I saw it not-thought it not-it harm'd not me, He that is damned, not hearing of the damning, Brougham. I am sorry to hear this. Puppet.-I had been happy, if the general camp Bows, shouts-the glorious products of Reform. Puppet.-(Going fiercely to him)—Villain! be sure you Prove the Bill was wanted, Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof, (Seizing him by the throat.) Or by the worth of mine illustrious crown, Brougham, Than answer my waked wrath. Brougham.-Is it come to this? Puppet. If thou dost wrong poor Erin and humbug me, Never speak more-abandon all debate On taxes, head taxes accumulate, Pass Bills to make Whigs weep, Tories amazed, Brougham.-O Place! O heaven defend me, Eldon be with you; take mine office-O wretched fool That liv'st to make thy Whiggery a vice; To be directly Whiggish is not safe. I thank you for this profit-and from hence I'll be no Whig-since Whigs give such offence. Puppet.-Nay, stay, I think the Bill is needed and think it's not, I think the Whigs are right, yet think they're not. Brougham.-How satisfied, my lord, Puppet.-Death and damnation! no! Brougham.-It were a tedious bore, I think To take an actual prospect: damn them, then. Puppet. I'll tear 'em all to pieces. Brougham.-Nay, but be wise, tell me but this (Going.) Yield up. O Whigs, thy former popularity To hateful tyranny. Brougham.-Pray be content. Puppet,-Blood, Brougham, blood. Brougham.-Patience, I say; our minds perhaps may change. Puppet.-Never, Brougham, By yonder civil list I here engage my words. (Kneels.) Brougham-Do not rise yet: Witness you ever-turning Whigs above, The execution of his wit, hand, heart, To worthy William's service! let him command, Puppet.-I greet thy love, not with vain thanks, Within these three months let me hear thee say Brougham.-Daniel's in quod, 'Tis done at your desire. Puppet.-Now ar't thou quite my Chancellor. :0: A SCENE FROM OTHELLO. Othello (on this occasion) by Mr. Punch. Exeunt. The Lamp (one of the lights of the age) by Lord John Russell. Enter OTHELLO (PUNCH) taking the LAMP (LORD JOHN IT is the cause, by Jove, it is the cause; Put out LORD JOHN and then put in BOB PEEL. Yet I'll not oust the Whigs, Nor force the really able.ones to go: I'd rather aid them with some sticking plaster. Yet he must out-or he'll betray more men. Put out LORD JOHN and then-put out the Whigs! I can thy former place restore, should it repent me ; Othello (PUNCH) sits down in a desponding attitude, and looking at the Lamp (LORD JOHN RUSSELL) he naturally falls asleep. The public hailed me still the coming man. He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know't and he's not robbed at all. Iago. I am sorry to hear this. Othello. I had been happy if a crowded house, Critics and all, had seen me in the Bells, Or Hamlet-but the Moor! O, now for ever Iago. Is it possible? But, sir Othello. Villain, be sure you prove me not the Moor. "OTHELLO TRAVESTIE, an operatic Burlesque Burletta," by Maurice G. Dowling, Esq., was first produced at the Liver Theatre, Liverpool, March, 1834, and was afterwards performed at the Strand Theatre, London. This now reads as a very dull and stupid burlesque, in which the only approach at fun is obtained from causing Othello to speak, and act, like a negro melodist. The songs introduced are mostly founded on the Ethiopian melodies then popular, and there are no passages, of any merit, parodying the original tragedy. This burlesque can still be obtained from Mr. Samuel French, 89, Strand, London. There was a much earlier "Othello Travestie," published in 1813, of which details are wanting. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. TAKE, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain, MEASURE FOR MEASURE, Act IV. Scene 1. This song also occurs in Act V. Scene 2, of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional stanza : HIDE, O, hide those hills of snow, :0: TAKE, O, take that bill away, That, alas! long since was due! Call again some other day, When the trees do bud anewMaybe, dimly distant spring Some financial change will bring. -:0: HIGH GAME. TAKE, oh take the haunch away Close and muggy was the morn. Rhapsodies, by W. H. Ireland, 1803. :0: In 1879 a Mr. Tracy Turnerelli acquired a certain notoriety in consequence of having organized a subscription to purchase a golden laurel wreath to be presented to Lord Beaconsfield. The subscription was entitled "The People's Tribute," and 52800 pennies were collected, the wreath was made and publicly exhibited, when, to the great disgust of Mr. Tracy Turnerelli, the Prime Minister declined the gift. Lord Beaconsfield's reasons were given in the following letter, which cleverly exposes the self-seeking motives of the organiser of this "Tribute ": "10, Downing-street, Whitehall, June 16, 1879.-Sir,Lord Beaconsfield desires me to inform you that he has received and carefully considered your letter of the 8th inst., in which you ask him to name a day for the presentation of a laurel wreath procured by the contributions of upwards of 50,000 of the people, which have been collected, according to your statement, with immense labour and never-yet-exampled efforts.' His lordship has, moreover, had before him the correspondence which during the last five years you have addressed to him, and he notices especially your complaints that your services have received no recognition at the hands of the leaders of the Conservative party, and the expression of your hope that sooner or later they will meet with reward. Although Lord Beaconsfield would fully appreciate and value a spontaneous gift from his fellow-subjects belonging to a class in which he has ever taken the warmest interest, he cannot but feel that, being himself intimately connected with honours and rewards, he is precluded by the spirit in which you have previously addressed him from accepting a gift thus originated, and proffered in a manner which he cannot deem satisfactory.-I have the honour to be, sir, your obedient servant, ALGERNON TURNOR. Tracy Turnerelli, Esq." The golden wreath was publicly exhibited at the Crystal Palace, and afterwards at Madame Tussaud's Exhibition. ·:0 "THE WREATH." TAKE, oh take that wreath away, To the fools who sent them you: Bits of Beaconsfield, a New Series of Disraeli's Curiosities of To which Turnerelli is supposed to have replied in the following parody of Ben Jonson : THE WREATH. (After an old model). I bought thee late a golden wreath, As giving me a hope that I Thy pensioner might be. But thou thereat didst only sneer, Since when I hate the thing, I swear, Funny Folks, July, 1879, THE WREAth Refused. TAKE, oh take that wreath away, I am open to their scorn; RICHARD THE THIRD. SCENE I. London. A street. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty And that so lamely and unfashionable This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes. This speech was chosen as the original for a parody competition in The World, in September, 1879, the subject to be treated being "The Return of Lord Chelmsford and other officers from Zululand." FIRST PRIZE. LORD C. loq. Now is the night of our despondency Illumined with the star of victory; And all the gloom that hung on Afric's coast Our stern defences turned to swift pursuit ; Pursue the track of frightened fugitives, But I, that care not for these showy tricks, Of smooth reporters to exaggerate The lame conclusion and unfinished aim Of a safe skirmish with some half-armed tribes Into the conduct of a mighty war, So that the farce makes laughter for the Why I, who bore the burden of the fight, I scorn the changing fancies of these days, As meaner minds are vain and envious, Is the sure prelude of a nations praise. OLD LOG. SECOND PRIZE. SCENE: Zululand, the Bush. Enter CETEWAYO, with an English newspaper. CET. Now are the grumblings of their discontent Of these same English, false and treacherous- This is his prophecy: That they and G. Of England's fame the murderers shall be. Brim up, thoughts o'er my soul ! my time yet comes. The World, September 10, 1879. :0: "Kinge Richard ye Third, or ye Battel of Bosworth Field; a merry mysterie," in one act, by Charles Selby, was produced at the Strand Theatre, on February 26, 1844. This burlesque can be obtained from Mr. Samuel French, 89, Strand, London. A much more ambitious burlesque of the same tragedy was produced at the New Royalty Theatre, At length broke under me and now has left me, FAREWELL! a long farewell, to all my greatness! And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: Thus I am left a prey me. Remorseless scribblers of the press, I hate ye! The Figaro, October 2, 1875. KING HENRY VIII. Cardinal Wolsey Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride MR. GLADSTONE AND HIS OLD CHINA. The following, which purports to be a meditation of our junior member for Greenwich on his past career, called forth by the recent sale of his Pictures and Old China, was according to the Morning Advertiser, picked up in the sale room at Christie's, at the close of Mr. Gladstone's sale on Saturday last. Our spirited contemporary admits that the only evidence as to its authorship is internal, and is inclined to think it by no means reliable, but this is a matter respecting which all who read it are at liberty to form their own opinion: "FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my teapots; *Mrs. Bateman. |