Thursday, August 26, 2021

Magic Lantern Slides: Gulliver's Travels

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Gulliver's Travels - 1

Gulliver's Travels - 2

Gulliver's Travels - 3

Gulliver's Travels - 4

Gulliver's Travels - 5

Gulliver's Travels - 6

Gulliver's Travels - 7

Gulliver's Travels - 8

Gulliver's Travels - 9

Gulliver's Travels - 10

Gulliver's Travels - 11


Saturday, July 10, 2021

Magic Lantern Slides: London

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Little Street Flower Girl

Flower Sellers

Houses of Parliament

London Bridge 1660

Westminster From The River

Westminster Abbey West Front

Battersea Power Station At Night

Fountains In Trafalgar Square

View From Waterloo Bridge

Boadicea and Big Ben

Somerset House View From Thames

Embankment Cleopatra's Needle Shell-Mex

St. Paul's Cathedral

Tower Of London

Tower Bridge As Seen Under London Bridge

Piccadilly Circus

Greetings From London


Friday, June 18, 2021

Magic Lantern Slides: The Slaves of Drink

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(all of the text below is from a sheet which accompanied this set of slides)

 THE SLAVES OF DRINK. 

This picture represents a Committee formed by the Houses of Parliament to receive evidence for and against the granting of the Veto Bill to do away with the Drink Traffic. The picture to the right hand represents the various scenes as they pass before the Committee. In every one of these pictures the Committee always remains exactly the same; while in the cloud which intervenes between them from time to time are shown the different specimens of victims of Intemperance, giving evidence in favour of the passing of some Laws to prohibit the Sale of Drink. 


No. 1 - In the present one we have a representation of a Doctor about to perform a surgical operation on a man. He is a man who has held, and who still holds at the time of our story, a very high position in the Medical Profession. He has passed many years of an honourable life doing much to alleviate suffering and restore to health those who have been at the Gates of Death. He has often spent the whole of his nights in visiting his patients, and the greater part of his days in the same work. This has told very much upon him, and his nerves have at times been much strained. In order to keep up with the demand for his services, he has from time to time, for some three years past, been having recourse to stimulants. The quantity which was at first sufficient for him has had to be increased from to time ; and in the present instance, wearied out with his work, he has taken a much larger quantity than usual, with the consequence that he is not quite sensible of what he is doing. He makes a false slip, he bungles over the operation: caused entirely through the Drink which he has been imbibing, and the man dies. From that time, of course, his professional career is ruined. No allowance whatever is made by the public for the man who has rendered years of honourable service ; they only look upon the fact that he has at last been discovered a Victim of Drink, and they will no longer entrust either themselves or their friends to his care. 


No. 2. - He rapidly sinks from his high position, lower and lower, till he is reduced, as we see in the picture before us, to the very low calling of selling quack medicines in the street in the most squalid parts of London. 


No. 3. - A young Commercial Traveller just starting in life for a well-established city house, with every prospect of rising and making his way in the world. He has a good address, persuasive manners, and for a time obtains large orders from the houses on whom he calls. 


No. 4. - As is so usual with Commercials, he spends his evenings in the hotel commercial room with his fellow travellers, mostly playing cards, accompanied with the usual Liquid Refreshment. 


No. 5. - For a time this does not have any apparent effect upon him, but continuing year by year he eventually deteriorates in character, owing to the constant libations and the necessity (?) of treating customers in order to secure orders. The time comes when he is no longer a self-reliant man, and has to take a considerable number of drinks before he has the necessary persuasive powers (in his own estimation) to induce people to order. The natural result is that respectable houses soon get disgusted with the man whose appearance and talk is of such a horsey and slangy nature, and who’s bloated face shews that he is constantly addicted to Drink. A great many houses refuse to see him when he calls, and the majority of those with whom he does obtain an interview will not order, as they dislike to have such a man on the premises. 


No. 6. - Discharged from his employment he sinks lower and lower in the Social world, till he eventually becomes a Sandwich Man in the street, carrying boards bearing the appropriate title, "Theatre Royal, 'The Road to Ruin.'"


No. 7. - Here we have a very sad picture indeed. A young Girl going along on Crutches, crippled for life, having been struck in a Drunken Fit by her Father. As will be seen by the appearance of the Man himself, he is now quite sober and has been for many months, in fact ever since his Drunken Act caused his Girl to become a Cripple. He has given up Drink, but ever before his eyes he has the effects caused by his Intoxicated Habits, and constantly laments that there should be such things as Public Houses which were the cause of his ruin. 


No. 8. - Two Men driving home from the Races, both of them intoxicated. The horse, dashing along at a furious pace, knocks down a feeble old Gentleman, who is attempting to cross the road. He is run over and taken to the Hospital severely injured. The two Men, when brought up at the Police Court the next morning, state that they have not the slightest idea of what has taken place. They did not know that they had run over anybody, and the fact is that they were quite unconscious of what had occurred. Fined 40/-; while the victim is confined to the Hospital for two months. 


No. 9. - Here, perhaps, is one of the strongest pleas in support of the Veto Bill which could possibly be brought forward. In the Condemned Cell, under Sentence of Death, is a Man who in his time has been an excellent workman, earning good money, and at one period had a happy home, until from the daily glass of beer which he used to take along with his mates, it gradually increased in quantity, he taking also to spirituous liquors. His wife tried all she could to reclaim him, but in vain; he only seemed to get worse and worse, and one night going home after having spent the week's wages, his wife remonstrates with him, pointing out that there is no money to buy the children bread; and what they are to do for the coming week, except starve, she does not know. Maddened with Drink, he picks up one of the fire-irons and strikes her a violent blow, from the effects of which she dies. He is now about to pay the penalty of his act with his life. Speaking to the Minister in the Condemned Cell, he states the same as the men in No. 8 Picture - that he has not the slightest recollection of hitting his wife, who was very dear to him ; it was the Drink which led him to such an act, for which he is about to pay the extreme penalty of the law. 


No. 10. - A picture of a Woman ; no longer, perhaps, entitled to that name, since for some years she taken to Drink and lost all sense of womanhood. She has broken up her husband's home, pawned every movable piece of furniture, run into debt wherever possible, and since the constant craving obliges her (according to her account) to have Drink at any price, she is actually pawning the clothes off her child's back to satisfy her drunken cravings. 


No. 11. - Here we have the other side of the picture. The long array of Publicans with their wives and families demanding a hearing, expatiating on the wrongs which Parliament is about to endeavour to do them by ousting them out of their houses without compensation ; depriving them, according to their account, of the means of getting an honest living; demanding rights, which really are no rights whatever, since their licenses are only renewed from year to year and have a right to be cancelled at any time ; yet wishing to be paid fabulous sums of money if they are deprived of the means of ruining so many thousands of the inhabitants of the United Kingdom, filling our Workhouses, Lunatic Asylums, and Prisons through their Houses always being open to supply Drink to those who seem to have insufficient control over themselves to be able to pass by one of these brilliantly lighted Palaces. 


No. 12. - Our closing picture shows the long procession of Men, Women, and Children, the Victims of Drink. Many of them are not themselves Drunkards, but person who suffer from the effects of those near and dear to them who have given way to this fearful habit. Amongst the Procession may be seen wretched specimens of humanity on whom the Drink has such a fearful hold, that to go anywhere near a Public House and not to enter seems to them utterly impossible: to whom passing by the door of a refreshment bar is equivalent to going inside, since the very smell of the liquors seems to drag them with iron chains within the door. Many others who have again and again resolutely made up their minds that they will not again give way to the Habit of Drink, and as often as they make these promises, break them. And they ask to have it put out of their power to give way to this habit by the compulsory closing of Public Houses throughout the length and breadth of the land, or at least in those towns where there shall be a sufficient portion of the inhabitants to say that these Drink Shops in their district shall be done away with. There are Men and Women here asking what is the good of having a vote at all; if they are in favour of having these Public Houses closed, the vote yet avails not, and against their own will they have pressed upon them and ever placed before them, at every few yards, places which entice them to drink, and which they feel that of their own will they are not able to keep away from. This is a question which demands each day more and more a careful hearing and a fair but resolute answer, and it is hoped that before long the popular opinion of England may be sufficiently strong that the Legislators of this country shall pass into law that where there is a sufficient number of people in any town to say that these Drink Shops shall be done away with, that they shall have the means at their disposal to close these places which are such a terrible temptation and snare to so many.




Magic Lantern Slides: John Gilpin

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These slides illustrate the comic ballad "The Diverting History of John Gilpin Shewing how he went Farther than he intended, and came safe Home again" by William Cowper:

John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he
Of famous London town.

John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
"Though wedded we have been
These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen.


"To-morrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then repair
Unto 'The Bell' at Edmonton,
All in a chaise and pair.

"My sister and my sister's child,
Myself and children three,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
On horseback after we."

He soon replied, "I do admire
Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,
Therefore it shall be done.

"I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know,
And my good friend the Calender
Will lend his horse to go."

Quoth Mistress Gilpin, "That's well said;
And, for that wine is dear,
We will be furnished with our own,
Which is both bright and clear."

John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find
That though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.


The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
To drive up to the door, lest all
Should say that she was proud.

So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
Where they did all get in;
Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.

Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folk so glad;
The stones did rattle underneath
As if Cheapside were mad.

John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane,
And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;

For saddle-tree scarce reached had he,
His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw
Three customers come in.

So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
Would trouble him much more.


'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind.
When Betty, screaming, came down stairs,
"The wine is left behind!"


"Good lack!" quoth he; "yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword,
When I do exercise."

Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
Had two stone bottles found,
To hold the liquor that she loved,
And keep it safe and sound.

Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew,
And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true.

Then over all, that he might be
Equipped from top to toe,
His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
He manfully did throw.

Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
Full slowly pacing o'er the stones
With caution and good heed!


But, finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well-shod feet,
The snorting beast began to trot,
Which galled him in his seat.

So, "Fair and softly," John he cried,
But John he cried in vain;
That trot became a gallop soon,
In spite of curb and rein.

So stooping down, as needs he must
Who cannot sit upright,
He grasped the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might.

His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got
Did wonder more and more.

Away went Gilpin, neck or naught;
Away went hat and wig;
He little dreamt, when he set out,
Of running such a rig.


The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay,
Till, loop and button failing both,
At last it flew away.

Then might all people well discern
The bottles he had slung;
A bottle swinging at each side,
As hath been said or sung.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed,
Up flew the windows all;
And every soul cried out, "Well done!"
As loud as he could bawl.

Away went Gilpin--who but he?
His fame soon spread around--
He carries weight! he rides a race!
'Tis for a thousand pound!

And still, as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view
How in a trice the turnpike men
Their gates wide open threw.

And now, as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back
Were shattered at a blow.


Down ran the wine into the road,
Most piteous to be seen,
Which made his horse's flanks to smoke
As they had basted been.

But still he seemed to carry weight,
With leathern girdle braced;
For all might see the bottle-necks
Still dangling at his waist.

Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,
And till he came unto the Wash
Of Edmonton so gay.

And there he threw the wash about
On both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop,
Or a wild goose at play.

At Edmonton, his loving wife
From the bal-cony spied
Her tender husband, wondering much
To see how he did ride.

"Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--here's the house!"
They all at once did cry;
"The dinner waits, and we are tired."
Said Gilpin, "So am I!"


But yet his horse was not a whit
Inclined to tarry there;
For why?--his owner had a house
Full ten miles off, at Ware.

So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong;
So did he fly--which brings me to
The middle of my song.

Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And sore against his will,
Till at his friend the Calender's
His horse at last stood still.

The Calender, amazed to see
His neighbour in such trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
And thus accosted him:--

"What news? what news? your tidings tell:
Tell me you must and shall--
Say why bareheaded you are come,
Or why you come at all."

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And loved a timely joke;
And thus unto the Calender
In merry guise he spoke:

"I came because your horse would come;
And if I well forebode,
My hat and wig will soon be here;
They are upon the road."

The Calender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin,
Returned him not a single word,
But to the house went in;

Whence straight he came with hat and wig,
A wig that flowed behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,
Each comely in its kind.

He held them up, and, in his turn,
Thus showed his ready wit,--
"My head is twice as big as yours;
They therefore needs must fit.

"But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you may
Be in a hungry case."

Says John, "It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton,
And I should dine at Ware."

So turning to his horse, he said,
"I am in haste to dine;
'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
You shall go back for mine."

Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear;
For while he spake, a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear;


Whereat his horse did snort as he
Had heard a lion roar,
And galloped off with all his might,
As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig;
He lost them sooner than at first,
For why?--they were too big.

Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down
Into the country far away,
She pulled out half-a-crown.

And thus unto the youth she said,
That drove them to "The Bell,"
"This shall be yours when you bring back
My husband safe and well."

The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain,
Whom in a trice he tried to stop
By catching at his rein;


But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
The frighted steed he frighted more,
And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels,
The postboy's horse right glad to miss
The lumbering of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scampering in the rear,
They raised the hue and cry:

"Stop thief! stop thief!--a highwayman!"
Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that passed that way
Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space,
The tollmen thinking, as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.


And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got up
He did again get down.

Now let us sing, "Long live the king,
And Gilpin, long live he;
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!"