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17/10/1835

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Figaro In London

Date of Article: 17/10/1835
Printer / Publisher: W. Strange 
Address: 21, Paternoster Row
Volume Number:     Issue Number: 202
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No. 202. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1835. Price One Penny THE IRISH ARTIST, WHILE Mr. O'Connell is every where going about doing the good work of agitation, he occasionally enriches his performances with a few of those admirable sketches which enable his hearers to see in their proper colours the characters of those whom he holds up to them. Among the bold portraits he has lately sketched with a master's hand, is that of the Duke of Cumberland, whom he has, as it were, impaled upon his easel, and handed down to posterity, in the character of the most wholesale bear that has ap- peared since the days of Baron Munchausen. The illustrious Duke is represented on the canvas of O'Connell ( of whose splendid and masterly touch Seymour has happily caught the spirit)— he is re- presented, we repeat, in his true character, holding in his hand the very documents which belie his tongue, and shewing his positive VOL. IV. possession of Orange warrants for the army, while he is saying he hiows of none-, in a style of the most mendacious effrontery. Never did the Duke so truly contemptible appear as in the annexed sketch— the cringing attitude of the sycophant, added to the ear- nestness of the confirmed liar, being points of identity which no one can mistake, and which are splendid triumphs of pictorial fi- delity. The sketch beneath of the poor done- up Corporal is equally graphic of its kind; and the song of '* Sure such a pair" never could have been more applicable than to the two effigies that adorn our number. O'Connell, as the artist, seems to have the bold and honest bearing of a painter who scorns to flatter, and gives a faithful ( if any thing so faithless as Cumberland can be faithful at all) delineation of his original. The country is indeed indebted to him for his tearing off the veils which have hitherto hung over the persons he has begun to unmask,— for veils have hitherto hidcen their true deformity from view, though time was daily rendering it easier to see through the veils than heretofore. The grand point of our caricature is, the astonishment and horror depicted in the face of the poor old Times at seeing the pictures which O'Connell has been painting. The Times is, beautifully and somewhat pathetically, we think, represented as being quite upon its last legs, and sunk so low in vice and decrepitude as to present a wretched picture of foulness and imbecility. Never was such a miserable, drivelling, dirty, and superannuated object pre- sented to the offended eye of an angry natiou, as this poor old Times has become, having violated the little confidence a portiou of the public once reposed in it, and turned to bad account the small remnant of the influence that once belonged to it. Its limbs seem paralyzed, its spirit seems extinct; even the quality of bloody which Cobbett assigned to it, will soon cease to belong to it, for how can that be called bloody which has a dead stop put to its circulation ? Its legs and very foundations are evidently tottering; its knees have lost their power, and there is not a part of the body but which, turned however gently to a golden or silver guide, will W. Strange, 21, Paternoster Row. FIGARO IN tONJUON. " Political Pasquinades and Political Caricatures are parts ( though humble ones,) of Political History. They supplv information as to the person and habits often as to the motives and objects of public men, which cannot be found elsewhere."— CROKER'S NEW WHIG GUIDE. Satire should like a polish'd razor keen, Vi ound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.— LADY MONTAGUE. 172 FIGARO IN LONDON. 179 lend, in any direction. We will not, however, taint the spotless pages of FIGARO with an account of the depravity of a contem- porary,— for it is riot right that a journal which, like ours, has stood the bribes of eight successive Ministries, should be stained by a recital of the tergiversation of a contemporary ( we blush to say the word) who has yielded in turn to every party that has, from time to time, thought it worth while to purchase its countenance. INTERPRETER. Caught at last, " Several picture! have arrived at Brussels, being from the king's pri- vate collection at Claremont."— Morning Paper. We have been somewhat surprised to know the reason of Leo- pold's recent visit to this country— but the above paragraph explains the thing entirely— the fact is that the Belgian finances are but so so, and that taxes being not so easily collected in that country as they are in this, Leopold, formerly of Oxford Street, and more recently of Marlborough House, has been in that predi- cament which is denominated hard up in vulgar phraseology. Now picture dealing between London and Brussels is bad trade, and Leopold came over to this country with the view of taking from Claremont something by means of which he might raise the wind in Belgium— he could not very well venture near London, because when he cadged at the oil shop in Oxford Street, a few little odd trifles, such as washing bills, & c. were not discharged with that punctuality which ought to characterise the house of Coburg. An odd cognovit here and there might have slipped his royal memory — and besides as he never regularly took the benefit of the act, it might have been very inconvenient. This was the cause of the very great secresy that attended the royal expedition, and thus he has been enabled to escape to Belgium, with enough pictures to put him in ready cash for a short period. The Duchess of Kent also lent him a five pound note, which with what he made at the Margate raffles will enable him to rub on another six months at the very lowest estimate. Rub on lie will as long as he can, but rubbing off is a propensity which his tradesmen say he never evinced any where. A Light Matter. " Lord John Russell has requested th » present made him by the Liverpool people, may be a c& ndetaburn."— Morning Paper Such is the paragraph that has gone the round of the papers, and we congratulate the noble lord on his anticipated accession to his plate chest. We have no doubt that politics are very attractive when they produce such delicious results as handsome candelabra, but we really think purity of motive would be much better preserved if these things were dispensed with. Besides plate is sometimes horridly misapplied, and we know an instance of the kind, in which a piece with a representation of Faith, Hope, and Charity, was given to a man whose oath could never be taken, whose charity consisted in cringing to the rich, and insulting the poor, whose only Hope can be to keep out of Satan's hands to the very last minute. As we said before, plate is very likely to be given to those who do not deserve it, and the practice of bestowing it only in- vites mercenary rascals to enter political life in the hope of get- ting some. We think we shall some day expose a few of the plate accepting patriots. Extremes Meet. In last Sunday's Age, awriter speaking of the forthcoming production at Drury Lane, says it is a remarkable fact that Pocock and Bellini both died within the same month. Now we see nothing at all remarkable in it, any more than we should in the fact of a peer and a dustman popping off the hooks within the same period. The Age very properly puffs poor Bellini, but very improperly puffs Pocock, who was nothing more than a second hand vamper of old melodramas, farces, and pantomimes. It did not follow that because Pocock was a justice of the peace, that he must have been a clever man ; and in fact had justice always fallen on every piece he produced, he would, though not then dead, have been d— d some twelve years since, as we believe he has been. As a magistrate, he was always committing people for committing nuisances, while as a stage hack he was always creating the very nuisances which he was called upon to quell in his judicial capacity. It does not follow because a fellow who scribbles don't happen to want money, that he don't want brains, and Po- cock was the veriest vamper that ever purchased plays in the Burlington Arcade, or dabbled in a dramatic paste- pot. WINCHESTERIANA. No. r. " If I insured my life," howled Winchester, " what office should I choose?'' Hobler guessed the At- las, because then the money would be forthcoming at- last, or the Phoenix, because you might rise again from your own settled ashes. " It is the Phoenix," cried Winchester, " because there is nothing to pay its fee- nicks, you know." Hobler bolted a lollipop. Winchester the other day was thumbing over an old edition of Shakspeare's Henry VI with his faithful toad eater innocently ambling around his stool. " Yo, ho ! my covey, here, look here, what does old Bill the deer stealer say— " Arrogant Winchester " Thou art no friend to God, or to the king." The faithful Hobler stood aghast, as if he was rehearsing one of Fitzball's dramas. " So help me Bob," yelped the indignant king of the City, " who ever heard such a lie ? No friend to God, when I go to church— and none to the king, when I doat upon my Christian brother on the other side of the bar." Hobler gave three cheers in comme- moration of the brilliant display of the vituperative powers of his lord and master. CITY INTELLIGENCE. Saturday Morning, Oct. 3. We are happy to be able to state that our money- market has shewn a considerable degree of firmness during the past week. Confidence in the Ministry is daily increasing, which, when fully established, must give an extraordinary impetus to the fruit- stalls in Lothbury, and at the Royal Exchange. We regret to learn of the total loss of the Diamond Greenwich steamer off Blackwall on the 30th ult. All the crew were drowned, and the invaluable cargo found a watery warehouse. The Blackwall papers of the 29 th of last month have been re- ceived : they mention that there had been a slight conflict between the natives, and others off Margate. We require the Margate dispatches to confirm this intelligence, which are still due. The Red Rover, to Paddington, ran aground off Morrison's Col- lege of Health, in the Road, but was got off without any damage. FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE. ( From our very own correspondent.) Bilboa. " DEAR FIGARO, I have very little news to communicate. Every thing is so so— though when I say it's so so I can't positively tell how. I live in a convent, which is called my quarters, but for things called quarters I never saw such (> « ) holes. As it is a convent in which I reside, it is not surprising that of accommodation I find nun ( none). In fact, in the cells of the friars I feel so uncomfortable as to have the strongest wish to cell ( sell) out altogether ; it strikes me I should have been a deuced deal more comfort- able at home, behind my counter, than living out here. I am told that it FIGARO IN LONDON. 173 is for the good of the Spanish Constitution, but if I continue to catch cold as I have done lately, my constitution will suffer terribly. Yours in trepidation, TIMOTHY GULLY. CITY COURT CIRCULAR. ( From our own correspondent.) We are quite deserted at this end of the world, all our fashionables are gone to shoot the partridges and pheasants. Right Hon. Sir Chas. Pearson, on Wednesday left his official residence, in Liquorpond Street, for Clapham Common, to join a large shooting party. Mr. Effingham Wilson takes the field at the Royal Exchan ge, and ex- pects to have some fine sport amongst the lame ducks. AN ENGLISH MELODY. Everybody knows Winchester is going out; his own splendid simile of the past week, has put the world in possession of that important fact. The world, however, did not conceive that Winchester has a poetic soul, but we say, , ,.. He is a poet, And now they know it. The following effusion is caused by his expected retirement from the civic chair, and is beautifully pathetic. It brings to mind The Last ]\ ose of Summer. ' Tis the last month of power, That's left me alone ; My Mansion House dinners Are nearly all gone. Not a basin of turtle, No venison is nigh To make my mouth water, Or put in a pie. I'll not leave thee, Hobler, To sit where you do ; Since I'm going to the devil, I'll make you go too. Thus kindly I scatter Your trunk on the floor. Where your vile predecessors . Have sprawled too before. Oh, soon may I perish When power does decay, And from my shining presence, Applause slinks away. For when parasites vanish, And flattery is flown; Oh, who would inhabit The world, when ' tis gone. It is expected that Lord Winchester will sing this pathetic song at his fare- well dinner, and when the melody is ended, he intends acting up to the spirit of it by running himself through with the carving knife ; while Hobler will, in a voice of thunder, storm out the words, " Thus fell Cardinal Wolsey." BREVITIES. Up to Snuff. The Corporation of Liverpool is going to give the Duke of Wellington a gold snuff- box. If it be emblematical of the givers, it will be filled with blackguard. Epigram, ON THE PEOPLE OF CORNWALL WISHING TO RETURN MR. RODD AS THEIR REPRESENTATIVE. In the people of Cornwall it seems very odd To shew such a wish to be ruled by a Rodd ( rod). Billing and Cooing. The tradesmen of England deeply regret that there is no chance of her most gracious Majesty's discharging " a Bill.'' Squeezing a Joke> The snuff- box to be given to the Duke of Wellington is, in the language of the Corporation that bestows it, on account of his having served them at a pinch. THEATRICALS. We had been waiting for some time with anxiety to see the bill put forward by the new management of Covent Garden, for we were extremely anxious to be enabled to find something to praise in it. We, however, are under the painful necessity of declaring that so disgraceful a document never was issued, both as respects the poverty of the company, and the display of vulgar ignorance on the part of the management. In the first place, the lessee calls attention to his different engagements ( his indifferent ones being too numerous to call attention to) ; and, speaking of thess en- gagements, he says, " amongst whom will be found Mr. C. Kemble."— However, we shall pass over the gross bad English of the bill, and come to the poverty of the company. It comprises the positive refuse of the smaller houses; and though Kemble heads the troop of tag- rag and bob- tail, he only stays with them a week, and then the company will be left to all its wretchedness. Besides, even if there were any advantage to be derived from the respectability of his name, this would be completely counteracted by the total failure of attraction. Kemble was visible at the Haymarket for prices nearly equally low with those of Covent Garden, and nobody went to see him : who, then, will wish to witness his futile attempts when he is surrounded with the very dregs of the minor esta- blishments. The idea of having him as a star can only be entertained by comparison. He may be a star among the Covent Garden company on the same principle as a piece of old glass, set in putty, might look like a rarity. Miss Taylor's name is the only one of talent in the whole bill— at least such talent as ought to be found at a national establishment.— There are some who, like Vale, Williams, Rogers, M'lan, and others, would have commanded our good word in their respective lines of business, but they themselves know, as well as we do, that they are out of their ele- ment at Covent Garden. No performer who could have got there in its pure days would go to it in its degenerated state, and have the tag- rag and bobtail which now comprises the establishment. As to Power, he may draw the sixpenny gallery for a night or two, but the thing will find its level, as sure as one and one are two in the aggregate. ' Habgood of Haverstock'is put off; the part of the villain Habgood requiring more study than it was first thought, as Fitzball has created such a fiend as not even O. Smith's hellish experience had formed any notion of. Enough of Covent Garden. Nobody will go to see the Surrey faces, of whom the St. George's fields people have been surfeited long a^ o at sixpence a head. If Davidge don't think they would draw at the Surrey, how can Osbal- diston suppose they will draw at Covent Garden. Drury Lane must perforce have our encouragement, and we willingly award it to Bunn, who has boldly monopolised all the talent in the market, and it rests with himself to make the best use of it. Macready ought to play Hamlet on Monday, and the new musical drama should be spiritedly put at once as an afterpiece. This would get Bunn such a bumper as must knock up the opening night of Covent Garden ; for people must be fools indeed if they go to see Kemble hobble through Hamlet, while they could have Macready's fine delineation of it in preference. Let Bunn do this, and get Balfe's opera out by the end of the week, thus spiritedly sacrificing ' Cavaliers and Roundheads' as a first piece, and he would find it would strengthen the house immensely as an afterpiece. By the bye, with the exception of the scenic display, and the excellence of the acting caste, there was nothing in ' Cavaliers and Roundheads' to warrant much being made of it. The thing is of value as an afterpiece, for the good names it gets into the bills, but otherwise the execution of the music, and 214 FIGARO IN LONDON. T. Cooke's clumsy adaptation of it, would have gone far towards damning it. T. Cooke may he a good hand at the mechanical process of copying and distributing orchestra parts, but he has no more taste, judgment, or title to the name of a composer, than the printer who composes the types has the right to be called an author. The stage arrangement was worthy of the united efforts of Bunn and Yates, while the acting was creditable to every one. Miss Healey was solely out of her place, and if Bunn had consulted us, we should have said at once, " Don't engage her." She has no voice, no science, no taste, no expression, no compass, no execution, no feeling, and, in two short words, no nothing. The delicious polacca Grisi used to sing ( on vergine vezzosa) was a laughable failure, and we regret to add, that the fine military duet was given by Seguin and Giubilei as if the former were a drunken labourer defying the latter, as if he had been a policeman acting upon the " Move on" principle. The music of * Puritani' was literally murdered, as if the executors ( or rather executioners) of it had thought that, because Bellini is no more, his music ought to follow him. We wonder the shade of Bellini did not start up with indig- nation, and seize the disturbers of repose in that world where discord must be, from its rarity, particularly disagreeable. The audience avenged his insulted ashes with a holy hiss. The English Opera having got an extension of license from the King is about to re- open, his Majesty having most graciously given his permis- sion to Mr. Arnold to complete his rnin within the present twelvemonth. In pursuanceto this most benevolent arrangement, Mr. Arnold begins again his favourite pastime of ducks and drakes, which game he intends playing as long as he can with his remaining sovereigns, half- crowns, shillings, and sixpences. They open with something romantic ; but nothing that is brought out will be one half so romantic as Arnold's idea that it will get his money back again. Such ducks and such drakes are not to be enticed back again, as they are in farm- yards, and we hope the game of ducks and drakes will not end in the manager himself becoming a lame one of the former species. It was said that Messrs. Bond would take the theatre ; but we believe there is no truth in the statement. We think they would do more with it than the present manager. We understand the company did better with it than himself did, in spite of the silver cup and cover humbug with which the concern opened. Wrench is playing at the Queen's. The houses we are told have been crowded. Hunting a Turtle should not have been withdrawn, for it might have been made a stock favourite. Mitchell's acting was getting if pos- sible better in it every night, and the removal of the piece is not policy. The Strand we believe is to open, with Rayner as the manager. All we can say of theatres is, the more the merrier. Mr. Braham's new theatre in King Street, is we believe progressing fast. The situation, the reputation of the proprietor, and all circumstances con- nected, will, if it be well managed, make It the leading theatre of the metropolis. It seems to be rapidly proceeding. All the small fry of theatres are opening, and we may soon expect them to be as plentiful as native oysters. The Pavilion has commenced its campaign, and the Garrick puts forth a poster redolent of rant and rhap- sody'— and a hole appears to have been dug in Shoreditch, for the reception of a few votaries of Sheba and Melpomene. The aforesaid hole possesses a vigorous company of determined asserters of the rights of innocence, who with faces of brick dust and hearts of heroes call for retribution upon melodramatic murderers, and appeal to heaven through the medium of a threepenny gallery. This refined set out is called the Standard Theatre, and we trust there will be no flagging in the quality of the entertainment. One or two respectable names are in the bills, and that of Mr. J. Parry is one that, as acting manager, seems a guarantee of propriety The New Queen's, in Windmill Street, has got a new batch of tenants, who seem inclined with a holy ardour, to helevate hinjured hinnocence and now wengeance on willainny. The first week's entertainments promise to bring down crime at least 40 per cent, in the moral market, and to bring up virtue to a very respectable premium. To speak stock exchangekallxj, we may expect if the company succeeds, to be enabled to quote assassina Hons at O^, while we may also hope to find Virtue's rewards up as high as 158 and The first week's pieces are all intended to act as under- takers of crime and upholders of integrity. The first is called— Blood and Blarnty, or the False Fiend of Tulham. In the course of the piece a man is to fight a broad- sword combat with himself, while another character is to swallow, in swift succession, sixteen salubrious saveloys. This is business, if it is nothing else, and it will we hope be successful. ADVERTISEMENTS. ' Just Published, No. 2, price One Penny, to be continued weekly, ZOOLOGICAL ANECDOTES; commencing with that faithful friend of man, the DOG; including authentic particulars of its habits, sagacity, & c. and illustrated with numerous engravings. Neatly printed in 8vo. on fine wove paper. The idea of this work was suggested by the following passage in the TIMES, of September 30. In reviewing ' Jesse's Gleanings,' 3rd series, just published, the Editor says:—" The circulation, in a cheap form, of the anecdotes which Mr. Jesse's industry has brought together, would, we are convinced, effect more, than any acts of the Legisla- ture to prevent cruelty will ever be able to accomplish." O'CONNELL'S SEVEN SPEECHES, Price Together 6d., Separately One Penny, or Six Shillings per hundred for distribution, O'CONNELL'S SPEECH, addressed to the People of Manchester. O'Connell's Speech at the Dinner at Manchester. O'Connell's Speech, addressed to the People of Edinburgh. 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