Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 16th, 1893 — John Shaqi
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 16th, 1893Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 16th, 1893
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
Thought of this to-night listening to old friend in Lords, now
scarcely disguised as Duke of DEVONSHIRE. Spoke for nearly two hours.
Those who read it will find speech admirable; one of the best, most
weighty, indictments of Home Rule and the tactics that have brought it
into position of Ministerial measure. But alack! for those who heard
it, or, at least, sat through the two hours; not many, all told; an
hour enough for THE MACULLUM MORE; other Peers on both sides of House
folded their tents like the Arab, and as silently stole away. The
MARKISS gallantly kept his place, sitting for some time with closed
eyes, the better to concentrate his attention. PRINCE ARTHUR and JOEY
C.--lovely in the Commons, in the Lords not divided--stood sturdily
on either side of the Throne. "The Lion and the Unicorn supporting the
Crown," said ROSEBERY, glancing across at them.
[Illustration: Supporting the Crown.]
For the ladies in the gallery, mothers and daughters, DEVONSHIRE not
so attractive a _parti_ as was HARTINGTON. Still, he is a pillar of
the Union, a brand snatched from the burning pile to which the wicked
hand of Mr. G. applied the traitrous torch. So they sat and
listened--half an hour, three-quarters of an hour, an hour. Then was
heard the light rustle of dainty dresses; doors softly opened along
the Gallery; for a moment a fair figure stood framed in it, with
guilty glance around to see if she was observed; then, with winning
"back-in-five-minutes" look on innocent face, she hastily stepped out.
[Illustration: The Devonshire Yawn.]
The Duke saw none of these things nor cared for them. He had a duty
to perform, and long before OLD MORALITY was heard of, the CAVENDISHES
did their duty. He plodded on through the melancholy night; stolidly
turning over the pages of his notes; stubbornly repressing a growing
tendency to yawn; catching his voice up when it wearily sank to the
level of his boots; making most pathetic effort to keep it going.
Usually it fell away at the end of the third or fourth sentence, to be
pulled up with harsh jerk at commencement of one that followed. A
good man struggling with the adversity of having to make a speech on
a topic harried to death in the other House through course of over
eighty days.
"Yes," said the Member for Sark, waking up from gentle slumber
indulged in in corner seat at end of Gallery; "but why didn't he halve
his adversity? If he'd been content with an hour we should all have
been grateful, and he would have been spared a moiety of his anguish."
_Business done._--Second Reading of Home-Rule Bill moved in House of
Lords.
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