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07/11/1835

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Date of Article: 07/11/1835
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FICrARO I< © WBOW. Satire should like a polish'd razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.^- LADY MONTAGUE. " Political Pasquinades and Political Caricatures are parts ( though humble ones,) of Political History. Thev supply 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. No. 205. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1835. Price One Penny THE ROYAL BRIGAND. It was once supposed that those horrid marauders, known by the name of Brigands, infested only the countries on the Continent, and that though robbery is a eommon crime enough in England, it was not usually attended with that cut- throat ferocity which marks the conduct of the Italian Bandit. We have, however, at length fallen upon one who unites in his character all the meanness of the pick- pocket, and all the ferocity of the practised highway plunderer. To leave off allegory, and to come at once to facts, some disclosures have been recently made which have brought to VOL. IV. light some of the most flagrant instances of villany on the part of the gang comprising this dreadful set of beings, whose aim seems to have been even as high as the crown itself, and whose vile endeavours would have ended, not only in wresting the crown from the head of the body of that venerable old gentleman who goes by the name of William the Fourth, and whose presence inspires a sort of holy flare- up in every bosom capable of appreciat- ing the inordinate blessing of monarchy. However, to return to the subject of our article, it seems that the principle of honour, generally thought to prevail among thieves, has not been observed with reference to the thieves joining the Orange lodges ; for a quarrel having sprung up between them, one immediately lets out the secrets of the gang, from which it appears that there has been an attempt to turn the current of the succession, and to deprive us of the infinite pleasure of continuing under the reign of the excellent sovereign who now waves over us the sceptre, and other gingerbread symbols of monarchy. But more than this, it was intended to knock out the delicious little Princess Victoria from the line of succession. She, who has so endeared herself to the country by her intimate acquaintance with the grammar, her artless and innocent manner of multiplying six times 2 upwards as far as 12, and her extreme gout for receiving addresses from all the riff raff in the petty provinces. But great as must have been the loss had the infamous Orangemen succeeded in their scheme of chang- ing the succession, how much more enormous does the crime appear when it is known who was the person it was destined to devolve upon. Who can the reader suppose? Why, it was no other than the Duke of Cumberland, who, Brigand like, lying in the ambush of an orange tree, was aiming the carbine of treason at the head of royalty. Seymour has very properly placed in high trees the perpetrator of high treason, for Seymour never loses the opportunity of being graphic, pointed, pathetic, and powerful. In fact, his notion reminds us of Fra Diavolo, a name by the bye that is rather appropriate, signifying as it does the brother devil, and his Majesty's brother seems to be a devil of no W. Strange, 21, Paternoster Row. FIGARO IN common order. However, parodying the description in Fra Diavolo, we will give a little characteristic illustration of the principal figure in the sketch that enriches this week's FIGARO. SONG. AIR.— On yonder rock reclining. Jn yonder tree there slinking, That white moustachoed phiz behold— As white as if of frost it told, Showing his heart is cold. On treason he is thinking, A cloud of hate sits on his brow, And his mind so truly low, Longs for a general row. Tremble— e'en while the wretch is grinnin g Some horrible plot he's spinning, He's the devil, oh ! the devil, oh ! the devil ! Though foes when weak assailing He fights with rage and hate combined, Towards the strong we'll always find He's but a cowardly hind, For firmness is availing Against him, as full well we know, For if one resists him so— He'll take to his heels and go— Trembling— though each one the monster meeting, Is sure to be repeating, The devil, oh! the devil, oh ! the devil! Such is a faint outline of the Devilish Orange Brigand, whose treasonable conduct^ if it shall be proved, requires a far more searching enquiry, and a far more formidable punishment than the pages of this publication could afford it. If the charges uttered be real, no means can be too powerful or too speedily used to drag the traitors to justice. INTERPRETER. Rather a Mull. On Tuesday morning the premises of Mr. Hickman, rag- merchant, Rutland place, Upper Thames- street, were discovered to be on fire, and notwithstand- ing the early attendance of the fire- engines, and a plentiful supply of water, the premises were entirely consumed in a very short time.-— Daily Paper. We fancy we can see the face of Hickman, the rag- merchant, when he read the above paragraph. Such an unquestionable mull we never remem- ber to have met with. It seems as if fate had conspired against poor Hickman to burn him out; for though there were plenty of engines, lots of men to work them, and abundance of water, the premises were destroyed in a very short time,— thus proving that Hickman was an especial mark for the vengeance of the flaming element. Other people's premises are sometimes saved with few engines and a scanty supply of water, but poor Hickman's are brought to the ground, though strenuously pumped upon. The thing was a mull. WINCHESTER IN A MESS. Tlie late fracas between Rotch and Winchester has excited the most considerable interest in the city, but we alone are in a situation to record thefull particulars. Rotch, in his statement to the Lords, ' gave a severe slash at the civic court, and cut up the king of the cockneys as thoroughly as ever Brooks the anatomist cut up a subject. The Court of Aldermen took fire at the insult, and made some patriotic speeches on the occasion ; Alderman Wood ( among the other wise men of the east) declaring that it " was a haction both hungenerous, hungentlemanly, and hunpleasant to hencounter." Old Winchester, who if a clencher of stupidity is wanted, is sure to be ready to give it, got up, and took his oath, in the name of all the Aldermen, that " sich conduct was not sich as it should be, nor sich as it ought for to be, nor sich as he could have looked for, in sich a man holding sich a situation as Mr. Rotch did." Whereupon, Rotch summons LONDON. 179 a friend ( Lavender, we believe), and sends him off to Winchester, who was quietly smoking his pipe, and drinking a small glass of swipes and sherry mixed, with a dash of hread and butter in it to give a flavour. When Lavender mentioned his errand, which was to demand, in the name of Rotch, the satisfaction of a gentleman, Winchester flared up, and de- sired to know how any man dared have the d— d impudence to take him for a gentleman. " Don't you know," he cried, " who I am ?" Rotch's friend Lavender was completely at sea, and said that he was sent " to demand an explanation." Upon which, Winchester, pointing to the door, cried out vociferously, " Begone, sir. Don't you know that I, as Lord Mayor, cannot explain any thing. Quit my sight, and tell Rotch that I won't come and fight him, and that if he dares to touch me with his fists, I'll set all the charity- boys upon him; and even the beadle shall be ready for a turn- up, if it comes to that." Rotch, on being told of this warlike threat, declared himself " perfectly satisfied." THE QUEEN AT OXFORD. A paragraph has been running the round of the papers, in which there is a redundancy of the most rampant and right roaring twaddle. It com- prises a puff for the proceedings of that precious pump, the Mayor of Oxford, who it seems came, sans ceremonie— that is to say ( we suppose), not shaved, and with a dirty shirt on, to present a loyal address to her most serene Majesty. The filthy hog, not content with his insultingly dirty exterior, was presuming enough to commence a familiar conversation with her Majesty on the subject of her august husband, the King, and trusted, as he treasonably said, " that the worthy old cockawax was in perfect health," and so on. Her Majesty, in an elegant burst of a sort of piebald language, something between German and English, merely ob- served, with a sweet smile of curiosity, " What the dibil him mean, mine Got; what him say ?" and the courtiers in attendance thought it advisable to cut short the audience. The papers, and particularly the Courier ( whose twaddle the Herald instinctively transfers to its own columns), have subjoined a long rigmarole, declaring that her Majesty was sincerely gratified with the beastly vulgarity of the Oxford Mayor; but we happen to know that the Queen didn't at all like it, and thought Oxford ought to be indicted for containing such a horrid nuisance as its own chief ma- gistrate. WINCHESTERIANA. No. 9. The other day, Winchester, finding the muddy weather was coming on, hurried off Hobler to the shoemaker's, and ordered him to bring a man from the shos- shop with a precious lot of large highlows for Winchester to try on, as he wanted a pair to cut a dash in on the day of his downfall. Hobler went to the Red Boot, in Holborn, and saw it written up, " Good men's shoes." " Upon my soul," cried he, " that won't do for my master — good men's shoes won't do for him: so let's have a few naughty men's!' The shop- boy accompanied Hobler home, and, on arriving at the Man- sion- House, a dispute arose about the price, when the shoemaker declared the sum was written upon the bottom. " Is it," said Winchester; " why so it is. Oh then I can't doubt the shoe, for I see it says the price upon its soul ( sole)." Hobler positively gulped down a whole highlo w, which was pulled up again by the boot- lace, a piece of which was fortunately hanging out of his tremendous bone- box, or mouth. THE CITY DUEL. This singular circumstance has created a most terrific sensation in the city, and we subjoin a few of the particulars. The moment it was an- nounced to Winchester that he was called out, he was seized with a shiver- ing fit that lasted an hour and a half. He had been getting a fourteen- penny blow- out at a small " Soup- house and dining- rooms," somewhere in the Poultry, and the uplifted fork, with the untasted tripe on its point, fell from his hand, while he literally swooned into a bason of pea- soup that was being eaten by a customer sitting in the same box with him. His agitation was so excessive, that he rushed out without thinking about his score, which was consequently left unpaid ; and there is a chalk up to that effect now in the bar of the soup- house alluded to,— an item that the cor- poration ought to settle, as it seems so devilish tenacious of the honour of its chief magistrate. When Winchester got home, he fainted into his wife's arms, but he was happily restored by the application of a severe FIGARO IN supply of combustibles smack under the left nostril. On coming to, and an explanation being demanded by the whole family at once, he gave a vague shriek, and could only reply, " I'm called out— I'm called out— out — out.'' " Well, upon my soul," said Queen Winchester to her eldest boy, a dirty- faced cherub of at least eighteen; " upon my soul," shecontinued, " considering your father is called out, he comes fin precious quickly."— However, on its being known that he was expected to go and fight, the family was satisfied, for they said, one and all, " If father fights, I'm blessed, any how." Directly it was known that he was called upon to fight in his character as a gentleman, it was allowed there could be no fight at all; " for," said they, " he has never yet appeared as a gentleman, and I'm blessed if he's going to make his debut at his time of life in that ere karacter." Everybody knows what has been the result of this warlike set out, and we shall therefore say nothing more on the subject. THE HOLEOEN HURRICANE. The late hurricane in Holborn is the subject of general conver- sation in all the small coffee- shops about that hemisphere, and the following letter was received at Thompson and Fearen's from the proprietor of a neighbouring apple- stall:— " High Holborn, Oct. 31. " About noon this day, I heard a squall on my right hand, echoed by a squall on the left, and turning sharply round I saw nothing but the wind, which of course I could not see. About five minutes after this, I had just served a gentleman with a ha'porth of specked pears, when his hair began to whistle in the wind, and his hat would certainly have been blown off, only he had no hat. His hair continued to whistle, and so distinctly, that I traced part of the overture to Masaniello in what it did whistle, which, with the bass accompaniment of a dustman's cart, passing at the time, had a very pleasing effect. So wonderful is old mother natur that she is musical even vilst she's terrifical. However, I took no notice of this, till suddenly I felt myself receive a severe blow in my right ear, when I looked round for somebody, and imme- diately my eyes lighted upon nobody. After this, I got another blow in my ear, and other blows ear and there all over my body, when, on turning round, I saw it was Boreas, whom of course I couldn't see. Having made up my mind it was a hurricane. I took out a large cable, which I carry about with me for a lash, and instantly made my apple- basket fast to a post. Having done this, I threw myself into the hands of Providence, and waiting quietly till the gale was over, reached St. Giles's in safetv about two hours afterwards. " ANTHONY FITZLOLLIBOY." We are happy to state the hurricane has passed off rather better than might have been expected, though of course it must in time have blown over. The following are a few of the accidents as copied from Thompson and Fearon's List, which is the Lloyd's List of that part of the metropolis :— A porter, bound for the City with a bedstead arrived off Thompson and Fearon's without the bed- stead.— An omnibus arrived off Furnival's Inn without the cad, supposed to have been blown away in the squall.— A turnpike- ticket was picked up in Great Turnstile, which confirmed his fate. BREVITIES. An Out- and- outer. It is said that the Duke of Wellington and Lord Lyndhurst are out- and- out Tories. We are glad to hear this, for out and out is what, in our opi- nion, the Tories ought to be. The Royal Classic. The Queen is said to have followed the Latin oration spoken to her at Oxford very closely. As the Latin is one of the dead languages, we think it rather disloyal to talk of her Majesty following it. A Good Hint. The papers say that St. James's Palace is undergoing a thorough repair, both inside and out. We are happy to hear of this, and trust that the re- form will be extended to the inmates. LONDON. 179 THEATRICALS. Drury Lane on Thursday last was the scene ^ of a proceeding on which we have to congratulate, not the management only, but the country at large, which has had a lustre shed upon its hitherto very humble musical name, by the production of a perfect native opera. Poor Arnold positively had the refusal of this production, which would inevitably have secured to him a most profitable season, but actually preferring the entertainment of ducks and drakes, he nejlected this golden opportunity, and has now only to bewail the consequence. However, Bunn, taking advantage of his brother manager's neglect, pounced eagerly upon the opera, which was produced on Thursday last, and experienced a reception fully to justify all the san- guine hopes that had been entertained of it. It is a work that will be the commencement, we hope, of a series of real English operas. It is a fatal blow to the Cookes, the Bishops, the Lees, the Rodwells, the Blewitts, and even the Barnetts ; for even the Mountain Sylph, creditable as it was to the composer, falls very far below Balfe's opera. The audience hailed every part of it with the most enthusiastic plaudits ; and in fact, the English nation ought to be infinitely obliged to a man who could have redeemed the character of England, which has for some time past produced no native composer worth attending to. However, it is Balfe's musical education which he got in Italy, that has imbued him with the graces of the Italian school, and we only hope that the example of this apprecia'ion of Balfe's opera may inspire whatever genius of this kind may exist in England, to come forward, and follow up the vindication of our native character. Having poured forth our grand balsamic meed of unadulterated praise, we must now state that some of Balfe's passages are by no means original, but on the whole it is a grand work, and as such we hail it. The trash by Fitzball, is merely a doggrel version of a libretto called Chiara di Rosemberg, the name of an opera which we have heard in Italy, and which is precisely the same, as far as words, and situations, and number of pieces go, as Balfe's opera. The pistol duet in this opera, the music of which is by Eicci, is well known and much admired on the continent. But we lay no blame of plagiarism on Mr. Balfe. He has taken the same sub- ject as the Italian composer, and put it to other music, which, if inferior to that of the foreign Maestro, is infinitely superior to any thing ever yet done in England. As to the singing, it was, on the whole, very good ; though poor Wilson was sadly out of his element. He is a capital hand at giving effect to such bland little melodies as ' High diddle diddle,' and < What have you for dinner, dear Mrs. Bond ?' In these little domestic things Wilson is inimitable, but in Italian music he is, we repeat, quite out of his element. Templeton would have been a vast deal better. Phillips sang tolerably well, but his humour was as hearty as that of a hyena, who supposes ( poor beast) that it laughs because every body says so, but who feels no more merriment in his heart than a toad does in his stony lodgings. So Phillips, we suppose, thought himself funny, because he giggled and looked stupid, but, if the truth were known, we should say his heart was almost as buoyant as a leaden bullet in a tea- cup full of milk and water. It was sorry work, in truth, and his flirtation with Miss Ilealey would have been better behind the curtain, than poked smack into the face under ths very nose, and before the very eyes of the audience. The lady, encou- raged by the presence of her instructor, played with more spirit than usual, aud if her success in being funny had equalled her intention to be so, the performance would have been oue of the most facetious things possible. Miss Shirreff and Giubelei are entitled to sincere praise, and we willingly award it to them. Seguin's melodious double G came in with immense effect, and he tried once to get down to J flat, and was up again at T sharp, in an instant. On the whole, the opera went off triumphantly, and the house hailed it with proper enthusiasm. Notwithstanding all this puff, in which we have been so joyously in- dulging, Drury Lane, we regret to say, is going to the dogs ; being so beggared by the cheap and nasty system of Covent Garden, that the houses are dismal in the extreme ; the order of the day being orders for the night, and nothing but orders. In fact, it is not uulikely that Bunn will have to go out of the concern, and the Committee will carry it on themselves at a reduced scale of salaries. We are sorry that Bunn should have expired in 1 his effort to keep it up, but as he cannot keep it up, why, we suppose lie 214 FIGARO IN LONDON. must go down, and there's an end of him. The grand question is what's to become of the curricle, the claret coat, the new kid gloves, and all the ' pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious management'— farewell, ' Bunn's occupation's gone.' Covent Garden has gone smack into its expected career of blackguard- ism. ' Jonathan Bradford' has been produced in all the pride of its original vulgarity. This ought to be the last kick that the concern requires— for the insolence of insulting the public in this way deserves the strongest odium. The twaddle about nutmegs and neat gin was bad enough at the Surrey ; it was horrible enough there to be told that God would punish the warmints of willainy, it was dreadful enough in St. George's Fields to be informed that heaven would sarve out the vicked; but to get all this at Covent Garden, is a climax of filth for which we were not prepared, even by the announcement of Osbaldiston as the manager. Covent Garden we cannot say is drawing in more than one sense— the performers draw an audience, and the audience draws porter every two minutes, which it gulps down with a savage velocity that startles the stray man of respect- ability who may have ventured by chance within the now unhallowed precincts of the polluted building. " What is to come next ?'• is a question nobody dares answer. The only hope is, that Providence will interfere and save the theatrical profession from the ruin that now seems to threaten it. As to the English Opera, that seems to have been turned into a sort of chapel of ease for Bedlam, a sort of junior branch of that splendid establishment which rejoices in a large collection of lunatics. Arnold having gone stark mad, has brought down his prices to the Surrey grade, and we understand that if this don't answer, he contemplates letting people into the pit at twopence a cart load— the dress- boxes will be estimated at two shillings for any omnibus load, and the gallery is to be filled at a halfpenny a hundred. How all this will end, God^ and Arnold only can tell. We can't— and therefore our readers must be content to remain in the most harassing ignorance. The Adelphi is going down the Hill as fast as a nursery- maid at Green- wich fair, but the upset, when it does come, will be rather more terrific than the fine we have just compared it to. Young Mathews, not knowing what the devil to be at, has been playing ' Jonathan Bradford,' and he might as well have stuck on the outside of his doors, " No Admittance"— As if any body would ever have thought of going— the idea is so funny, that we wonder the farces at this house have not been singularly suc- cessful. The Surrey is, we believe, doing wonders, and if we are to believe the bills, the house is full before the doors have had decent time allowed them for opening. Bills, and especially play bills, are allowed a little latitude in the way of over drawing, but the Surrey affiche requires a little nutri- tious noticing. Mr. Davidge calls attention to his house being the warm- est in London, while it is but the other day all the managers were quarrel- ing about whose was the coolest establishment. We believe that Davidge congratulates himself upon being at oven heat; and, in fact, persons who enter his gallery quite pale, leave it after the performance with a delicate cast of dark- brown over their features, evidently the result of a semi- cooking atmosphere. But the greatest absurdity in the bill, is the para- graph requesting carriages to take up with horses heads towards either the Bench or Bedlam. Davidge ought to know that however politely dis- posed a carriage might be if it could speak, yet it is quite out of the question to expect one to move without the horses or tbe will of the driver, and that he might bow and scrape for a couple of hours to a landau or cab before he could get it to stir one peg from its position. We trust, after this, he will give up requesting carriages. TO CORRESPONDENTS. We have seen the Political Almanack for 1836. It is full of useful information, and contains some of Seymour's Sketches, making it worth all the money that is charged for it. 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