SOMETHING LIKE EDUCATION.

HEY have in Germany what are called real-schulen. Mr. Punch is a Teutonic scholar, but for the moment he insists on translating this "real schools"-a thing we have not had much of in this country, as yet. It is with immense satisfaction that we learn from the Literary Gazette that, at last, a real-school for girls has been opened in London.

It is not to teach fine-work nor plain-work-neither crochet nor Berlin wool-still less reading, writing, or arithmetic; nor accomplishments, nor geography, nor the use of the globes. Of all these things we have enough. But this real-school," par excellence, is about to teach something which every poor girl ought to have at her finger-ends, and which not one poor girl in a hundredor rich girl either, for the matter of that-knows anything more about than an Ojibbeway or a Hottentot. This school is to teach cookery-that master-art of every-day life, which comprises all the rest, and enters into domestic existence by more doors than any other acquired knowledge a woman can possess:

"Among those who have taken it up" (the Literary Gazette informs us) "are the COUNTESS OF RIPON, LADY COLBROOKE, MRS. ARCHIBALD TAIT, (the wife of the excellent BISHOP OF LONDON,) LADY LAURA PALMER, LADY BRIDGES, and MRS. C. M. LUSHINGTON. The object of this school is to teach correct principles of cookery and household economy, Girls are received as boarders at a fixed charge and instruction is given to daily pupils. Ladies becoming subscribers may send their cooks for lessons. Cookery for the sick is especially attended to. We ought to have schools like this (which is situated at No. 90, Albany Street, Regent's Park) in every district of the Metropolis, more especially in the poorer and less cultivated portions."

Amen, we say to our contemporary. We cannot conceive any more thoroughly episcopalian employment for a Bishop's wife than presiding over a school of cookery. Bishops have been accused of too great a fondness for the flesh-pots; but this is the last thing to be quarrelled with, so long as the flesh-pots of their affection are those which boil on the poor man's fire, and which are now, for lack of common cooking knowledge, costly when they ought to be cheap, wasteful when they should be thrifty, and untempting and innutritious when they might so easily be savoury and satisfying.

If the man who makes two blades of grass grow where one grew before be a public benefactor, what is the woman who, day after day, makes the poor man's one shilling go as far as two, and one pound of beef do the work of twice the quantity? Not that the work of this school should stop short with the poor man's wife. Of a surety, the need extends much higher; witness the abominable plain cookery, waste, and wearisome monotony, if not slatternliness, of nine out of every ten middle-class dinner-tables; the impossibility of meeting with a well-boiled potato; the pressure of that "domestic institution," cold mutton; the more ambitious misery of the second-class dinnerparty, with its costly yet hollow impostures of pastrycook's madedishes and attendant greengrocers.

These ladies are indeed public benefactresses. We would say to all our male philanthropists,-who are just now so eagerly setting up fountains to supply the public with a glass of cold water, and nothing to it,-"Go ye, and do likewise." Set up a school of cookery by the side of every fountain, and you will strengthen one great mainstay of domestic comfort, while you contribute the pellucid but unexhilarating tipple of the Temperance Society.

If "the Battle of the Constitution must be fought in the Registration Courts," the battle of home comfort must very often be fought in the kitchen. Too frequently the young wife succumbs in the unequal contest with the cook, if she be rich,-with the victuals, if she be poor. A well-known proverb informs us of the channel through which we have hitherto been furnished with cooks. Let us hail, in the establishment of the Albany Street Cooking School, the opening of a pleasanter source of supply of these great agents of domestic amelioration.

Mr. Punch may claim some share of the credit of this movement, as of most movements to anything good. He has long urged the importance of founding such schools as this; and one of his loudest "Groans!

from the social treadmill," some time since, was at the lack of means for teaching and training women of all classes in sound principles of cookery.

May the new school flourish, and its cooks (however numerous) never spoil the broth!

PRESENTATIONS AT COURT.

THE persons named in the following list write to Mr. Punch clamouring about the non-insertion of their names by the Court Newsman in his report of the last Levee. Mr. Punch really cannot be always supplying the omissions of the Court Circular, but as it appears to him that most of the persons about to be mentioned have as much claim to get their names paraded before the public as a good many of those who have been immortalised, he will for once make a sacrifice of invaluable space.

Mr. Jones, on having had his corns cut, by Professor Bunyan.
Mr. Robinson, on being divorced, by Sir C. Cresswell.

Mr. Brown, on moving from Goodge Street, Tottenham Court Road, to Essex Street, Strand, by Mr. Smith.

Mr. Wobbleton, on his little boy being breeched, by Mr. Taylor. Mr. Phaggs, on getting a rise of £5 in his salary at the Bank, by Mr. Abraham Newland.

Mrs. Lilliwigg, on having been churched, by the Hon. Mrs. Trotter. Miss Amelia Lilliwigg, on having been jilted by Cornet Blackboy, by her mother.

Mr. De Hopkins, on going through the Insolvent Court, by Captain Whitewash.

Mr. Pipples, on the death of his mother-in-law, by Major Bruin. Mr. Gamm Boodge, on having his picture rejected at the Academy, by Mr. Indigo Jones.

Mr. Scattercash, on his being plucked, by the Rev. Dr. Gammer. Miss Louisa Wiggle, on having her ears pierced, by her mother. Mrs. Naggs, on obtaining a separate maintenance, by her mother, Mrs. Jorr. Mr. Clyfaker, on receiving his ticket-of-leave, by Mr. Duffer. Mr. Snipp, on conforming to the Hebrew faith, by the Rev. Rabbi Adler. Flounderby, on being picked out of the Serpentine, by Lieut. Prodd, R.H.S. Miss Rose Walker, on being engaged, by her aunt, Mrs. Junction. Mrs. B. Whicht, on her husband's going to South Australia, by Mrs. Bolter. Mrs. Stuckupper, on setting up a brougham, by the Hon. Mrs. Slapp.

Mr. Hatchment, on the purchase of a family vault, by the Rey. Grimm Shudderby.

Mr. Charles Splashboard, on outrunning the constable, by Mr. Dunne.

Miss Mary Coddlington, on leaving school, by her mother. Mr. Mopps, on having had his hair cut, by M. Isidore Dandriffe. Mr. McIndenture, on being articled to an attorney, by Mr. Feoffment.

Mr. James Twitcher, on drawing his first patient's wrong tooth, by Mr. Karious.

Mrs. Krape, on being left a widow, by Mrs. Howler Grigg. Mr. Twaddle, on being elected to the Dawdle Club, by Mr. Maunders. Mrs. Screwington, on letting ner house at Ball's Pond, by Mrs. Crimply.

Mrs. Glarer, on having been photographed, by Mrs. Iodine Smells. Mrs. Careless, on having had her pocket picked in an omnibus, by Lady Flabby. Mr. Squintum, on being couched for cataract, by Dr. Niagara Film, U.S. Mr. Cox, on losing his seat for Finsbury, by Sir S. M. Peto. Mr. Pouter-Pigeon, on being married, by his father, Mr. Fantail Pigeon.

Pouter-Pigeon, on being married, by her mother, Mrs. Carrier Dove. Mr. Stumbler, on breaking his leg, by Mr. Splint.

Mr. Decimalls, on publishing a new edition of the Ready Reckoner, by Mr. V. Phractions.

Mrs. Rhododendron, on having some coloured glass put into her conservatory at Peckham Rye, by Mrs. Chinaster.

paid to the Ineligible Life Office) by Mr. Touter. Mr. Pesterbody on receiving his Commission (on two premiums

Mr. Glump, on having made his will, by Mr. Probate.

Mrs. Albert Bustlington on having had the carpets taken up, the paint scrubbed, and the house thoroughly cleansed, by Mrs. Scrimmage. Mrs. Spayre Rodde, on Master Pickle Rodde being expelled from school, by Mrs. Spoyle Chylde.

Mr. Peter Snout, on his nose bleeding, by Mr. Colde Key,

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.-MAY 28, 1859.

BABES IN THE WOOD.