Henry Cole, C.B.[34]
“We write in a state of great depression. Our readers will forgive us if we are not sprightly this week; there is a time for everything, and now with us it is the time for grieving. We have fallen under the displeasure of Mr. HENRY COLE, C.B.!!
Gentle Public pity us!
Oh! Henry Cole, C.B., deal gently with us.
Oh! creator of South Kensington; oh! author of Mumbo Jumbo, don’t be too hard on us.
We are sorry, and our heart is heavy within us. Oh! inexhaustible Cole, consume us not in thine ire!
What have we done that we should be smitten with thy fury? Did we ever insult thee by coupling thy name with high Art? Did we ever accuse thee of holding the interests of thy country higher than thine own? Listen while we praise thee.
Yes, we will now praise the great, the mighty, the gentle Cole. We will show him how deep, how sincere, is our love, our veneration, our worship, of Henry Cole, C.B.
Who is the very greatest architect of this age? Henry Cole, C.B. Who is the greatest painter of this age? Henry Cole, C.B. Who is the greatest military hero of this age? Henry Cole, C.B. Who is the greatest author of this age? Henry Cole, C.B. Who is the handsomest man of this age? Henry Cole, C.B. Who is the most immaculate statesman of this age? Henry Cole, C.B.
Oh! Henry Cole, C.B., will you forgive us now?”