G. Elliot Anstruther " A LGOL'S " death has taken from /-% Punch a pseudonym that will be missed. Pen-names in that weekly have not put very many disguisings into the pictorial side; but among the writers there have been a host of them, and it Is tribute to fame that the identity of "Evoe," " Dum Dum," and some others has become almost as well known to the public at large as to Mr Punch's own board. In the case of Cyril Bretherton, " Algol's " secret was not so widely out; but all may know it now, and mourn the sudden end of a gifted and versatile commentator on men and things.
If London's Charivari ever needed to atone for an attitude of mind which long ago drove " Dicky " Doyle from its threshold as one wounded in his Catholic consciousness, that atonement has since been generously made. An article written some years since, on " The Papists of Punch," is already sadly out of date by insufficiency.
When the first hundred years' history is made, which will be about a couple of years hence, a centenary record may perhaps bring to mind once more such names as Burnand and a Beckett--three generations of h. Becketts have contributed to Punch's pages—Phil May, E. J. Wheeler, Cyril Bretherton, and others of the Household. As with the past, so with the present. Two old Stonyhuret men, Sir Bernard Parbridge and Joseph Thorp, have long worked on the staff. Brian Robb has drawn for Punch. We look for and find, from time to time, the art of Thomas Derrick; and has not Helen Parry Eden been far from the least of Mr Punch's company of Learned Clerks?
When Thames Mourned
C YON Abbey's community of nuns at
South Brent will to-morrow cast their minds back to a happening by Thames-side just 400 years ago. Let us read of that event in Wriothesley's Chronicle: " A.D. 1539. The 25 dale of November the house of Syon was suppressed into the Kluges handes, and the ladies and brethren putt out, which was the vertues house of religion that was in England, the landes and goodes to the Hinges use."
What happened afterwards is well known. Syon Resurgent—No; for the foundation never failed: rather do we hail Syon Undying.
Pauline to the Rescue
.riT was a not entirely playful etitoral, in Tuesdays Times, which poured scorn upon the nalfpenny, for many do, indeed, despise that coin. "A single halfpenny is as futile and as tantalising as a single boot"; " we are so glad to be rid of the nasty little things "; and there was even the mild profanity, in quotation marks, of Mr Mantalini's view: " the halfpenny be dem'd." As to all that, this column's suggestion is that we should not mind Mr Mantalini but concentrate on Pauline Jaricot, To the French girl the halfpenny presented itself as a unit of vast potentialities. She thought of the humble sou in the spirit of the reminder that " small sands. the mountain; moments make the year; and trifles, life." Pauline and her companions started gathering in halfpennies, gathering them in regularly, once a week. It was a worth-while harvest, the ultimate result being the Association for the Propagation of the Faith.
Here, then, is the solution of anybody's problem as to what to do with the odd and unwanted halfpenny. If Mgr. Telford—happy thought!—should send a periodical sack to Printing House Square, would the many young men in that vast establishment fill it for him with the " odious coins" accumulated in the interim? It would be an admirable way by which The Times might increase its influence for good and add to Britain's prestige overseas!
South-West by West
OGLE STREET will greatly miss its knightly rector on his departure for fresh fields and pastures new. More than a year ago the Rev. Ernest Hanifin, K.C.H.S., reached his majority in this West End parish, one in which rank and fashion were at one time wont to congregate. Ogle Street to-day is in a district far less residential than it was, the Church of St. Charles forming a dignified link with the time when famous singers were heard from its choir loft.
At St. Thomas's, Fulham, Fr. Hanifin will have a church going back to the days of the Vicars-Apostolic, for it was in 1847 that Bishop Griffiths, of the London District, Iaid the first stone.
AN article in a periodical reaching this newspaper's office lately casts a new light on the juxtaposition of "green and pleasant " in Blake's oftquoted line. A young lady, it appears, who had moved into a newly-purchased house, developed an irascible temper. She was suffering, poor thing, from mahogany, and the cure was a simple one : " a soft green was substituted, and the young lady's benignity and graciousness are said to have returned."
So much for Chromopathy; but why stop at that? These are days when Bibliopathy, also, should come into its own. Faced by rising prices, heavier taxation, and the likelihood of worse to come, John Citizen is more and more giving way to the thought that he is a poor fellow. A prescribed literary course ought soon to put him right. Brewster's Millions, Warren's Ten Thousand a Year, or the unspecified sums provided by Reade's Hard Cash o-. Lord Lytton's Money—any of these will be found to have enriching properties. In the same way there will be 000ks to avoid. The patient should be kept away from Poverty Corner; and on no account must he be allowed to see Hard Times!