with her stupendous chignon. Later developments of the chignon are ridiculed by Sambourne in 1871.

Madame Rachel

The second stanza of the poem quoted above furnishes not an unfair summary of the arts of facial adornment of which that amazing adventuress Madame Rachel was the most notorious and expensive high priestess. Her beginnings were obscure and even ignominious. Her maiden name was Russell, but it is not certain whether she was born near Ballinasloe in Ireland or in London. Her first husband was a chemist's assistant in Manchester, from whom she had probably learned something of the compounding of cosmetics; her second and third husbands were both Jews—James Moses who was lost in theRoyal Charter, October 26, 1859, and Philip Leverson. She kept a fried-fish shop in Vere Street, Clare Market, for a while, then started as a hair restorer in Conduit Street, and from 1861 to 1868 was in business in New Bond Street under the name of Madame Rachel (probably borrowed from that of the famous tragedian) as an enameller and vendor of cosmetics. She professed, in the phrase eternally associated with her name,to make women "beautiful for ever," but it was a costly process. Under the heading, "The Trials of Beauty,"Punch, who had referred to her cosmetics as early as the winter of 1858, writes in 1862:—

The wife of a Captain has been called upon to pay near upon £1,000 for having been enamelled by Madame Rachel. Ladies take warning. Be natural rather than artificial. Never appear in society with a mask on, no matter how beautiful the mask may be. From the above you should learn in time how much it may cost you for being double-faced.

Woman with a fantastic hairstyle"THE BURDENS OF FASHION"What wemustcome to before long!

"THE BURDENS OF FASHION"What wemustcome to before long!

The warning, however, was unheeded, and Madame Rachel continued to flourish exceedingly for more than five years, living in an elegant house in Maddox Street and paying £400 in 1867 for a box at the opera. The first crash came in 1868, when she was tried for swindling Mrs. Borradaile, the widowof a colonel in the Madras Cavalry, out of £5,300 on the pretence of making her "beautiful for ever" and fitting her to be the wife of Viscount Ranelagh. In September of that year she was sentenced to five years' penal servitude, and she was burnt in effigy on Guy Fawkes' day. In the following March her house, furniture and effects came to the hammer, andPunch'sdescription affords a good clue to the extent of her profits:—

The lady's business having been knocked down by the Judges, her effects are about to be knocked down by the auctioneer. The catalogue and sale bills are quite overpowering to the imagination. The drawing-rooms and principal apartments are said to "present splendour and magnificence difficult to describe." There are candelabra (brass and lacquer probably) formerly belonging to the Emperor Napoleon, and incense-burners once the property of the King of Delhi! "Dispersed through the house are numerous works of Art and articles of virtu, many of them presentations from Madame Rachel's distinguished patronesses."

Fashions in Coiffure

Punchheaded his remarks "Madame Rachel's Last Appearance," but the heading was premature. Released on a ticket-of-leave in 1872 Madame Rachel boldly renewed her operations in Duke Street, Portland Place, in 1873, and continued them till 1878, when she was sentenced a second time to five years' penal servitude for swindling another client, and died in Woking Prison on October 12, 1880. The curious may turn for further details to the reminiscences of Serjeant Ballantine and Montagu Williams. Both Serjeant Ballantine and Montagu Williams appeared for the prosecution in the Borradaile case. There were two trials: in the first, held in August, the jury disagreed. It is perhaps not unfair to say that the heavy sentence passed by Mr. Commissioner Kerr was due more to Madame Rachel's demerits and her record than to the merits of the case. But she had not merely obtained money under false pretences: she was a forger and a blackmailer as well. Ballantine, who could not be accused of squeamishness, had known of her in earlier days and describes her as "one of the most filthy and dangerous moral pests that have existed in my time and within my observation."[34]Montagu Williams, whogives a full account of the trial, calls her a "wicked old woman," but contents himself with observing that the case "afforded a striking illustration of the vanity of some women, and of what tricks can be played upon them by the artful."[35]Madame Rachel does not appear in the D.N.B., though less remarkable impostors have found a niche in that comprehensive temple of native talent, and her fame was not confined to one hemisphere. One of the springs on the shores of Lake Rotorua in New Zealand was named "The Madame Rachel Bath" in virtue of its medicinal and rejuvenating qualities.

Man with strange hairstyleFASHIONS FOR THE COMING SEASONFrom the "Journal des Coiffeurs."(The ladies have already begun.)

FASHIONS FOR THE COMING SEASONFrom the "Journal des Coiffeurs."

(The ladies have already begun.)

In 1866 the rage for dyeing the hair auburn seems to have been at its height. "Mr. Frizzle," acoiffeur de dames, is represented in one of Du Maurier's pictures as saying to acustomer, "Black hair is never admitted into really good society." Enlarging on this theme in another place in the same volume,Punchobserves that the maxim "Never say Dye" is completely abandoned, and suggests daily changes of complexion to suit the dresses worn. In 1864 we read of small dogs being dyed to match their mistresses' colouring! By 1867 the pendulum seems to have swung in the opposite direction and brunettes are again in vogue. The picture (also by Du Maurier) of fashionable ladies with short hair can hardly be taken seriously; it is probably not more than an unconscious prophecy of the "bobbing" habit of recent years. In 1869Punchwas much exercised by learning, on the authority of an American paper, that "nearly all the brilliant complexions seen among the fashionable women of New York are the result of eating arsenic. Since the introduction of the blonde fashion, arsenic-eating has become almost a mania." Tirades against tight-lacing date back to 1859, but they culminated in the ponderous irony of the "Wanton Warning to Vanity" published ten years later:—

Indeed theMorning Postought to be ashamed of itself. That journal, which we used to call our fashionable contemporary, publishes a paragraph, headed "Tight-Lacing," which reports the particulars of an inquest held at the College Arms, Crowndale Road, Camden Town, on the body of a young woman, aged only nineteen, and whereby, if they see it, our dear girls who take in such instructive journals as theEnglishwoman's Domestic Magazinewill be terrified to no purpose by the information that—"She was out three hours with a perambulator, in which was one child, and as she neared her destination she fell down insensible. She was taken to 10, Polygon, where upon examination by Dr. Smellie she was found quite dead. It was discovered that she was very tightly-laced, and Dr. Smellie stated that death was caused by effusion of blood on the brain, caused by fatty heart, accelerated by compression of the chest produced by tight-lacing. The jury returned a verdict in those terms."This statement, so inconsistently published by our once, and, we hitherto supposed, our still fashionable contemporary, is calculated to have a most unfashionable effect, namely, that of deterring girls from following the revived fashion of lacing as tight as they can stand, and tighter than they are sometimes able to go. But a propensity,which seems a law of their nature, happily compels them, for the most part, to follow the fashion regardless of consequences. The typical and average woman can no more deviate from the dress of the day than an animal can choose to change its skin or its spots. There is no fear that any girls accustomed to tight-lacing will ever be induced to relinquish that practice which renders them such delightful objects to one another, if ridiculous and repulsive to stupid men, by any such nonsense as a report of the verdict of a coroner's jury ascribing death to the effect of tight-lacing in accelerating fatty degeneration of the heart.

"She was out three hours with a perambulator, in which was one child, and as she neared her destination she fell down insensible. She was taken to 10, Polygon, where upon examination by Dr. Smellie she was found quite dead. It was discovered that she was very tightly-laced, and Dr. Smellie stated that death was caused by effusion of blood on the brain, caused by fatty heart, accelerated by compression of the chest produced by tight-lacing. The jury returned a verdict in those terms."

This statement, so inconsistently published by our once, and, we hitherto supposed, our still fashionable contemporary, is calculated to have a most unfashionable effect, namely, that of deterring girls from following the revived fashion of lacing as tight as they can stand, and tighter than they are sometimes able to go. But a propensity,which seems a law of their nature, happily compels them, for the most part, to follow the fashion regardless of consequences. The typical and average woman can no more deviate from the dress of the day than an animal can choose to change its skin or its spots. There is no fear that any girls accustomed to tight-lacing will ever be induced to relinquish that practice which renders them such delightful objects to one another, if ridiculous and repulsive to stupid men, by any such nonsense as a report of the verdict of a coroner's jury ascribing death to the effect of tight-lacing in accelerating fatty degeneration of the heart.

Stylish ladyTHE GRECIAN BENDDoes not tight-lacing and high heels give a charming grace and dignity to the female figure?

THE GRECIAN BEND

Does not tight-lacing and high heels give a charming grace and dignity to the female figure?

The Grecian Bend

High heels are not noticeable in Leech's pictures or before the middle 'sixties. The "manly style" of boots mentioned in the lines of the "Young Lady of Fashion" quoted above probably refer to the stout laced-up "Balmorals" which FrederickLocker refers to in hisLondon Lyrics. The advent of tailor-made garments for women in the summer of 1864 is looked upon as a curiosity. Towards the end of the period under review a mode of carriage known as the "Grecian Bend," celebrated in a comic song of the time, is more than once noted and caricatured inPunch; faint echoes of the "Grecian Bend" still linger in the memories of the elderly; the "Roman Fall" is merely the shadow of a name. By the 'seventies the æsthetic movement had already begun to exert an influence on dress, but it was confined to a small coterie, to theprécieuxandprécieuseswho worshipped old china and wore waistless dresses of sage green. On the general question of "the Influence of costume and fashion on High Art," which was discussed in a manifesto issued by "The Artists of the Nineteenth Century,"Punchwrote sensibly enough:—

The declaration is signed by a great number of eminent men at home and abroad, and its point is to insist that people of the present day dress so hideously that they will not make pictures. A transitional change is recommended, and the Declarers affectionately remind the public that so long as they make Guys of themselves at the instigation of tailors and milliners, portraits have no value except as family memorials, whereas, if we dressed properly, the artists would make us into tableaux which the whole world should admire. All this is perfectly true, but what is to be done? How are we to extricate ourselves from the tyranny of the tailor and the milliner? This the Declarers do not tell us, nor was it to be expected perhaps that they should advise us how to conduct a rebellion. But why do they not tell us how they would like us to dress? Men, for instance. Are they to come out with a choice array of colour, and with a picturesquely cut garb, and that general ampleness and nobleness in treatment of costume, which bespeaks the grand and heroic in the wearer?

The Briton Abroad

At this pointPunchdeviates into absurdity. But the main argument is sound. As a transition, however, to the subject of men's dress, another deliverance serves our purpose even better.Punchloved to criticize and even carp at his countrymen and countrywomen, but he did not easily suffer any infringement of his prerogative. And so, when a correspondent ofThe Timesfell foul of the dowdiness of Englishmen and Englishwomen abroad, he was up in arms at once:—

The Timesabuses John Bull, and Madame son Épouse, for going about on their travels got up as Guys—for shocking foreign prejudices, and showing their contempt for foreign opinion, by sporting eccentric shooting-coats, flaming flannel shirts, reckless wide-awakes—and worse still on the ladies' part, by the general shabbiness and ugliness of their travelling toilettes and headgear.Now, making every allowance for the desperate necessities of newspaper writers in the dead season, and admitting that British travellers—male and female—include specimens both of the Guy and the Gorilla,Mr. Punchmust put in his protest against any such wholesale indictment as this of his compatriots en voyage. On the contrary he is prepared to maintain, after surveying mankind from Calais to Calatafimi ... that, as a rule, the wearer of the best travelling suit (for stuff, cut, and condition together), the cleanest shirt, the least ragamuffin or ridiculous hat, the soundest and shapeliest foot-covering, is a Briton.Englishmen turn neater and sweeter out of a railway carriage after a night's rattle, restlessness and frowst than any other people; they are more presentable, more like gentlemen, after an Alpine scramble among glacier and moraine, crevasse and couloir; they present better brushed hair, and cleaner hands and faces and whiter linen at the Table d'hôte under difficulties, and fall into less profound abysses of misery and degradation in sea-going steamers, than the natives of any other country.I,Punch, am speaking now of the men. For the ladies—bless them!—I am compelled to admit they don't understand dress as an art so well as their French sisters. Millinery and dressmaking have their home and headquarters in France, just as cooking has; and for the same reason—because the inferiority of the raw material makes the elaborate and well-studied dressing of it a matter of sheer necessity.But, apart from their national shortcoming in the art of dress, I maintain that Englishwomen, on their travels, deserve as much good said of them as Englishmen. Bless their fresh faces, and smooth hair, and clean cuffs and collars! In these particulars, what French or German woman can hold the candle to 'em?I admit that the plain British female looks plain on her travels, and maybe dowdy ... But this I will maintain, that an attractive Englishwoman loses less of her attractiveness under the necessities and accidents of travel than any of her Continental rivals. She has a quality of purity and freshness about her which seems to repel all soil, whether material or moral, as the oil in the duck's tail-gland drives off the water-drops from his plumage; and, as a rule, her clothes, and her way of wearing them, have the same merits of freshness and purity in comparison with those of her rivals.This, then, is the first proposition I am prepared to maintain against all comers: that English travellers, of both sexes, are, as a rule, the best-dressed travellers in the world.My next proposition is like unto it, viz.: that the English abroad are the best-mannered travellers, and at home the best-mannered dealers with travellers, to be found in the circle of civilized nations.

Now, making every allowance for the desperate necessities of newspaper writers in the dead season, and admitting that British travellers—male and female—include specimens both of the Guy and the Gorilla,Mr. Punchmust put in his protest against any such wholesale indictment as this of his compatriots en voyage. On the contrary he is prepared to maintain, after surveying mankind from Calais to Calatafimi ... that, as a rule, the wearer of the best travelling suit (for stuff, cut, and condition together), the cleanest shirt, the least ragamuffin or ridiculous hat, the soundest and shapeliest foot-covering, is a Briton.

Englishmen turn neater and sweeter out of a railway carriage after a night's rattle, restlessness and frowst than any other people; they are more presentable, more like gentlemen, after an Alpine scramble among glacier and moraine, crevasse and couloir; they present better brushed hair, and cleaner hands and faces and whiter linen at the Table d'hôte under difficulties, and fall into less profound abysses of misery and degradation in sea-going steamers, than the natives of any other country.

I,Punch, am speaking now of the men. For the ladies—bless them!—I am compelled to admit they don't understand dress as an art so well as their French sisters. Millinery and dressmaking have their home and headquarters in France, just as cooking has; and for the same reason—because the inferiority of the raw material makes the elaborate and well-studied dressing of it a matter of sheer necessity.

But, apart from their national shortcoming in the art of dress, I maintain that Englishwomen, on their travels, deserve as much good said of them as Englishmen. Bless their fresh faces, and smooth hair, and clean cuffs and collars! In these particulars, what French or German woman can hold the candle to 'em?

I admit that the plain British female looks plain on her travels, and maybe dowdy ... But this I will maintain, that an attractive Englishwoman loses less of her attractiveness under the necessities and accidents of travel than any of her Continental rivals. She has a quality of purity and freshness about her which seems to repel all soil, whether material or moral, as the oil in the duck's tail-gland drives off the water-drops from his plumage; and, as a rule, her clothes, and her way of wearing them, have the same merits of freshness and purity in comparison with those of her rivals.

This, then, is the first proposition I am prepared to maintain against all comers: that English travellers, of both sexes, are, as a rule, the best-dressed travellers in the world.

My next proposition is like unto it, viz.: that the English abroad are the best-mannered travellers, and at home the best-mannered dealers with travellers, to be found in the circle of civilized nations.

Stylist and modelA HINT FOR TAILORSThis is John Jones, who has kindly selected Mrs. de Cotillon'sThé Dansant, to display his idea of what the alterations in evening dress (said to be meditated by a certain R-y-l P-rs-n-ge) ought to be.

A HINT FOR TAILORS

This is John Jones, who has kindly selected Mrs. de Cotillon'sThé Dansant, to display his idea of what the alterations in evening dress (said to be meditated by a certain R-y-l P-rs-n-ge) ought to be.

Masculine Dress

Throughout the period dealt with in the previous volume man, inPunch, was the predominant partner in the domain of dress. From 1857 onwards the balance is handsomely redressed in favour of the women. And asPunchwas staffed by men, we may fairly attribute this change to the standardizing of male attire which dates from the middle of the nineteenth century. The difference between the dress of men to-day and in 1860 is immensely less than that between the dress of women at thesame two dates. Beaver hats were still worn in 1858; they are even now exhibited in the shop front of a well-known hatter's in St. James's Street; but the silk chimney pot had already come to stay. The evening dress suit was indistinguishable from that now worn. There was not much difference in the cut of morning coats. Only in the "nether integuments" is the flux of fashion really marked. "Peg-top" trousers were in vogue in 1858 and for a few years subsequently, andPunchattributes their shape to mimicry of the crinoline, though in one passage he professes to derive it from thecontoursof the Cochin China fowl. The "Peg-top," however, did not last. It was otherwise with the introduction of knickerbockers, so-called from the resemblance to the knee-breeches of the Dutchmen in Cruickshank's illustrations to Washington Irving'sHistory of New York.

Women discussing the gender of three personsHARRY TAKES HIS COUSINS TO SEE THE HOUNDS MEETEnterMamma and Aunt Ellen.Mamma(to old woman): "Pray, have you met two ladies and a gentleman?"Old Woman: "Well, I met three people—but, la! there, I can't tell ladies from gentlemen nowadays—when I was a gal, etc., etc."

HARRY TAKES HIS COUSINS TO SEE THE HOUNDS MEET

EnterMamma and Aunt Ellen.

Mamma(to old woman): "Pray, have you met two ladies and a gentleman?"

Old Woman: "Well, I met three people—but, la! there, I can't tell ladies from gentlemen nowadays—when I was a gal, etc., etc."

In a letter toThe Timesin May, 1859, Lord Elcho recommends "nickerbockers"—so he spells the word—as a substitute for trousers for volunteers. Charles Kingsley in the same year derived them from country-made—and badly made—puffed trunk-hose. But their utility and convenience for country wear and sport were soon established, though the dreadful abbreviation "Knickers" did not come into use for some twenty years. The shortening of ladies' dresses and the bagginess of men's knickerbockers affordedPunchsome excuse for professing to be unable to distinguish the sexes at a distance, but the actual assumption of knickerbockers by women belonged to a later generation.

Lord Dundreary

It is rather in the fashion of wearing their hair than in their dress that the changes effected in the appearance of men in the last sixty years can be best studied. Beards came in after the Crimean War, but they were not universally popular. The Bishop of Rochester took up so strong a line on the subject in 1861 thatPunchwas moved to protest:—

Good Doctor Wigram (Rochestere),At Parsons' beards is raving:We sadly fear that we shall hearThe Bishop'sheadneeds shaving.

Good Doctor Wigram (Rochestere),

At Parsons' beards is raving:

We sadly fear that we shall hear

The Bishop'sheadneeds shaving.

Two men talkingAFTER DUNDREARYFirst Swell: "A-a-wah! Waw! Waw! How did you like him?"Second Ditto: "Waw-waw-waw. No fellaw evaw saw such a fellaw. Gwoss cawicature-waw!"

AFTER DUNDREARY

First Swell: "A-a-wah! Waw! Waw! How did you like him?"

Second Ditto: "Waw-waw-waw. No fellaw evaw saw such a fellaw. Gwoss cawicature-waw!"

But whiskers were the great feature of the 'sixties. They had been "ambrosial" before, but now the thing became a monstrosity in its profuse luxuriance. For this was the age of "Piccadilly Weepers," and of Lord Dundreary, the eccentric stage peer created by Sothern inOur American Cousin. Sothern, be it remembered, was a hunting-man and apersonagratain fashionable circles; and allowing for the element of caricature in his impersonation, it was at least based on firsthand knowledge of the type satirized. There is an interesting notice of the first production at the Haymarket ofOur American Cousinin which Lord Dundreary is described as "a double eye-glassed dandy, with dyed whiskers which he paws and throws over his shoulder," but the critic admits that in spite of all Mr. Sothern's "funny and fantastic caricaturing, there is a something true to nature in his almost every touch." The hold that Sothern's impersonation took upon public fancy is shown by the fact that for several yearsPunchadopted "Dundreary" as a synonym for a vacuous, solemn, well-bred and prodigiously whiskered dandy, and in the Preface to Vol. xlii. Lord Dundreary is introduced as interlocutor in the usual dialogue.

Hair brushing machinesTHE NEW AND DELIGHTFUL METHOD OF BRUSHING THE HAIR WITH MACHINERY

THE NEW AND DELIGHTFUL METHOD OF BRUSHING THE HAIR WITH MACHINERY

Tailors' pseudo-classical nomenclature was already a frequent theme withPunch. In the same yearPunchquotes a tailor's advertisement of a "Negligé Milled Tweed suit, consisting of cape jacket, vest and trousers for £2 2s. 0d.," which arouses the envy of the post-war Englishman. Hair-brushing by machinery is noted as a novelty in the autumn of 1863; we trust that the customers contrived to keep their whiskers out of the way of the brush. For the rest, we may briefly note the advent of the "Ulster" in 1871, and the prevalence of the single eye-glass in 1873.

[28]The present writer saw and heard Ristori in the sleep-walking scene at Manchester in the early 'eighties, and her foreign accent was undoubtedly most pronounced. Her first words provoked laughter from the gallery, drowned immediately in a storm of cheering, renewed at the end of an impersonation so powerful and even terrifying that one entirely forgot the accent. The episode had an amusing sequel. An old theatre-goer wrote to a Manchester paper to express indignation at Ristori's reception by the gallery. The laughers could not be Manchester men: they must have been boors from Chowbent. A couple of days later a letter appeared from an equally indignant resident at Chowbent repelling the aspersion on a community so civilized that it possessed a Town Hall!

Child on a horse jumping a fenceA CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCKGrandpapa: "Bless his heart—just like me! Spare theNimrod—spoil the child, I say."

A CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCK

Grandpapa: "Bless his heart—just like me! Spare theNimrod—spoil the child, I say."

In the region of sport fox-hunting continues to dominate the scene. Leech's pictures are largely devoted to satirizing cockney sportsmen, but they render full justice to the enterprise and intrepidity of the younger generation and of hard-riding young ladies. He is less happy or at any rate less genial in ridiculing the irregularities of the "Mossoo" in the hunting field. The exploits and adventures of the ubiquitous Mr. Briggs form an agreeable pendant and supplement to the novels of Surtees. Mr. Briggs was not an aristocrat, but he was more of a gentleman if less of a personality than Jorrocks. But Leech's premature death left a tremendous gap, for both in humour and draughtsmanship the artists who took his placeas delineators of the chase were immeasurably his inferiors. In connexion with the "noble animal" we may note that the advent of Rarey, the famous horse-tamer, was warmly welcomed byPunchand Leech in 1858. The possibilities of the treatment are developed in a variety of ways, but there is more than mere burlesque in the suggestion that it could be profitably applied to stablemen and horsebreakers. And here we may note a crude foreshadowing of winter-sports in Leech's picture of the frozen-out foxhunter who builds a "treboggin" and, with his groom seated behind, careers down hill and across country in a machine about 12 feet long and not 2 feet wide with a splash-board in front.

Two men on a sledgeTHE FROZEN-OUT FOX-HUNTERSporting Militaire recalls to mind his Canadian experiences (the ground being deep with snow), builds a treboggin, and for the moment ceases to swear at the frost, or to regret the six hunters he has eating their heads off in the stable.

THE FROZEN-OUT FOX-HUNTER

Sporting Militaire recalls to mind his Canadian experiences (the ground being deep with snow), builds a treboggin, and for the moment ceases to swear at the frost, or to regret the six hunters he has eating their heads off in the stable.

In Praise of the Ring

Punchwas in the main a supporter of "muscular Christianity" and had already noted, with more sympathy than hostility, the encouragement of boxing as an integral part of the education of the ingenuous youth. Disraeli's Parliamentaryduel with Palmerston in 1858 is described in pugilistic terms, in which the victory is given to the former "on points." But, in view of his generally humane and humanitarian outlook, he had hardly prepared us for his remarkable eulogy of the Prize Ring in the year 1860. For it was in that year that the historic fight took place between the American Heenan (the "Benicia Boy") and Tom Sayers at Farnborough on April 17, and it was chronicled at full length inPunch. "The Fight of Sayerius and Heenanus: A Lay of Ancient London" in the style of Macaulay occupies a whole page. Its chief interest to modern readers resides in the fact that it is "supposed to be recounted to Great-grand-children, April 17,A.D.1920, by an Ancient Gladiator." The narrative is put in the mouth of "Crawleius" well known "in theDomus Savilliana[36]among the sporting men," presumably a relative real or imaginary of Peter Crawley, a well-known prize fighter. But the speaker did a gross injustice to the next generation but one when he wrote:—

'Tis but some sixty years sinceThe times whereof I speak,And yet the words I'm usingWill sound to you like Greek.What know ye, race of milksops,Untaught of the P.R.,What stopping, lunging, countering,Fibbing or rallying are?What boots to use thelingoWhen you have not thething?How paint toyouthe gloriesOf Belcher, Cribb, or Spring,Toyou, whose sire turns up his eyesAt mention of the Ring?

'Tis but some sixty years since

The times whereof I speak,

And yet the words I'm using

Will sound to you like Greek.

What know ye, race of milksops,

Untaught of the P.R.,

What stopping, lunging, countering,

Fibbing or rallying are?

What boots to use thelingoWhen you have not thething?How paint toyouthe gloriesOf Belcher, Cribb, or Spring,Toyou, whose sire turns up his eyesAt mention of the Ring?

What boots to use thelingo

When you have not thething?

How paint toyouthe glories

Of Belcher, Cribb, or Spring,

Toyou, whose sire turns up his eyes

At mention of the Ring?

The train journey to Farnborough in the grey dawn, the company, and the fight itself are, however, described with spirit:—

Not only fighting covies,But sporting swells besides—Dukes, Lords, M.P.'s and Guardsmen,With county beaks besides;And tongues that sway our SenatorsAnd hands the pen that wieldWere cheering on the ChampionsUpon that morning's field.

Not only fighting covies,

But sporting swells besides—

Dukes, Lords, M.P.'s and Guardsmen,

With county beaks besides;

And tongues that sway our Senators

And hands the pen that wield

Were cheering on the Champions

Upon that morning's field.

We pass over the details of the fight—how Sayers was floored nine times, and had his right arm crippled; how Heenan had both eyes put in mourning—to come to the last stage:—

Two hours and more the fight had sped,Near unto ten it drew,But still opposed—one-armed to blind—They stood, the dauntless two.Ah me! that I have lived to hearSuch men as ruffians scorned,Such deeds of valour brutal called,Canted, preached down and mourned!Ah, that these old eyes ne'er againA gallant mill shall see!No more behold the ropes and stakes,With colours flying free!But I forget the combat—How shall I tell its close,That left the Champion's belt in doubtBetween those well-matched foes?Fain would I shroud the tale in night,—The meddling Blues[37]that thrust in sight,—The ring-keepers o'erthrown;—The broken ring,—the cumbered fight,—Heenanus' sudden, blinded flight,—Sayerius pausing, as he might,Just when ten minutes used arightHad made the fight his own!

Two hours and more the fight had sped,

Near unto ten it drew,

But still opposed—one-armed to blind—

They stood, the dauntless two.

Ah me! that I have lived to hear

Such men as ruffians scorned,

Such deeds of valour brutal called,

Canted, preached down and mourned!

Ah, that these old eyes ne'er again

A gallant mill shall see!

No more behold the ropes and stakes,

With colours flying free!

But I forget the combat—

How shall I tell its close,

That left the Champion's belt in doubt

Between those well-matched foes?

Fain would I shroud the tale in night,—

The meddling Blues[37]that thrust in sight,—

The ring-keepers o'erthrown;—

The broken ring,—the cumbered fight,—

Heenanus' sudden, blinded flight,—

Sayerius pausing, as he might,

Just when ten minutes used aright

Had made the fight his own!

Bull Fight at Islington

This curious document, valuable as contemporary evidence, worthless as prophecy, serves to show how strangelyPunch'shumanitarianism was leavened and influenced by primitive instincts in the domain of sport.

shooting partyUpper Class: "Winged him, my lord!"

Upper Class: "Winged him, my lord!"

Shooting party in boatLower Class: "There's another, 'Arry!"

Lower Class: "There's another, 'Arry!"

Pigeon-shooting and bull-fighting were another matter altogether. In 1870 an abortive attempt was made to introduce the latter at the Agricultural Hall, Islington, and the Islington-Spanish bull-fight is treated with a happy mixture of ridicule and contempt in a contribution toPunch's"Evenings from Home." The proceedings appear to have been tame enough, and the bulls were probably "doped," yet enough of the real thing remained to warrant the hostile reception which the entertainment received. At its close the "Islington Spaniards" dispersed to the Islington public-houses.Punchreturned to the subject a month later. The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals had interfered to good purpose. The Islington bull-fighters had been summoned before a magistrate and fined, and their "entertainment" had been stopped.Punchseized the occasion to add a comment which, on the very day on which, in 1921, I write these lines, is as timely as it was more than fifty years ago:—

From Islington to Wormwood Scrubbs is not far, and it is much to be feared by the tame-pigeon-shooting nobility and gentry thatthe officers of an impartial Association, vigilant to protect poor animals from cruelty, will as soon as possible be down upon the Gun Club.

Two men in discussion"TO MEMORY DEAR"Enthusiastic Cricketer: "Ah, last season was a good one! I'd both eyes blacked in one match, and two fingers smashed in the return match the same week! But give me 1870 over again. I got the ball on my forehead at 'short leg,' and was senseless for three-quarters of an hour!"

"TO MEMORY DEAR"

Enthusiastic Cricketer: "Ah, last season was a good one! I'd both eyes blacked in one match, and two fingers smashed in the return match the same week! But give me 1870 over again. I got the ball on my forehead at 'short leg,' and was senseless for three-quarters of an hour!"

Cricket and Football

Turning to cricket, we find that "over-hand bowling flung from the elbow" was mentioned byPunchas a novelty in the late 'fifties. Cricket was still played in tall hats at that time; but by the 'sixties caps had come in. The dangers of the game are a not infrequent subject of comment, and, before the days of billiard-table pitches, the ball was capable of a good deal of awkward bumping; but to judge fromPunch'spictures theresultant contusions were regarded with equanimity by the players as part of the day's work or play. Cricket was extending its domain, andà proposof the establishment of clubs at Lisbon and OportoPunchquotes an entertaining account of a game between these clubs by a Lisbon sporting journalist for the instruction of his countrymen. The incident is taken byPunchas an occasion for suggesting international games of cricket: Turks and Chinamen, Dutch and Japanese. The Dutch have long been votaries of cricket; and though it has not caught on with the Japanese and Chinese, both these races have of late years cultivated lawn tennis with considerable success. Here, then, as so often happens, a mock prophecy is fulfilled in a way in which the prophet never expected. A critical year in the annals of Lord's was reached in 1864 when there was a danger of the ground being sold for building purposes. A sum of £10,000 was needed to secure the interests of cricket, andPunch, in an imaginary dialogue between a countryman and a cockney, represents the former as ready to contribute 5s. to avoid a national disgrace and "zave Lard's cricket ground."

References to football are confined to comments, mostly humorous but occasionally serious, on the practice of shinning or hacking. The Rules of the "West Shynnington Football Club" are conveniently used as a vehicle for a number of bad puns, but the trials of the modern referee are foreshadowed in the suggestion that "a Police Magistrate should always be in attendance to dispose of all charges made by players."Punchin more serious mood discerns in the letter of "A Surgeon" toThe Timesthe disastrous results of hacking as then permitted by the Rugby code. "Hacking," inPunch'sview, was simply an unfair form of fighting and should be abolished.

The outstanding event in rowing circles during these years was the famous race between the Oxford and Harvard fours on August 27, 1869.Punchcelebrated the victory of Oxford in a notice giving the names of those who took part in the contest, congratulating Oxford, and wishing health to both crews, the accompanying cartoon representing a gigantic brawny John Bull shaking hands with a muscular but comparativelyslim Uncle Sam, both in rowing trim, with the legend "Well Rowed All!"Punch, as umpire, remarks: "Ha, dear boys, you've only to pull together to lick all the world!" The sentiment is better than the treatment. Unluckily the race led to some acrimonious comment in the New York papers on British sportsmanship, andPunch, in his rejoinder, was more vigorous than polite. River "aquatics" have not always been free from recrimination. The origin of the famous retort to bargees, "Who ate puppy pie under Marlow Bridge?" is obscure; but it is mentioned as far back as the Almanack for 1858.

Man and woman removing arrow from targetPRACTISING FOR A MATCHLeonora: "Dear! Dear! How the arrow sticks!"Captain Blank(with a sigh of the deepest): "It does, indeed!"

PRACTISING FOR A MATCH

Leonora: "Dear! Dear! How the arrow sticks!"

Captain Blank(with a sigh of the deepest): "It does, indeed!"

Croquet and Flirtation

"Golf Sticks" are alluded to in January, 1858, but during the rest of this period I find no further mention of golf. Of social pastimes archery is still in favour, but croquet is by far the most frequently referred to. To judge from the pictures, croquet, then in its unscientific infancy, was played on lawns innocent of mowing machines or scythes. It wasmainly an excuse for flirtation between Charles and Clara; and the cheating earlier mentioned was regarded as quite fair game.Punchdealt with it in a serial poem of heroic proportions in the year 1863. This epic—for it was little less—ran to seven numbers, but it is not memorable apart from its length. When the Croquet Tournament was held at Wimbledon in 1870,Punchwas ready to acknowledge the presence of Queens of Beauty, but could not accord the men players a higher title than that of Carpet Knights.

Couple distracted from croquetCROQUETChorus of Offended Maidens: "Well! If Clara and Captain de Holster are going on in that ridiculous manner—we may as well leave off playing."

CROQUET

Chorus of Offended Maidens: "Well! If Clara and Captain de Holster are going on in that ridiculous manner—we may as well leave off playing."

Man and woman talkingLAWN TENNISMiss Maud: "How do we stand?"Captain Lovelace: "They are six to our love; and 'love' always means nothing, you know."Miss Maud: "Always?"

LAWN TENNIS

Miss Maud: "How do we stand?"

Captain Lovelace: "They are six to our love; and 'love' always means nothing, you know."

Miss Maud: "Always?"

Lawn Tennis

"Aunt Sally"—alleged to have been introduced by the Duke of Beaufort—is portrayed as a novel adjunct to the amenities of garden parties in 1860 by Leech. Roller-skating came in about 1873, and about the same time lawn tennis having survived its early name of "Sphairistikè," began to attract the attention ofPunch'sartists. The implements employed have a prehistoric appearance, but the pastime, thought still in its insular, garden-party and "pat-ball" stage, inspired some graceful lines in 1874:—

LAWN TENNIS

Now the long shadows of September come,And idle for a time the scribbler's pen is,He passes from the Town's discordant hum,From garrulous gossip of the kettle-drum,[38]From orators who should have been born dumb,To watch upon green lawns the girls play tennis.Robins are trilling in the faded trees,The flitting swallows of their voyage chatter,Testing their wings before they dare the seas,For Nile's dun marge or blue-girt Cyclades;The sportsman's shots come frequent on the breeze,The flying balls keep up a pleasant clatter.Croquet's a merry game for those who flirt(Who doesn't, pray—Punch, poet, peer, or parson?),But Tennis, when the ladies are alert,Follow the swift ball with a looped-up skirt,Strike it on high with graceful arm expert,Burns up the masculine heart with sudden arson.So, pour some icy fluid in a glassTinged with deep mulberry stain, true work of Venice:AndMr. Punchwill let the soft hours pass,Watching with tranquil eyes each lovely lassFlit like an Oread o'er the smooth green grass,And win his old heart as she wins at Tennis.

Now the long shadows of September come,

And idle for a time the scribbler's pen is,

He passes from the Town's discordant hum,

From garrulous gossip of the kettle-drum,[38]

From orators who should have been born dumb,

To watch upon green lawns the girls play tennis.

Robins are trilling in the faded trees,The flitting swallows of their voyage chatter,Testing their wings before they dare the seas,For Nile's dun marge or blue-girt Cyclades;The sportsman's shots come frequent on the breeze,The flying balls keep up a pleasant clatter.

Robins are trilling in the faded trees,

The flitting swallows of their voyage chatter,

Testing their wings before they dare the seas,

For Nile's dun marge or blue-girt Cyclades;

The sportsman's shots come frequent on the breeze,

The flying balls keep up a pleasant clatter.

Croquet's a merry game for those who flirt(Who doesn't, pray—Punch, poet, peer, or parson?),But Tennis, when the ladies are alert,Follow the swift ball with a looped-up skirt,Strike it on high with graceful arm expert,Burns up the masculine heart with sudden arson.

Croquet's a merry game for those who flirt

(Who doesn't, pray—Punch, poet, peer, or parson?),

But Tennis, when the ladies are alert,

Follow the swift ball with a looped-up skirt,

Strike it on high with graceful arm expert,

Burns up the masculine heart with sudden arson.

So, pour some icy fluid in a glassTinged with deep mulberry stain, true work of Venice:AndMr. Punchwill let the soft hours pass,Watching with tranquil eyes each lovely lassFlit like an Oread o'er the smooth green grass,And win his old heart as she wins at Tennis.

So, pour some icy fluid in a glass

Tinged with deep mulberry stain, true work of Venice:

AndMr. Punchwill let the soft hours pass,

Watching with tranquil eyes each lovely lass

Flit like an Oread o'er the smooth green grass,

And win his old heart as she wins at Tennis.

[35]Leaves of a Life.

[36]Savile House, on the north side of Leicester Square, originally the residence of Sir George Savile, Burke's friend, was in its latter days rebuilt as a place of entertainment and became a resort of Bohemians and fast men about town. It was burned down in 1865 and the site is now occupied by the Empire Theatre.

[37]Policemen.

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