Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, September 12, 1891
Seen the Cathedral. Grand. As I am not making notes for a Guide-book, shall say nothing about it. Don't mention it. I shan't. Much struck by the calm air of repose about Reims. So silent is it, that DAUBINET's irrepressible singing in the solemn court-yard of the Hotel comes quite as a relief. It is an evidence of life. This Hotel's exceptional quietude suggests the idea of its being conducted like a prison on the silent system, with, of course, dumbwaiters to assist in the peculiarly clean and tidy salle à manger .
Petzikoff! Blass the Prince of WAILES! sings out DAUBINET, whose Mark-Tapley -like spirits would probably be only exhilarated by a lonely night in the Catacombs. Then he shakes hands with me violently. In France he insists upon shaking hands on every possible occasion with anybody, in order to convey to his own countrymen the idea of what a thorough Briton he is.
Vous avez eu votre café? Eh bien alors—allons! pour passer chez mon ami VESQUIER, says DAUBINET, at the same time signalling a meandering fly-driver who, having pulled up near the Cathedral, is sitting lazily on his box perusing a newspaper. He looks up, catches sight of DAUBINET, nods, folds up the paper, sits on it, gives the reins one shake to wake up the horse, and another, with a crack of his whip, to set the sleepy animal in motion, and, the animal being partially roused, he drives across the street to us. DAUBINET directs him, and on we go, lumbering and rattling through the town, meeting only one other voiture , whose driver appears infinitely amused at his friend having obtained a fare. Some chaff passes between them, which to me is unintelligible, and which DAUBINET professes not to catch, but I fancy, whatever it is, it is not highly complimentary to our cocher's fares. In one quarter through which we drive, they are setting up the booths and roundabouts for a Fair.
They can't do much business here, I observe to my companion.
Immense! he replies.— But there's no one about.
Various
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Vol. 101.
September 12, 1891.
SOME CIRCULAR NOTES.
CHAPTER IV.
THE TWO WINDS.
SIGNS OF BREEDING.
MORE MESSAGES FROM THE MAHATMA.
THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.
No. VI.
A "KNOT"ICAL STORY OF DRURY LANE.
CRICKETANA. YOUNG LADIES V. BOYS.
"NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH."
MANY HAPPY RETURNS!
"NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH."
ROBERT'S ROMANCE.
THE MYSTERY OF MAY FARE.
WHERE ARE OUR DAIRYMAIDS?
A SONG OF VANISHED SUMMER.
THE GUZZLING CURE.
ANNALS OF A WATERING-PLACE
THAT "HAS SEEN ITS DAY."
IGNORANT BLISS.
STORICULES.
III.—THE DEAR OLD LADY.
TO A TOO-ENGAGING MAIDEN.