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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, May 31, 1890

Author: Various

Editor: Sir Francis Burnand

Release Date: July 28, 2010 [EBook #33281]

Language: English

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI

VOLUME 98, MAY 31ST 1890

edited by Sir Francis Burnand

VOCES POPULI.

IN THE MALL ON DRAWING-ROOM DAY.

_The line of carriages bound for Buckingham Palace is moving
by slow stages down the Drive. A curious but not uncritical
crowd, consisting largely of females, peer into the carriages
as they pass, and derive an occult pleasure from a glimpse of
a satin train and a bouquet. Other spectators circulate behind
them, roving from carriage to carriage, straining and staring
in at the occupants with the childlike interest of South Sea
Islanders. The coachmen and footmen gaze impassively before
them, ignoring the crowd to the best of their ability. The
ladies in the carriages bear the ordeal of popular inspection
with either haughty resignation, elaborate unconsciousness, or
amused tolerance, and it is difficult to say which demeanour
provokes the greatest resentment in the democratic breast._

_Chorus of Female Spectators._ We shall see better here than what we
did last Droring-Room. Law, 'ow it _did_ come down, too, pouring the
'ole day. I was that sorry for the poor 'orses!... Oh, that one
_was_ nice, MARIRE! Did you see 'er train?--all flame-coloured
satting--_lovely_! Ain't them flowers beautiful? Oh, LIZA, _'ere's_ a
pore skinny-lookin' thing coming next--look at 'er pore dear arms, all
bare! But dressed 'andsome enough.... That's a Gineral in there, see?
He's 'olding his cocked 'at on his knee to save the feathers--him and
her have been 'aving words, apparently ... Oh, I _do_ like this one.
I s'pose that's her Mother with her--well, yes, o' course it _may_ be
her Aun