"No definite date has yet been fixed for the football match which is to take place here between an English and a French eleven, the latter consisting of pupils from the Lycée Janson de Sailly, but the preliminary negotiations are still proceeding."—Letter of Paris Correspondent.
"No definite date has yet been fixed for the football match which is to take place here between an English and a French eleven, the latter consisting of pupils from the Lycée Janson de Sailly, but the preliminary negotiations are still proceeding."—Letter of Paris Correspondent.
Mon Cher Monsieur,
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It is with the feelings ofa 'Igh Life-Sporting-Gentlemansmost ecstatic and profound, that I find myself preparing "Le Onze" of the great spirited youths of our Lycée, who have, brave-souled heroes, volunteered to meet on thevéritable champ de batailleof the kicke-legges-match your Public-school-team, who have thrown in their faces the challenge glove of combat. I say, I am preparing, but this means, of course, with such modifications of yourJeu-de-Rugbyrules, which, indeed, turn the struggle intoun vrai carnage, degrading alike to humanity and civilisation, as will permit the enlightened children of our great, refined and Republican France, to meet their antagonists not with the savage antics of Blood-thirsty Cannibals, which seem to characterise what you term "le scrimmage," as practised by your contending "'ome-teams" atle Hovalsand other arenas, where meet and rend each other with the fury unrestrained, terrible and indescribable of the wild beasts and gladiators of the barbaric Roman Circus, of ancient times, but with the humanised activity of that expurgated and refined form of the contest which has enabled the courageous but reasoning youth of this great reforming and Republic France of ours, to throw open wide her arms and welcome to her heart elastic and generousLe Kick-Balle Fight, as henceforth her own chosen and peculiar national game.
You can understand,Mon cher Monsieur, that I cannot, in the short space at my disposal in this limited letter, do more than merely outline the suggestion of the New Rules, but when I assure you that they have been cautiously thought out, drawn up and revised by a carefully selected Committee, comprising, among other noted experts, a Major-General of Engineers, two Analytical Chemists, a Balloon Proprietor, an Archbishop, a Wild-beast Tamer, a Ballet Master, a Professor of Anatomy, a Patent Artificial Limb Maker, and a Champion Fighter ofLe Boxe Americain, you will see that the features of the game, gay, murderous, active, and terrible, have all been considered with a due regard to their preservation where this has been found compatible with the sacredness of human life and the protection ofle shinfrom too much furious and brutal bruising. But here I subjoin a few of the simpler "New Provisions" as adopted by the Committee.
1. "Le Balle."—He will be constructed of Gold-beater's Skin, and covered with Pink or Blue Satin, with perhaps a few White Silk Bows, sewn on to him for the purpose of elegant adornment. It is this making of "Le Balle," a light, gay, and altogether ethereal creation which will strike the key-note of the new game ofLe Kick-Balle Fightas a recognised pastime for the courageous youth of modern France.
2.Le Onze, will all wear one uniform, which will consist of white satin slippers, pantalons of cashmere, with feather pillows worn as a protection strapped over the knees, a bolster being wound round the body to safeguard the chest, ribs, and spinal column. A broad gay, coloured satin sash with a cocked hat and ostrich feathers completes the costume. The last to indicate, owing to the risks and dangers in which the combatants may be involved, its association withle vrai champs de bataille, to which, but for the "new provisions" it would bear such a terrible and striking resemblance.
3. "Le 'Arf-back."—This dangerous officer is abolished altogether, the Committee being of opinion, unanimous and decisive, that the position is only provocative of strife.
4. "Le Forward."—He is for the same reason equally abolished, and in the French game exists no more.
5. "Le Goal-keepere."—He may keep "Le Goal" if he can do so without danger of being struck in the face with "Le Balle."
6. "Le Balle" must, on no account, be touched with the foot, but merely slapped playfully, enough for the purposes of propulsion, with the palm of the open hand.
7. "Le Scrimmage." This barbarous and savage entanglement is absolutelydéfendu. No two opposing combatants must ever, under any circumstances, permit themselves to touch each other. The great skill of the new game will be, by subtle and appropriate gesticulation, to dance out of each other's way. On any two opposing combatants, by any chance, touching each other, "Le Capitaine" of either side will appeal to the Umpire, and, after the manner of "Le jeu de Cricket," will propose for him the simple question, "Mister Umpire, 'ow is that?" Upon which, that official saying "Out!" the two offenders will be struck from the game, and enjoy no share of "Le gate-money," if that is the prize for which the two teams are honourably contending.
The above,Mon cher Monsieur, are the principal Rules, as arranged by the Committee, and you will see that they have been drawn up with a view to eliminating the bloodthirstyboule-dogueferocity from a pastime which, under the title ofLe Kick-Balle Fight, bids fair to become the characteristic sport, gay, active, and courage-inspiring, of our modern French youth awakened withélanand ardour to the athletic spirit of the age which has overtaken them.
Receive,Mon cher Monsieur, the assurance of my most distinguished consideration,
Le Heads-Masterre of the Lycée Janson de Sailly.
Now that the entire works of the lateWilliam Shakspearecan be purchased (allowing for discount) for fourpence-halfpenny, it seems strange that no publisher has issued the more celebrated of our romances at the rate per volume of the smallest coin of the realm. That it can be done will be obvious to the meanest comprehension. All that is required is brevity and intelligibility. It is only necessary to give an outline of the story—the sketchier the better. If a little "local colouring" can be thrown in, no harm will be done. But that local colouring must be distinctly modern. Again, if sentiments calculated to be popular with the class by whom the series is likely to be purchased are introduced, a distinct gain will be the consequence. But as an example is better than pages of description, a sample is subjoined:—
Or, The Disguised Knight, the Distressed Jewess, and the Templar who did not Behave like a Gentleman.
"You are very welcome," saidCedricthe Saxon, for the fifth time, as SirBrian de Bois-Gilberttook down the FairRowenato supper. "As for you,Wilfridthe Pilgrim, sit below the salt, and, Sir Seneschal, keep your eyes upon the horn spoons."
"And this is the curse of the land," murmured the heir, as he helped himself to plum-pasty, the forerunner of plum-pudding. "It is this haughtiness that causes our yeomen to strike, and makesRobin Hood, FriarTuck, and the rest of his merry men possible!"
The next day joined in the tournament. It was a grand sight. The horses pranced, the plumes flowed in the wind. The refreshments were executed by contract, at so much a head, by a body of adventurers, who had combined together to keep down prices.
"Nay, beshrew thee, man!" exclaimedJohn, the Smith, toThomasthe Jones—a contraction of joiner. "It is these combinations—co-operations, as SirEvans, the Clerk at the church over yonder hath it—that ruin trade." BeforeThomasthe Jones or joiner could reply, there was a crash, and it was known that SirBrianhad been overcome by a Knight who had no crest.
"He does not deserve to win," said a Herald to a Pursuivant—"defrauding us of our fees! No coat-of-arms; no pedigree! It is simply disgraceful."
"Ay, and so it is," replied the under-officers of the College of Arms. "But see yonder isIsaacofYorkthe Jew. Join me in a bond, and we will avail ourselves of his usury." And within twenty-four hours the two gentles had borrowed one-and-sevenpence-halfpenny!
In the meanwhile SirBrianhad carried offRebecca, been slain, and disposed of.
Then there was a magnificent wedding, asWilfridof Ivanhoe, no longer the disowned, but the heir to estates belonging to a highly respectable county family led his bride to the altar.
"Methinks she takes the cake," whisperedWambathe Jester.
"Not until after the breakfast," repliedRichard Cœur de Lion, throwing off his disguise as the Nameless Knight, and appearing in the full costume of a monarch.
"Long live the King!" shouted the populace.
"You are right to utter that wish," returned His Majesty, "so long as I reign without attempting to govern. Believe me, it is better to have universal suffrage than a despot who may be at once cruel and incompetent."
"In fact, an idiot," put in a reporter, who was doing the ceremony for a local record.
"Quite so," acquiesced the Monarch; and then, turning to the newly-married pair, he observed, "Bless you, my children! Mark me, I order you to live in happiness for ever afterwards."
AndIvanhoeand his bride obeyed the royal command.
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House of Commons, Monday, February 17.—"Better be in your place early," saidChaplin, passing me as he marched with long strides across resounding corridor.
"Yes, I know.Old Morality'sgoing to say what Government will do aboutParnellCommission's Report; everybody anxious to know."
"It's not that, dear boy, not that," said our new Minister, in compassionate tone. "I have two questions to answer. First time, don't you know; everybody dying to see how it goes off; warrant you they shan't be disappointed."
Cobbthe Curious came on with first interrogatory. All about fox-hunting and fox-hunters. Pretty to seeCobb, having submitted his question under ten sub-heads, place hands on knees and fix Minister with steady stare.Chaplinadvanced to table with graceful carriage and confident bearing; produced with imposing flourish a sheaf of notes, foolscap size, stoutly sewn, apparently exceeding a dozen in number; began to read with practised elocutionary art; drew the covert, "so to speak," asT. W. Russellprotests he said when telling the men of Manchester thatWilliam O'Brienmust be taken by the throat. No draw; went to next covert—I mean turned over another folio. House began to murmur;Chaplin, accepting involuntaryapplause, read on with increased impressiveness and complacency; murmurs grew into shout. At view-halloa! fox started; fifth folio now reached; only seven more to read.Chaplinbegan to wishGoschenorOld Moralitywould go and fetch him glass of water. Cries from crowd grew louder. At lastChaplin, looking up, beheld, through astonished glasses, Opposition indulging in roar of contumely. Wouldn't have taken him more than quarter of an hour or twenty minutes to finish his few remarks, and yet a lot of miserable Members who didn't know a fox from a hare wouldn't let him go on! Struggled gallantly for some minutes; at last sat down; whole pages of his answer unrecited.
The Inquiring CobbThe Inquiring Cobb.
Speeches all night in continued Debate on the Address.Parnellhas moved Amendment arraigningBalfour'sadministration in Ireland.William O'Brien, chancing to be out of prison, looks in and delivers fiery harangue in support of Amendment. But yesterday,Balfour, his gaoler; ordered his food; not too much of it and not full variety; fixed his hours of going to bed and getting up. Now prison-doors opened by lapse of time;O'Brienwalks out through Westminster Hall into House of Commons; stands beforeSpeakeron equal terms with his whilom gaoler, and scolds him magnificently. By-and-byBalfourwill probably have his turn again, andO'Brienwill be eating and drinking the bread and water of affliction. Meanwhile, storms at top of his voice, beats the air with long lean arm and clenched hand, and makes dumb dogs of English Members sad with musing on the inequalities of fortune, which has given these Irishmen the great gift of pointedly saying what they have at heart.
Business done.—Debate on Address.
the Cobden ClubThe Cobden Club
Tuesday.—"Well," saidThomas Bayley Potter, sinking slowly into corner seat, grateful to find thatPeter O'Brienwas his neighbour, forPeterfinds it possible to pack himself into a limited space andThomas Bayley'sproportions are roomy—"well itisnice to see how these old colleagues love one another. Come next April, I have sat in House man and boy for twenty-five years. Have found that on some pretext, on one occasion or another, they are always at it, scratching each other's face, pulling one another's hair, or stabbing each other in the back. Why don't they all join the Cobden Club, sink minor differences, and be friends ever after?"
AsThomas Bayleythus mused, he gazed across Gangway on to Front Opposition Bench. An interesting incident developing.Henry Jameson his legs (generally on one) opposingParnell'sAmendment to Address. He stands between the outstretched legs of his two dear and right hon. friends,GladstoneandJohn Morley. Just beyondJohn Morley,Trevelyansits. At the other side ofGladstone,Harcourttowers, toying with the gracious folds of his massive chin, looking straight before him with sphynx-like gaze. According to etiquette and usage,Jamesshould be addressing the Chair; but his back is turned toSpeaker. He faces half round to Front Opposition Bench, and, with left foot clasped round right ankle, elbow of right arm leaning on box, and clenched left hand swinging to and fro in perilous proximity to a grand old proboscis, he literally drives home his argument. House may listen, if it pleases, like crowd closing in on street squabble;Henry Jamesis having it out with his old friends and Leader;professing fullest respect, and even reverence for his right hon. friend the Member for Midlothian, but at same time showing how utterly, hopelessly wrong he and his have gone since his former Solicitor-General parted company.
Harcourt, a little out of it, sits and ponders, possibly thinking of the days when he was plain Mr.Vernon Harcourt, and, seated below the Gangway, used to, in company with his young friend, Mr.Henry James, baitGladstone, then on Treasury Bench, hastening to the catastrophe of 1874.
"Makes me feel quite old," saidThomas Bayley Potter, dexterously appropriating another half-inch of the space that rightfully belonged toPeter O'Brien. "Seems but yesterday thatHarcourtandJameswere in the running, one for Attorney-General, the other Solicitor-General. But getting it, having got it, or having abandoned it, seems all to lead to the same end—the worrying of the Grand Old Man."
Business done.—Parnell'sAmendment to Address negatived by 307 Votes against 240.
Wednesday.—Lycidasis dead—dead in his prime! It was this very morning, in the earliest moments of its birth, that I watchedJoseph Gilliswalking up the floor shoulder to shoulder with old friendDick Power, "telling" in division onParnell'sAmendment to Address. Beaten, of course, but majority diminished, andJoeybeamed as he walked across Lobby towards Cloak-Room. Rather a sickly beam, compared with wild lights that used to flash from his eyes in the old times, when majority against Home Rule was a great deal more than 67.
"Yes, Iama little tired,Toby, dear boy," he said. "These dull sittings and early adjournments don't suit me. I was better and stronger in the old times, when we used to sit up all night and fight all day. Remember thirteen years ago, when I slept for an hour on two chairs in the Library? Returned to House at five in morning; found them all looking jaded and worn; cheered them up by saying I'd come back like a giant refreshed. Well, I'll go home now, have a good sleep, be all right in the morning."
And when we are gathered in House for Wednesday's sitting we learn that all is right indeed, and that poor oldJoey B.lies quiet, with face upturned, in his alien lodgings off Clapham Common.
He would be surprised if he knew with what warm and sincere feeling his sudden taking-off is mourned. At the time he spoke of, thirteen years back, he was certainly the most abhorred person on the premises, and gleefully chuckled over consciousness of the fact. But the House, with nearer knowledge, learned to recognise his sterling qualities, and now, when Death rounds off with tragic touch the comicalities of his public life, everyone has a kindly word to say forJoseph Gillis.
Business done.—Debate on Address.
Thursday.—"Curious," saidCampbell-Bannerman, "how habits ingrained in early life, born in the blood as it were, come out at chance times. Here'sOld Moralitybeen for a generation practically divorced from business affairs in the Strand, and yet look at him now, and listen to him!"
Strange transmogrification truly. Arose on question put byHunteras to when the ten volumes of evidence, upon which Report of Special Committee founded, would be on the bookstalls.Old Moralityat the table in a moment, his manner brisk yet deferential, his hands involuntarily wandering over the books and papers scattered about, as if he were looking for special edition someone on other side of counter had asked for.
"The Evidence," he said, "given before the Special Commission occupies eleven volumes, consisting of the Evidence and Appendix, and they will probably be followed by a twelfth volume containing Index matter. We trust that the first eleven volumes will be ready for delivery to customers before the 1st of March."
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Peter O'Brien, not yet expanded since compressed by contiguity ofThomas Bayley Potter, asked whether complete copies of the evidence would be supplied to other persons incriminated, but not being Members of the House?Old Moralityat the counter again; the old Adam in him stronger than ever. Here was a pretty proposal! Bound to supply this interesting work gratuitously to Members of Parliament; to go beyond that most unbusinesslike.
"No, Sir," he said, firmly; "it is open to other persons to obtain the volumes by purchase."
House roared with laughter, turned delighted from this little comedy to face the gloomy prospect ofStansfeldon District Councils.
Business done.—Still harping on Address.
Friday Night.—"Strange," saidJ. A. Picton, slowly rubbing his brawny hands, "how in our ashes live our wonted fires."
Dwelt amongst dead ashes all week; dreary dulness. To-night, in very last hour of week, Debate suddenly flashes forth in brilliant flame, worthy of old traditions.Chamberlain, with his back to the wall, faced and flanked by jeering, scornful, angry Liberals. Explains why he's going to vote with Government against demand for Free Education. A tough, dialectical job, requiring skill, temper, courage.Chamberlaindisplays each quality. Cool, collected, master of the situation, deftly warding off thundering blows, and now and then changing, with swift action, from defensive to offensive. A pretty sight, worth waiting a week for.
Business done.—Acland'sMotion for Free Education rejected by 223 Votes against 163.
THE MISS"THE MISS!"Gillie."Eh, Mon! But it's fortunate there's Beef in Aberdeen!
Gillie."Eh, Mon! But it's fortunate there's Beef in Aberdeen!
THE KENT COAL HOLETHE KENT COAL HOLE.Finding Coal in the Channel Tunnel Works. Rush of delighted S.E.R. Shareholders to Shakspeare's Cliff.
Finding Coal in the Channel Tunnel Works. Rush of delighted S.E.R. Shareholders to Shakspeare's Cliff.
(Adapted from Mr. J. L. Toole's "Speaker's Eye.")Refrain.In Eyer-land I used to try,But I never could catch a P'leeceman's eye.I never could catch—— [Whistles.Chorus of Members, led by the Speaker.He never could catch——Mr. Stansfeld and Chorus ensemble.
(Adapted from Mr. J. L. Toole's "Speaker's Eye.")Refrain.In Eyer-land I used to try,But I never could catch a P'leeceman's eye.I never could catch—— [Whistles.Chorus of Members, led by the Speaker.He never could catch——Mr. Stansfeld and Chorus ensemble.
I}never could catch the P'leeceman's eye.He
Copies should be on sale in the House, with an illustration by Mr.Frank Lockwood, Q.C., M.P.
Forthcoming Book, a "Standard" Work (in the Press), New Edition ofAllsopp's Fables. N.B.—This volume will contain two extra Fables, illustrating the proverb of "Allsopps to Cerberus," and "There's many a slip between the mug and the Hind-lip." Many novel pints will be introduced.
"Festina Lente."—Get through Lent festively.
"Festina Lente."—Get through Lent festively.
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