Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, December 11, 1841Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, December 11, 1841
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
A juvenile party, among whom we noticed the two Biggses, attended in
Piccadilly to inspect the sewer now being made. One of the workmen
employed threw up a quantity of the soil, intending no doubt to give an
opportunity to the party of inspecting its properties; but as it hit some
of them in the eye, they retreated rapidly.
The venerable square-keeper in Golden-square took his usual airing round
the railings yesterday, and afterwards partook of the pleasures of the
chase, by pursuing a boy into John-street. He was attended by his usual
_suite_ of children, who cheered him in his progress, following him as he
ran on, and turning back so as to precede him, when he abandoned the hunt
and resumed his promenade, which he did almost immediately.
Bill Bumpus walked for several hours in the suburbs yesterday. In order to
have the advantage of exercise, he carried a basket on his head, and was
understood to intimate in a loud tone that it contained sprats, which he
distributed to the humbler classes at a penny a plateful.
* * * * *
THE HIGH-ROAD TO GENTILITY;
OR
MRS. WOULD-BE'S ADVICE TO HER DAUGHTER.
Now, Charlotte, dear, attend to me,
You know you're coming out,
And in the best society
Will shine, beyond a doubt.
Things were not always so with us,--
But let oblivion's seal
For ever shut out former days--
They were so ungenteel.
And as for country neighbours, child,
You must forget them all;
And never visit any place
That is not Park or Hall.
But if you know a titled name,
That knowledge ne'er conceal;
And mention nothing in the world,
Except it be genteel.
But think no more of Henry, child;
His love is pure, I know;
He writes delightful verses too;
But cannot be your _beau_.
He never as at Almack's, sure,--
From that there's no appeal;
For neither gifts nor graces now
Can make a man genteel.
You know Lord Worthless,--Charlotte, would
Not that be quite a match,
If not so very often in
The keeping of the watch?
He paid some damages last year,
Though slippery as an eel;
But then such vices in a peer
Are perfectly genteel.
And you must cut the Worthies--they're
No company for you;
Though all of them are lovely girls,
And very clever too.
'Tis true, we found them kind, when all
The world were cold as steel;
'Tis true, they were your early friends;
But, then, they're not genteel.
There's Lady Waxwork, who, when dressed,
Has nothing she can say;
Miss Triffle of her lap-dog's tail
Will chatter half the day.
The Honourable Mr. Trick
At cards can cheat or steal:--
_These_ are the friends that suit us now,
For oh! they're _so_ genteel!
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