Culch. The place appears to excite Miss PRENDERGAST’s enthusiasm, at all events! [Sighs.
Podb. Rath-er! But then she’s no end of a classical swell, you know! [Sighs.
Culch. (putting his arm through PODBURY’s.) Ah, well, my dear PODBURY, one mustn’t expect too much, must one?)
Podb. I don’t, old chap—only I’m afraid she does. Suppose we toddle back to the hotel, eh? Getting near table d’hote time.
[They go out arm-in-arm.
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’ARRY IN ROME AND LONDON.
A kind Correspondent calls Mr. Punch’s attention to the fact that ’ARRY the Ubiquitous crops up even in the Classics, as ARRIUS, in fact, in Carmen lxxxiv. of CATULLUS. How proud ’ARRY will be to hear of his classical prototype! Our Correspondent “dropping into verse,” exclaims:—
[Illustration: ’Arry the Classic in his Swell Toga-ry]
Yes! Your Cockney is eternal;
ARRIUS speaks in ’ARRY
still:
Vaunts ’is “hincome”
by paternal
“Hartful” tricks
hup ’Olborn ’Ill.
How well he is justified may be seen by a glance at the text of CATULLUS:—
DE ARRIO.
“C_h_ommoda” dicebat,
si quando commoda vellet
Dicere, et “hinsidias” ARRIUS
insidias:
Et tum miritice sperabat se esse locutum.
Cum, quantum poterat, dixerat “hinsidias.”
Credo, sic mater, sic Liber avunculus ejus,
Sic maternus avus dixerit, atque avia.
CATULLUS, Carmen lxxxiv.
Which—for the benefit of ’ARRY himself, who is not perhaps familiar with the “Lingo Roruano”—though he may know something of a “Romano” dear to certain young sportsmen, though not dearer to them than other caterers,—may thus be very freely adapted:—
’ARRY to Hoxford gives the aspirate still
He cruelly denies to ’Ighgate ’Ill;
Yet deems in diction he can ape the “Swell,”
And “git the ’ang of it” exceeding well.
Doubtless his sire, the ’atter, and his mother,
The hupper ’ousemaid, so addressed each other;
For spite of all that wrangling Board Schools teach,
There seems heredity in Cockney speech.
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FREDERICK THE GREAT AT BURLINGTON HOUSE.—“Bravo, Sir President of the Royal Academy!” says Mr. Punch, U.P.B.B., enthusiastically; “a splendid lecture, Sir, that of yours last Thursday, given to the architectural and other Academical students. who, acting upon your advice, should be each one the architect of his own fortune. Your sharply dashed-off portrait of The Grand Monarque, the ’Roi Soleil, majestic in the many-storey’d wig,’—the King being built up quite mon-architecturally,—’which encircled his retreating brow,’ was masterly. More power to your elbow, Sir FREDERICK—that is, if you require it. Mr. Punch, Universal President of Brother Brushes, fraternally and cordially salutes you.”