"As sure as a gun" is a worthy old phraseThat doesn't quite seem to apply in our days;And that man is a cynic, or talking in fun,Who says he's "as sure as an 'African' gun."The Birmingham gun-makers loudly protestThat their products are good, if they're not quite the best.Mr. Punchwith the Brummagem boys will not quarrel,But all guns should be trustworthy, stock, lock and barrel;Be the game one is after an Arab or pheasant,The chance of a barrel that bursts is not pleasant.Good work brings good pay, as it always has done;That (in the old sense) is "as sure as a gun!"
"As sure as a gun" is a worthy old phraseThat doesn't quite seem to apply in our days;And that man is a cynic, or talking in fun,Who says he's "as sure as an 'African' gun."The Birmingham gun-makers loudly protestThat their products are good, if they're not quite the best.Mr. Punchwith the Brummagem boys will not quarrel,But all guns should be trustworthy, stock, lock and barrel;Be the game one is after an Arab or pheasant,The chance of a barrel that bursts is not pleasant.Good work brings good pay, as it always has done;That (in the old sense) is "as sure as a gun!"
Mrs. R.has been uncommonly humorous lately. She observed, "What a foolish remark it was of Dr.Johnson'sto say that 'who makes a pen would pick a pocket.' "Unless", she added, struck with a brilliant idea, "he was thinking of 'steel pens.' But I don't think there were any in his time."
AUTOMATIC ARBITRATIONAUTOMATIC ARBITRATION.No more Exorbitant Fees! No more Law! No more Trials!
No more Exorbitant Fees! No more Law! No more Trials!
A crowd is staring stolidly at the gorgeously gilded and painted entrance, with an affectation of superior wisdom to that of the weaker-minded, who sneak apologetically up the steps from time to time. A tall-hatted orchestra have just finished a tune, and hung their brazen instruments up like joints on the hooks above them.
A crowd is staring stolidly at the gorgeously gilded and painted entrance, with an affectation of superior wisdom to that of the weaker-minded, who sneak apologetically up the steps from time to time. A tall-hatted orchestra have just finished a tune, and hung their brazen instruments up like joints on the hooks above them.
A Woman carrying an infant (to her husband).Will 'ee goo in,Joe?
Joe (who is secretly burning to see the Show).Naw. Sin it arl afoor arfen enough. Th' outside's th' best on it, I reckon.
His Wife (disappointed).Saw 'tis, and naw charge for lookin' at 'en neither.
The Proprietor.Ladies and Gentlemen, Re-membar! This is positively the last opportunity of witnessingDenman'sCelebrated Menagerie—the largest in the known world! The Lecturer is now describing the animals, after which Mlle.CravacheandZambango, the famous African Lion-tamers, will go through their daring feats with forest-bred lions, tigers, bears, and hyenas, for the last time in this town. Re-membar—the last performance this evening!
Joe (to his Wife).If ye'd like to hev a look at 'em, I wun't say nay to et.
His Wife.I dunno as I care partickler 'bout which way 'tis.
Joe (annoyed).Bide where 'ee be then.
His Wife.Theer's th' child,Joe, to be sure.
Joe.Well we baint a gooin' in, and so th' child want come to no 'arm, and theer's a hend on it!
His Wife.Nay, she'd lay in my arms as quiet as quiet. I wur on'y thinkin,Joe, as it 'ud be somethin' to tell her when she wur a big gell, as her daddy took her to see th' wild beasties afoor iver she could tark—that's arl I wur meanin',Joe. And they'll let 'er goo in free, too.
Joe.Aye, that'll be fine tellin's fur 'er, sure 'nough. Come arn, Missus, we'll tek th' babby in—happen she'll niver git th' chance again.
[They mount the steps eagerly.
Joe's Wife (with a vague sense of being defrauded).I thart theer'd ha' bin moor smell, wi' so many on 'em!
Joe.They doan't git naw toime for it, I reckon, allus on the rord as they be.
The Lecturer.Illow me to request yar kind hattention for a moment. (Stand back there, you boys, and don't beyave in such a silly manner!) We har now arrived at the Haswail, or Sloth Bear, described byBuffonas 'aving 'abits which make it a burden to itself. (Severely.) The Haswail. In the hajoinin' cage observe the Loocorricks, the hony hanimal to oom fear is habsolootly hunknown. When hattacked by the Lion, he places his 'ed between his fore-legs, and in that position awaits the honset of his would-be destroyer.
Joe's Wife.I thart it wur th'hostridgeas hacted that away.
Joe.Ostridges ain't gotten they long twisted harns as iver I heard on.
His Wife (stopping before another den).Oh, my blessed! 'Ere be a queer lookin' critter, do 'ee look at 'en,Joe. What'll he be now?
Joe.How do 'ee suppose as I be gooin' to tell 'ee the name of 'en? He'll likely be a sart of a 'arse.
[Dubiously.
His Wife.They've a let 'en git wunnerful ontidy fur sure. 'Ere, Mister (to Stranger) can you tell us the name of that theer hanimal?
Stranger.That—oh, that's a Gnu.
Joe's Wife.He says it be a noo.
Joe.A noowhat?
His Wife.Why, a noohanimal, I s'pose.
Joe.Well, he bain't naw himprovement on th' hold 'uns, asIcan see. They'd better ha' left it aloan if they couldn't do naw better nor 'im. Dunno what things be coming to, hinventin' o' noo hanimals at this time o' day!
A Boozed and Argumentative Rustic.I sez as that 'un's a fawks, an' I'm ready to prove it on anny man.
A Companion (soothingly).Naw, naw, 'e baint naw fawks. I dunno what 'tis,—but taint naw fawks nawhow.
B. and A. Rustic.I tell 'ee'tisa fawks, I'm sure on it. (ToMild Visitor.)Baint'ea fawks, Master, eh?
Mild Visitor.Well, really, if you ask me, I should say it was a hyena.
The Rustic's Comp.A hyanna! ah, that's a deal moor like; saw 'tis!
The Rustic.A Pianner? do 'ee take me fur a vool? I knaws a pianner when I sees 'un. FarmerBrown, 'e 'as a pianner, and 'tain't like naw fawks! I'll knack th' 'ed arf o' thee, tryin' to stoof me oop i' that way. Wheer be th' man as said 'twas a pianner?
[Mild V.has discreetly lost himself in the crowd.
Second Boy.Sit a bit moor forrard,Billy, cann't 'ee!
First Boy.Cann't, I tell 'ee, I be sittin' on th' scruff of 'is neck as 'tis.
Third Boy.I can see my vaither, I can. 'Ere, vaither, vaither, look at me—see wheer I be!
Fourth Boy (a candid friend).Shoot oop, cann't 'ee, ya young gozzle-'ead! Think ya vaither niver see a hass on a hellyphant afoor!
Fifth Boy.These yere helliphants be main straddly roidin'. I wish 'e wudn't waak honly waun haff of 'en at oncest, loike. What do 'ee mean, a kitchin' 'old o' me behind i' that way, eh,Jimmy Passons!
Sixth Boy.You'dketch 'old o' hanything if you was like me, a slidin' down th' helliphant's ta-ail.
Fifth Boy.If 'ee doan't let go o' me, I'll job th' helliphant's ribs and make 'im gallop, I will, sonow,Jimmy Passons!
Various Speakers.Wheer be pushin' to? Carl that manners, screouging like that!... I cann't see nawthen,Icann't, wi' all they 'ats in front ... What be gooin' arn, do 'ee know?... A wumman gooin' in along o' they lions and tigerses? Naw, ye niver mane it!... Bain't she a leatherin' of 'un too!... Now she be a kissin' of 'un—maakin' it oop, loike ...John, you can see better nor me—what be she oop to now?... Puttin' 'er 'ed inside o' th' lion's? Aw, dear me, now—theer'sa thing to be doin' of! Well, I'd ruther it was 'er nor me, I knowthat... They wun't do 'er naw 'arm, so long's she kips 'er heye on 'em ... What do 'ee taak so voolish vor? How's th' wumman to kip 'er heye on 'em, with 'er 'ed down wan on 'em's throat, eh?... Gracious alive! if iver I did!... Oh. I do 'ope she baint gooin' to let off naw fire-arms, I be moor fear'd o' pistols nor any tigers ... Theer, she's out now! She be bold, fur a female, baint her?... She niver maade 'em joomp through naw bla-azin' 'oops, though ... What carl would she hev fur doin' that? Well, they've a drared 'er doin' of it houtside, that's arl I know ... An' they've a draredHadamoutside a naamin' of th' hanimals—but ye didn't expect to seethatdoon inside, did 'ee?...Bob, do 'ee look at old MusterMandersovver theer by th' hellyphant. He's a maakin' of 'isself that familiar—putting biskuts 'tween his lips and lettin' th' hellyphant take 'em out wi' 's troonk!...Isee un—let un aloan, th' hold doitler, happen he thinks he's a feedin' his canary bird!
The Harmonious Family.No. 237.The Harmonious Family.Gentleman Amateur (looking at music, aside to himself).That's the note she ought to be singing.Lady Amateur (thinks to herself).I can sing without music. Rather! I'll give it 'em![Sings fortissimo.Little Boy Amateur (toying low with violin, to himself).Yah! Go on! I'll cut in presently with my fiddle. That'll make 'em squirm!
Gentleman Amateur (looking at music, aside to himself).That's the note she ought to be singing.
Lady Amateur (thinks to herself).I can sing without music. Rather! I'll give it 'em!
[Sings fortissimo.
Little Boy Amateur (toying low with violin, to himself).Yah! Go on! I'll cut in presently with my fiddle. That'll make 'em squirm!
Eminent SolicitorNo. 186. Eminent Solicitor disturbed at work by anxious and indiscriminate public. (Vide Letterpress.)
No. 186. Eminent Solicitor disturbed at work by anxious and indiscriminate public. (Vide Letterpress.)
A Blow OutA Blow Out; or, Pipes in a Small Room after Dinner. Mr. G. is arguing the question with fair hostess. Lord Rosebery is regarding the Piper with ill-disguised horror.
A Blow Out; or, Pipes in a Small Room after Dinner. Mr. G. is arguing the question with fair hostess. Lord Rosebery is regarding the Piper with ill-disguised horror.
Il CigarettoNo. 141. Il Cigaretto; or, Should Women Smoke? After her first attempt.
No. 141. Il Cigaretto; or, Should Women Smoke? After her first attempt.
How It's DoneNo. 105. "How It's Done;" or, Her First Toys. Worked with strings.
No. 105. "How It's Done;" or, Her First Toys. Worked with strings.
Will It Bite?No. 113. "Will It Bite?" What does she see? A white mouse? Delightful this. Mr. Boughton, A.R.A.
No. 113. "Will It Bite?" What does she see? A white mouse? Delightful this. Mr. Boughton, A.R.A.
No. 8. Symbolical Theatrical Picture. Production ofThe Tigerat St. James's Theatre. Tiger coming out strong, suddenly finds himself in presence of furiously antagonistic Gallery audience, represented by a venomous hissing snake, which has been waiting for him, likeChevy Slyme, round the corner. Snake also emblematic of "reptile press." Situation portrayed byJ. T. Nettleship.
No. 1,146. Sale of Stanhope Forbes' effects. Artistic effects excellent. Should fetch high price.
John Burns as the Italian TenorNo. 213. John Burns as the Italian Tenor, Signor Masharoni.
No. 213. John Burns as the Italian Tenor, Signor Masharoni.
Small and Early ArchitectureNo. 98. Small and Early Architecture. Showing how to set up a boxful of the new building toy bricks.
No. 98. Small and Early Architecture. Showing how to set up a boxful of the new building toy bricks.
Evidently a Female SucciNo. 82. Evidently a Female Succi, or Fasting Woman.
No. 82. Evidently a Female Succi, or Fasting Woman.
Nos. 39 and 43. Admirable portrait of SirJohn Pender(43) severely lecturingThomas Hawksley, Esq. (39) and evidently telling the latter that he ought to be more careful. Both admirable portraits, by ProfessorHerkomer, A.R.A., Master of Bushey, F.A.S., M.A., Oxon.
No. 66. "Good morning, Ma'am! Have you usedSqueers'ssoap? No. I thought not. Try it." Suggested for Advertisement byEdwin Ward.
No. 76.Undisguised Alarm."WhathaveI sat on!!" Perhaps you can tell us, Mr.R. W. Maddox.
No. 99. "My Eye!—I mean my left eye!"J. J. Shannon.
No. 108.Dog Stealing; or, what will they do with it?R. W. Macbeth, A.R.A.
No. 114. "Out! Out! Damp Spot!"Herbert Dalziel.
No. 119.Raised under Glass.Preserved Pheasant to be wound up and go off with a whirr-r. Can't make game of this. Your health, SirJohn Millais, Bart., R.A.
No. 122.Question of taste. "Do these trousers go well with my Academicals? No. So I'll only show just a little bit of 'em,knee plus ultra. That'll please the artist."J. J. Shannon.
No. 144. "When Earthly Shapes are wrapped in Gloom." MissA. Alma-Tadema.
No. 160. "I blacked my face last night to play the part of a female Christy Ministrel, and I haven't quite succeeded in getting it off this morning. Isn't it a pity, eh, Mr.Edwin Ward?"
No. 162.The Playful Monster.C. N. Kennedy.
No. 164. "Coming a Quiet Chuckle." Old Gentleman thinking over a good story, on which he calculates being asked out for the entire season.Percy Bigland.
No. 185.The Ferry.Charming! Ferry much so. G. H.Boughton, A.R.A.
No. 186. Dialogue overheard in front of this:—
He.Is that a portrait?She.Yes; I think so.He.Whose?She (after referring to catalogue).George Lewis.He (suddenly, after a pause).Who'sGeorge Lewis?!!!!!
He.Is that a portrait?
She.Yes; I think so.
He.Whose?
She (after referring to catalogue).George Lewis.
He (suddenly, after a pause).Who'sGeorge Lewis?!!!!!
What the reply was we don't know,—the question was too much for us, and we were caught in an attendant's arms, taken upstairs tenderly, and treated with care in the refreshment room. Who could imagine such ignorance possible in this "so-called Nineteenth Century!" "Who isGeorge Lewis!" ... "Ask a policeman."
"This piece must come off at once;"i.e., "I've got one which would just come in nicely, and could let 'em have it cheap."
"The dialogue is poor, the plot badly constructed;"i.e., "These are the two things for which everybody is going to praise this dramatic author. So I'll have my knife into him."
"The music is pretty enough, though some of the principal melodies irresistibly call to mind the popular works of other composers;"i.e., "He'll be praised for his originality. Bah! I've written things just as good as these."
"A most amusing Article, but a little of it goes a long way;"i.e., Is tired of his subject, and wants to turn his attention to something else.
"It's a very curious fact;"i.e., "Now to pile on the embroidery."
"Now, do drop all formality, and look in to dinner quite in a friendly way. But you must take us just as you find us;"i.e., "It counts as a formal invitation, and he's sure not to come."
"You can't come! Oh, I'm so sorry!"i.e., "Didn't even know I'd asked her."
"If at any time, by one jot, or one tittle, or one hair's breadth, or in the very slightest degree, or in the least;"i.e., "What, oh, what was I going to say? Can't go on like this for ever."
"Never was the country menaced with a more critical danger; never was our Party more enthusiastically united in confronting it;"i.e., "It won't make a bad cry, and may pull the stragglers together a bit."
"An oration which for a splendid combination of close reasoning and moving eloquence, is scarcely paralleled even among the many masterpieces of the illustrious speaker;"i.e., "An average speech from the point of view of the speaker's journalistic supporters."
"Its loose logic, ineffective rhetoric, and undignified petulance, furnishes a pitiful proof of the intellectual and moral decadence of a once great name;"i.e., The same oration seen from the other side.
"His knowledge of music is something quite phenomenal;"i.e., "He knows, and can talk about, absolutely nothing else."
"Would be quite lovely, but for a certainje ne sais quoiwhich repels most people;"i.e., "Beautiful beyond all criticism that is not vaguely venomous."
"You dear thing!"i.e., "You inconsequent little noodle!"
"How quite too weirdly quaint!"i.e., "What an uncanny horror of archaic ugliness!"
"How quite too awfully kind of you to take all this trouble!"i.e., "Foolish old faddist! What is bliss to him is boredom to me."
"How fearful you must be of fire!"i.e., "Oh, for a lucky conflagration!"
"Oh, I'm sure I shall enjoy it immensely;"i.e., "He can't talk any more than a semaphore, and looks as sleepy as an owl."
"What! You go right on to-day without changing? That is nice;"i.e., "Confound it! I thought there would be a chance of a cigar after the Junction."
"Oh yes, plenty of room, and pleased to have you;"i.e., "Old nuisance! will quite spoil my promisingtête-à-tête."
"You see you have just the figure—slim and graceful you know—for Signor Dumcramboni, which is the great thing;"i.e., "Must flatter him a little, or he'll kick at the one-speech part."
"Oh, I leave myself entirely in your hands;"i.e., "Wait till I'm fairly in, andI'll show him!"
"Really, the prodigious passion that Mr. Elderberrie throws into the declaration-scene quite disconcerts me;"i.e., "Preposterous old pump-handle!"
"Well, I'm sure I don't know what we should do without You! You put us all right;"i.e., "Fussy old idiot! Once spoke toMacready, and fancies himself no end of a Manager."
"Champagne. Grand Vin. Special Brand. Cuvée Reservée, 1874. Offered at 28s. the Dozen. Only a few dozen of this magnificent wine are left;"i.e., A dangerous home-manufactured compound of apple and gooseberry, that could not be safely offered even at a funeral.
"The 'Indian Sunrise' Rheumatic Vinegar, distilled in the far East from the choicest Oriental herbs;"i.e., Some stuff made in Shoreditch of common blue vitriol and turpentine.
"Oh, how like!"i.e., "Like?—Yes, like every other baby."
Wednesday.—Mr. Punchappears. Up and out early. Rejoicings. Banquets to Mr.Stanleygenerally.
Thursday.—Old Half-Quarter Day, New Style. Anniversary Dinner, at the Goose and Serpent, of First Night Theatrical-Wreckers' Club. Mrs.Snooks'Dinner, to meet Mr.Stanley.
Friday.—Nothing particular, except meeting Mr.Stanley.
Saturday.—Close time for Salmon in Serpentine begins. Mrs.Nemo'sfirst dance with Mr.Stanley.
Sunday.—Everyone in Hyde Park to meet Mr.Stanley. Rev. Dr.Honeyman'sSermon to Mr.Stanley. Museums closed. Flowers open, free.
Monday and Tuesday.—Much as usual. To meet Mr.Stanley.
General Forecast.—Weather unsettled at first. More so afterwards. N.E.E. Gales to meet Mr.Stanley. Snow, followed by violent Cyclones, unless dry, warm, and 91° in the shade. Depression over the whole of the British Dominions.
Wednesday.—Depression entirely relieved by appearance ofMr. Punch. Rejoicings all day. Squibs, Fireworks at night. In the evening, Somebody meets Mr.Stanley.
SUGGESTIONS FOR PICTORIAL DIRECTORYCromwell Row'd S.W.
Cromwell Row'd S.W.
May Fare, W."May Fare, W." Lamb Salad and New Peas. A picture of Still Life.
"May Fare, W." Lamb Salad and New Peas. A picture of Still Life.
JuteJute.—A quiet feeling, with small Sales.
Jute.—A quiet feeling, with small Sales.
LadyHenrietta Shimmers'long-talked-of Dance came off yesterday evening, at herrecherchélittle mansion in North-west Bayswater, and was a great success. A handsome second-hand slip of Dutch carpet was laid down on the pavement outside the Hall-door, and from an early hour in the afternoon afforded a theme for much favourable comment in the immediate neighbourhood. The staircase had been, with the aid of half-a-dozen night-lights and a profusion of homemade paper flowers, turned into a perfect fairyland, the illusion becoming the more perfect the further the spectator receded. The one purple and green Hungarian, who attended with his trombone to represent that celebrated band of musicians, supplied the dance music with much spirit, while those notedviveurs, capable of expressing an opinion on the subject of supper, declare that the South-American tinned oysters, and the seventeen-shilling Roumanian champagne, with which they washed them down, were both, in their way, respectively, in the shape of refreshment, quite the most remarkable things they had met with anywhere this season. The company was select and distinguished. Mrs.Jippling, who brought her two chubby-faced, pretty daughters, both in ditch-water-coloured cotton, was a simple blaze of Birmingham paste and green-glass emeralds, and with herpompadourof yellow satin bed curtain, trimmed withchiffonsof scarlet bell-ropes, looped up tastefully with bunches ofcordons d'onions d'Espagne à la blanchisseuse, was the centre of pleasurable astonishment wherever she went.Lady Pickoveralso created quite a sensation, being a perfect dream in orange worsted. MissMugallowattracted a good deal of notice, wearing the celebrated heavily enamelled plated family Holly-hocks, and severaldébutantesin bright arsenical Emerald Green, who had not much to recommend them in the way of good looks, came in for a fair amount of cynically disagreeable comment. The dance terminated at an early hour in the morning, it being eventually brought to a conclusion by a little riot in the hall, caused by the linkman (who, owing to his potations, had not been very steady after midnight) endeavouring to make off with the hat-and-umbrella-stand, a feat which brought the police on to the premises with a suggestion, that "as things seemed getting a bit lively inside, perhaps the concern had better come to a finish." The proceedings shortly after this, were brought to an abrupt conclusion.
Two young men of aristocratic appearance, and otherwise faultless dress, were observed in the Park on Monday, in boots of ordinary leather. This breach of theconvenanceshas excited much comment in the fashionable world to which they belong.
A curious sight was yesterday witnessed in Piccadilly. A gentleman well known in Society and in Politics lost his hat, which was run over, but not otherwise damaged, by a passing omnibus. The Honourable Gentleman's exclamation has been the subject of considerable remark in the Lobby of the House.
A careful investigator has been occupied in calculating the amount of roof accommodation available for the cats of the Metropolis. Dividing London according to Parliamentary districts, and subdividing these parochially and by streets (due allowance being, of course, made for wear and tear and removals), he has reached the remarkable conclusion, that every cat can command exactly one two-hundredth part of a roof. In this calculation kittens have been neglected.
What is this I hear about the Officers of the Sheriff of a County not a hundred miles from the Metropolis, refusing to be present at Mrs.Leo Hunter'sgrand reception in Lower Chelsea, to meet the youngest son of His Highness the Rajah of Jamjam,Alikhan Indoore? Was it because Mrs. H. forgot to ask their wives?
The great feature of Mrs.Duit Cheepeley'sFancy Dress Pic-nic at Burnham Beeches will be, that every guest will bring his own hamper. The hostess herself, as Ceres, the Goddess of Plenty, will provide the corkscrews only.
Lieut.-ColonelContre Jumpere, of the 28th Volunteer Battalion of the Diddlesex Regiment (Shoreditch Sharpshooters), on Saturday last entertained the officers under his command at adéjeuner à deux platsin the palatial restaurant of which he is Managing Director.
Messrs.Brown,Jones, andRobinsonhave met Mr.Stanley. Mr.Stanleyis reported to have said that he willnotmeet them again.
At the last moment it is reported that the engagement of the great African Explorer with Mrs.Snookesto meet at five o'clock tea SirJosephand LadySmuggingsis indefinitely postponed.
"Robert" writes to us about "The Ewents of the Week." He says:—
"The City Acaddemy, which it's on the Tems Embankment, opened on Toosday, and I'm told as about a thowsend pupils went a scrambling in there, as hurly as 9 a clock, with their shiny morning faces, and with their scratchels on their backs, as the Poet says, and with their lunches in 'em, as praps the Poet didn't kno of; and arterwards, theLord Mareand his Sherryffs went to Epping Forest and dined at a Pick Nick with a lot of Werderers, whatever they may be, and some common Counselmen, but, strange to say, they didn't have no Wenson! so they made Game of one another. They didn't arsk that Mr.Percy Lindley, who's allers a finding fault with 'em for cutting so many trees down and then cutting 'em up. They ort to have known from their long xperience, that a jolly good dinner woud most likely have made him hopen his mouth, and shut his eyes, and hold his Tung, like a gennelman."
"At a meeting at 'Good Old Bethnal Green,' as a werry lowd woiced gennelman called it, it was enounced that Mr.Passmore Edwards, the howner of the howdacious hapenny 'Hecko,' had promised to give 'em £20,000 to bild 'em a new Library with! when the lowd woiced gennelman ginerously enounced that he woud buy a coppy of that paper the werry next day! If that isn't grattetude, what is?"
A Cambridge Mathematician of repute has just concluded a careful and exhaustive calculation, by which he maintains that if all the pork-chops eaten in London in a week were placed in a row, they would reach from Camberwell to the Isle of Wight; and if piled in a heap on each other, would form a mound half as high again as Primrose Hill.
Pointing finger
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