Caricatures and cartoons -- Great Britain; English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial
British Museum. The tongue might have belonged to the first fat buck shot
by Robin Hood.
Those weak, wan, dilapidated waiters! Those fossil remains of a forlorn
hope! As the night advanced they grew more attenuated. The "any orders?"
dwindled to a whisper, and the "coming, sir!" lapsed into a scarcely
audible sigh. They had hardly strength enough left to carry away the
fragments of a tart. They glided about like ghosts amidst the expiring
lamps. Another hour elapsed, and everything denoted the End of the
Change. Ruin had seized on all. The arrack dried up in the bowl, ere it
could be carried to the appointed box. Every glass was cracked, every
fork had forfeited a prong; and in the darkness and confusion men carved
with the handles of their knives, macadamising their suppers! The trees
and shrubs lost their natural character, and became yews and cypresses;
and extending from branch to branch were to be seen large cobwebs, having
the hue and substance of slices of boiled beef. Then there was a general
rush through the rain to see the Invisible Fireworks. What a sight was
that! The catherine wheels were stationary; the rockets changed their
minds as they were going up, and the whiz was but a consumptive cough;
the Roman candles had all been accommodated with extinguishers; and
the shells broke their inflammatory hearts in smoke and silence. Three
reluctant and doubtful bangs from a solitary cracker sounded the requiem
of the Pyrotechnic art!
Then methought the company began to "disperse" indeed. Arms put
themselves within other arms, and moved on, while the legs that had
once belonged to them sought the promenade in another direction, and
dragged themselves across it as over a ploughed field. The persevering
and inexhaustible spirit of Vauxhall, however, was yet animate in some;
and my eye caught glimpses of strange groups--parts of people--sometimes
the lower extremities--sometimes the upper--disjointed dancers, all
performing quadrilles in spasmodic movements, under umbrellas, to
inaudible music, supplied by the Apparitions of Fiddlers.
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