. Punch . l brass—unjust barrister ! Mr. Wakley further observed— If it be notorious that barristers treat with contempt, and almost with scorn, thejudgment and opinions of the gentlemen whom they address, is it not right—does notcommon sense demand—that you shnuld place some person upon the tribunal who wouldhave some control over them, and be able to keep their speeches within the pale ofreason ? We think we espy a partial remedy. We would have Mb. Grant-ley Berkeley as chairman of one of these committees. When thebarrister was about to go too far, he would be pulled up by therecollection of
. Punch . l brass—unjust barrister ! Mr. Wakley further observed— If it be notorious that barristers treat with contempt, and almost with scorn, thejudgment and opinions of the gentlemen whom they address, is it not right—does notcommon sense demand—that you shnuld place some person upon the tribunal who wouldhave some control over them, and be able to keep their speeches within the pale ofreason ? We think we espy a partial remedy. We would have Mb. Grant-ley Berkeley as chairman of one of these committees. When thebarrister was about to go too far, he would be pulled up by therecollection of that gentlemans powerful argument in the way of apunch on the head. To be sure, it may be said that Mr. Berkeleycannot take the chair at all the committees. Nevertheless, wantingthe great discoverer of the prime virtue of a punch properlydelivered, the committee might have in attendance Tom Spring, theTitton Slasher, and other practical logicians, to meet the argu-ments of the ferocious PUNCHS LIBRETTO ACT I. Scene I. is the bed-room of King Danaus, which is as bare offurniture as the rooms of stage monarchs usually are. The King isdiscovered asleep, with all his clothes on, and he is kicking up hislegs very furiously, in order to disperse a horrid dream. Nemesisrises in pasteboard, and points to an inscription arranged by a trans-parency lighted with a jet of gas, informing him that a son-in-lawwill deprive him of his crown and life. By the way he appears tohave gone to bed with his crown on, preferring it no doubt to anordinary night-cap. He runs frantically about the stage from O. P. S., the movement being expressive of his alternation betweenrage and fear—rage whirling him towards the prompters box, andfear driving him in the direction of the stage-door. At length he holds up his clenched fist, andgrins horribly, in order to expresshis intention to get his fifty sons-in-law killed off hand by his fiftydaughters. Euricles, a slave in askin of blac
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