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66 NOTHING TO EAT!" OR THE LADY'S REVENGE.

A SATIRICAL creature has told the distress,

Of a certain fair maid, in the matter of dress; How, although a new bonnet she'd daily bespeak, And buy at the least four new dresses a week, Yet whene'er she went out she was heard to declare, That she really and truly had "Nothing to Wear!" Now another sad story I fain would reveal,

Of the wants which rich people so bitterly feel; Not the ladies alone, if of truth there's locution, But the gentlemen too are in dire destitution; A piteous complaint in all quarters we meet, That the lords of creation have "Nothing to Eat!" 'Tis now scarce a month since that sorrowful day, When SIR JULIAN DAINTYE, of Asterisk Street, Was heard by the wife of his bosom to say,

That, although he had dined, he'd had "Nothing to Eat!"
"Nothing to Eat? why, there stood just before you,
Of mutton a haunch, in the primest of cut:
Had been hanging a fortnight-it had, I assure you,
And cook took such pains"-but my mouth here was shut;
JULIAN turned up his nose, as much as to say,

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So I ventured again: "There was boiled fowl by me". "Boiled fowl! ugh!" (a shudder afflicting to see:) "Well, at least the first course to your notice had claims, That clear soup "Was muddy and thick as the Thames!" "Noble cod's head and shoulders "- Looked fishy and queer;' "And such smelts!"- "Out of season at this time of year."

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Well, the side-dishes then: the sweet-breads"- "Weren't sweet:

"Oyster páté, home made "-" That I never can eat!"
"Stewed pigeon"-"A libel to call it a stew;"
"Calf's head Looked and tasted extremely like glue!"
"On that jugged hare a prince might have dined, I declare"
"But one's not a chameleon: can't live upon hare!"
"Then the cutlets"-"Too cold"-" And the curry"-"Too
hot,"

"And the dainties which followed, the souffle"-" The what?"
"Call that mess a soufflé!"-" Well, the sweets were divine,
Fit for gods!"-" But not men: may suit nectar: spoil wine:
And as fellows who're mortal can't live without grub,
And I've had no dinner, I'll-sup at the Club."
Away went my half-starving husband with this,
(And without going through e'en the form of a kiss!)
-Left alone: all my wifely attentions rejected:
On the Wrongs of poor Woman I sadly reflected.
I had taken such pains to have everything nice,
Had ordered such dainties, regardless of price,
Yet our last guest has scarcely set foot in the street,
When my JULIAN bursts out-"I've had Nothing to Eat!"
Pursuing the theme, (on the fender my toes,

And a tear trickling over the bridge of my nose,)
I thought-If a wife in our "Upper Ten" sphere

Were allowed (say) a trifling Five Thousand a Year
For housekeeping, and spent every penny upon it,,

And ne'er put down as Poultry" some "duck" of a bonnet,
Don't you think she'd be troubled to make both ends meet,
If her husband were one who finds "Nothing to Eat?"
Well, since that fatal night, (I need scarcely relate
When my JULIAN returned he was in such a state!
Nor need I say here how those vile Clubs I hate,
For they smell so of smoke, and they sit up so late!)
Since that fatal night, the most saddening statistics
I have gleaned of the Want in the well-to-do districts:
And by patient enquire of their wives I have found
That alas! starving husbands in London abound:
That our homeless Poor suffer in quite a low pitch,
Compared to the pangs of our Dinnerless Rich:

Those poor creatures who lately have filled the Times' sheet With their pitiful stories of "Nothing to Eat."

MORAL.

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Now, Ladies! Wives! Sisters! for Vengeance prepare!
To a woman, we all know, the last word is sweet;
When they twit us for saying we've "Nothing to Wear,"
We'll reply, "And, poor fellows! you've NOTHING TO EAT!"

"MR. PUNCH,

JEZEBEL REDIVIVA.

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ON Wednesday night last week, M. FOULD, Ministre d'Etat, and MADAME FOULD, received,' according to the Paris Correspondent of the Morning Post, at their apartments at the Tuileries, the fashionable world of Paris en costume. That is to say, they gave the fiddlefaddle part of Parisian Society a masked ball. The Post's corresponden: then proceeds to describe the scene of depraved love of approbation dancing-mad. Try if you can gulp the ensuing dose of his nauseating narrative :

"The majority of ladies who did not assume any foreign national dress, availed themselves of the French latter LOUIS periods of powder, paint, and patch. Many might have been the originals of those old enamel miniatures, now so much sought after, where you get masses of powdered hair dotted with gems, pink cheeks, deep red lips, and that dead white complexion which you do not care to meet in the truthtelling light of the day."

"Of this bedaubed, beplastered, befloured, bepainted, female Clown's ridiculous and horrid style of visage, the following opinion is added to the above description:

"And yet it is a pretty, great-lady style of toilette. The eye looks brighter framed about with powder, the skin more pearly pure; and women under such circumstances doubtless may keep up an appearance of youth even when they have a son old enough to ask for a latch-key."

"Is not the eye, Mr. Punch, the window of the soul, and does not all its proper brightness consist in the spiritual light which shines through its transparency? A frame of powder surely cannot heighten that light. The light which it does heighten is simply light reflected from gas or tapers: the light as of glass, glassy, and such is the glitter of the soulless eye of a patched, varnished, whitened, vermilioned

woman.

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Any lady who has a son old enough to want a latch-key will only render him ashamed of his mother, by making up her face like that of a zany. It is to worse than no purpose that a withered aged creature calks the seams of her creasy old face with composition, and ruddles her cheeks. Rouge and putty only serve to make the old hag look more haggish and hideous."

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Indeed, Mr. Punch, I am seriously afraid that we shall soon be really hag-ridden. See how all the foolish and ugly old fashions are reviving. Powder, paint, and masquerades, as we have seen, have arisen from the sepulchre, and are flaunting in the saloons of Pariswhere four or five more masked balls are arranged to come off in high places. Hoops, which we once imagined that HOGARTH had demolished for ever, have been restored. I suppose that the costume of the period may correspond to its moral inflation. Witchcraft-the mention whereof till lately was never made without a comment on the absurdity of the very idea of such a thing in the nineteenth century-has reappeared under the name of Spiritualism. Ladies actually profess to practise necromancy, and there are some whom you know, and I could name, that will perhaps, before long, mount steeple-crowned hats, and afford us an aerial spectacle of high-heeled Balmoral ancle-jacks, displayed by the medium of an intervening broomstick.

But, Mr. Punch, although we may be destined shortly to see some of the fair sex riding upon broomsticks, in the meantime, thank hoops and other extravagant fashions, we are not so liable to be bewitched by them as we were formerly. What is, perhaps, more conclusive, they do not bewitch young men in the way that their mothers did you and "AVUNCULUS."

"P.S. I can't sign myself Paterfamilias, and I don't envy anybody who can, if he has any milliner's bills to pay."

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Frame-Maker (who comes to measure STODGE's Academy pictures). "Now, I think it's a pity you don't let me have some o' these for my Winder, since you have no idea of the amount of Rubbish I can get rid of at times."

POKING AT THE BRITISH LION.

(From MR. BRIGHT's Organ.)

cracy wanted a new light upon several subjects. A meeting of the chemists and druggists of Little Holliwaggle, at which it was unanimously resolved, that if physical force should be needed, physical force should not be wanting; but that for the moment they should bottle their indignation, and watch the course of events. These are but a few of the gatherings which we have daily to notice, and we may add, that if the tyrants and slaves who call themselves a Government rely on their army and their police, they may find themselves mistaken. We have heard, but shall of course not expose the poor fellows to aristocratic vengeance by being more precise, that at the Albany Barracks the Bill, the Ministers, and Parliament generally, were denounced by a corporal in no measured terms of commination, and we know that several policemen have borrowed the Morning Star from the youths who tout for it at the omnibuses, and have been seen reading its articles with a satisfaction suppressed by habits of discipline, but none the less true and real. In a word, the DERBY Cabinet has brought in a Bill which will lay that hollow mockery, the Constitution, level with the ground or the intellects of the framers."

"CANNOT the Ministers see that they and their outrageous, aristocratic, revolutionary, and do-nothing Bill are alike doomed? The country is up, and in a storm of indignation. Enormous and enthusiastic meetings are being everywhere held, and the voice of the nation is speaking in no buttered thunder. Among the most important demonstrations which we have to-day to chronicle are the following:A meeting of the noble tailors of Tadcaster, where the measure was denounced in language worthy of the Roman orator, THUCYDIDES. A glowing address delivered in the school-room of the Independent Anabaptists at Scroffleton, and a petition signed by the pew-opener, teachers, and children. An eloquent debate in the Commercial Room at the Boiled Goose, Waddlington, where a resolution, couched in quaint but significant language, and carried by 11 to 3, declared the Bill to be a Rum Go. Petitions from the Islington Areopagites, in which those intelligent young men and their sweethearts (for even woman's gentleness is roused by tyranny) denounce the Bill in language that may be sueered at as extravagant, but which is based on intense indignation. A grand meeting of the vestrymen at Blobberby, at which the Mayor, (whom one day we hope to see in a reformed Parliament, if his bone-boiling pursuits will spare him to his country) aptly compared MR. DISRAELI to CORIOLANUS in chains before CÆSAR, envying the humble cottages of Britain. A torchlight meeting by the linkmen of Leeds, at which it was more than hinted that the aristo- tell you what she is.

THE DERBY REFORM BILL BRIEFLY JUDGED.

YOUR Bill is good, because it is so small:
(P'raps 'twould be better, were there none at all.)

MIRROR FOR LADIES.-Show me a lady's toilette-table, and I will

FLOWERS OF VESTRYDOM.

HERE was a Meeting the other night, in the Vestry Hall of St. Pancras, to consider LORD DERBY'S Reform Bill, and a Churchwarden was stuck in the Chair. The Members for Marylebone were ordered to be in attendance, and were; and there also came a batch of the Marylebone patriots, whose names the public have learned, as it will learn any name incessantly thrust before it. There was also a hall full of admirers of the batch, and all went on as vulgarly as could be desired. That people who have not the misfortune to be ratepayers of St. Pancras, may know the nature of those who are the dictators therein, Mr. Punch (with sincere apologies to the lady mentioned for helping to bring her name before the world), extracts a charming epigram launched at the wife of the CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER by one of the set, named T. Ross. Objecting to the Savings Bank clause in the Bill, he said:

"He would like to know how MR. DISRAELI would himself have fared in this particular had he not married that rich old woman. (Laughter and Cheers.) He questioned if he would have saved twopence. (Laughter and hear, hear.) He was nothing but a political adventurer, but it would not do this time. (Renewed cheering and laughter.y'

This argument against the Bill was received with the favour that might be expected. The insolent allusion to MRS. DISRAELI was rewarded with "cheering and laughter." That might be expected of the people who admire St. Pancras spouters. Insult to a lady is just the sort of illustrated logic they love. But there were two or three gentlemen present. SIR BENJAMIN HALL, who is a gentleman, and hopes to be a lord, was there. Why did he not tell the vulgarian Ross that there was no necessity for brutality? MR. EDWIN JAMES, who is not only a gentleman, but an honourable and learned gentleman, was there. Could he not have smashed Ross with one of the poetical quotations so telling on juries

"Come, you Ross,

Shut up, old hoss,"

or some such effusion? MR. WYLD, M.P., who sells maps (and very good ones), was there. Could he not have hinted to the fellow not to get into such low latitude. None of them interfered, however, and so we may charitably suppose sat humiliated at being obliged to make speeches and answer for their conduct before an audience that could accept as a political argument, a blackguard scoff at a man's private means, and an offensive sneer at an inoffensive lady. Mr. Punch is ready to go in for Manhood Suffrage, if it will take political power out of the hands of unmanly snobs, and MR. ERNEST JONES may call at No. 85, as soon as he likes, and swear Mr. P. to the Charter.

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"Tremendous" as it may be, we are not surprised to hear the Univers say this. It has so often tried to startle us with strange statements about England, that we always keep our nerves well strung up when we read it; and its comments upon other countries never can astonish us. We fancy we have now such perfect self-command, that we could bear a much more terrifying story without wincing. We should hardly feel astounded were the Univers to state, not only that the Roman States were "the property of ST. PETER," but that his title-deeds had lately been discovered in the Vatican, and that the faithful had received the Saint's permission to inspect them. Indeed, we really almost wonder this idea has not been acted on, if only for the sake of filling up the Papal purse. The faithful are getting tired of their stock Church exhibitions. The sight of bleeding statues has

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palled upon their palate. Winking pictures serve no longer to excite their veneration. The Papal showmen clearly are in want of taking novelties. Now, we think ST. PETER'S title-deeds are just the very things for them. The knowledge of the Univers, of course, is universal; but, the Univers excepted, nobody has knowledge of them. Let the Univers be paid for the disclosure of their hiding-place, and let the POPE proceed to advertise these interesting relics. When the faithful have forked out their utmost for the sight of them, and no more money can be drawn by them into the Papal pockets, it would be easy to get up 66 ANOTHER MOST MIRACULOUS DISCOVERY!" and to announce that His Holiness had found "ST. PETER'S OWN HANDWRITING!!" wherein was conferred the Pope's life-interest in the States. This might be be-postered in all the Romish Churches, as being an "ADDITIONAL ATTRACTION!!!" to the Show.

If the Roman States be still "the property of ST. PETER," it would almost seem to follow that ST. PETER can't be dead: and this reflection might give basis for a further imposition, and ST. PETER might himself bediscovered" by His Holiness, and be announced to act as showman in the show of his own deeds. Anyhow, we think that the POPE should have the benefit of the marvellous discovery which the Univers has made, and that ST. PETER'S title-deeds should be immediately looked up. They should be added to the "properties" of the Romish Church, and be used on all occasions requiring an enhancement of theatrical effect. Not being of the faithful, we have little faith in relics; but we should quite as readily place credence in the genuineness of ST. PETER'S Title-deeds as in ST. VITUS's Dress Hair Shirt, or ST. FILTHIUS's Great Toe Nail, or in any other of the holy curiosities which are now on view" in any of the Peepshows of the POPE.

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PROCEEDING along Oxford Street the other day in company with a little boy whom, in fulfilment of promise of a holiday, the onourable Member for Sheffield was taking to a missionary meeting, MR. ADFIELD'S heye fell on a hall-mat exposed for sale, and bearing the classical greeting "SALVE!" This, of course, MR. A. at first took for an English monosyllable, and justly remarked that it was a rum place to advertise salves and ointments on. But being set right by his little companion, who translated the word into "Hail!" the onorable Member immediately bought it as a present for a certain publicanconstituent, who, MR. A. remarked, ought to hadvertise his Hale, it was so strong and good.

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Gentlemen's Fashions.

THE sleeve is fuller than ever. A little more, and the old gigot sleeve will be revived, with the simple difference that men will carry the gigots, instead of the women. LADY M. says that the "peg-tops are leaving the gentlemen's legs, and taking shelter under their arms.

THE LAWYER'S PETITION.

Not a woman within reach, and he unused to the rebellious ways of children! The crisis was alarming. At last, in his despair-for he had been doing a "ba-a-a-lamb" with very indifferent éclat-he hit "THE VACATION JUDGE.-Any person who has seen the Vacation Judge at work must be pained to see what he has to undergo; from morning till two o'clock, or upon the following bright expedient:-"Now, MASTER JACKEY," he thereabouts, he hears summons not attended by counsel; some of the solicitors exclaimed glowingly, "we'll have a fine game! Let us play at and their clerks, who are then heard, may be competent to their duties, and aware bye-bye." So saying, he closed his eyes, and so did the child. Ten but however they may assist the judge, their numbers are legion, and some of noitre: the trick had answered, almost beyond his hopes. The child of the proper limits to which they may approach in propounding their difficulties; minutes afterwards, AVUNCULUS opened half an eye-lid to reconthem. bore him, and waste public time, with their ignorance, vulgarity, and importunity. Worse than all, we have many a time seen little office boys in jackets was fast asleep! He removed the young picture of innocence to the rushing into the room to ask for time to plead; two of these smail urchins are sofa, as tenderly as any mother; and UNCLE continued his newspaper said to have fought in the august presence of the late MR. JUSTICE WILLIAMS, who with the greatest comfort, until "MAMMA came home to release him witnessed the onset with calmness and resignation, remembering how he himself had battled for his clients in days long gone by. At two o'clock come the counsel from his difficulties. N.B. Remember: the best game to play with a and pleaders, too often forgetful of the trials the judge has undergone, and they playful child-when there is a great disparity of years between the frequently detain him to a late bour in intricate arguments.-Law Magazine." two playfellows-is "Bye-Bye."

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BLOATED ARISTOCRACY.

A Warning to Young Women.

A YOUNG Lady, dancing with a gentleman at an evening party, consisting chiefly of respectable mercantile people, informed him, with an evident desire to intimate that she considered herself a cut above her company, that she had a cousin in the Army! In the same spirit, apparently, as that evinced in this statement, a contemporary lately And thence till two in pur-published the following paragraph:gat'ry he sits;

Each day at ten his weary
toils begin,

While squabbling lawyers
with their ceaseless din
Deafen his ears, and stupify

his wits.

Of these, his torturers, are
haply some

Who to "my Lord" a
proper deference show;
Briefly to ask for his de-
cision come,

Quickly, this granted, from
his presence go.

But-and their name is
Legion-there are those
Who drop their H.'s at his Lordship's feet:
Call orders" horders," and speak through their nose,
In breath which beer and 'bacco have made sweet.

And some there are, importunate and loud,

Bears in their bearing, boreish in their speech,
Who with rude clamour round his table crowd,
And in egg-sucking fain my Lord would teach.

And worse fate yet! Small "fiends in shape of boys,"
With insolence of lawyer's office big,

Worry the Judge with childish chaff and noise,

And strip to fight before his very wig!

Then counsel come, and in his wearied ear

Their prosy pros and cons relentless pour :
Wrangle and jangle until night draws near,

Nor cease their speech e'en though they hear him snore.

From day to day, from weary week to week,
Tortured he sits, nor from his seat may budge;
Oh, let me then your sympathy bespeak,
Pity the griefs of the Vacation Judge!

A HINT TO DISTRESSED UNCLES.

"WHITTINGTON CLUB.-A ball was given on Tuesday evening, at the Whittington Club, by way of inaugurating the dining and refreshment department of the Institution. Whether in honour of the dining-room, or for the sake of the ball itself, there was a large attendance of dancers, and, from the general success of the enterbenefit the Club by inaugurating something else as soon as possible in the same manner. MR. SHURY'S band was in attendance, and played some two dozen quadrilles, polkas, waltzes, schottishes, redowas, varsovianas, cotillons, mazourkas, polka-mazourkas, and galops, in the course of the evening. A gay, and at the same time distinguished appearance was given to the ball-room, by the presence of a gentleman in a militia uniform."

tainment, it may be argued that the directors would please the subscribers, and

It is, however, quite a mistake to suppose that there is anything peculiarly snobbish in worshipping a militia-man as an officer and a swell: the snobbery simply consists in worshipping officers and swells. Officer-worship and swell-worship are equally snobbish, whether the idol is a militia subaltern, or a colonel of what is called the "crack" description of regiment. All due honour, nevertheless, to the brave, whether the regiment in which they serve be the Tower Hamlets or the Coldstream.

PUNCH'S ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

MARCH 7. Monday. The House of Lords paid a tribute to DR. JENNER, by getting up a vaccination debate, in which the value of JENNER'S system was earnestly proclaimed on all hands. Such is the course of the career of a real reformer. Sham ones are shouted for while they live, true ones receive homage when they are dust. Even Mr. Punch himself, far and away the greatest and wisest man who ever wrote, awaits his laurels, though millions profit by his teaching, and it was not until the other day that one of the ablest of the Judges of England, BARON BRAMWELL, referred, in his place upon the bench, to the immortal pages of Mr. Punch, and cited one of his dicta as a rule of conduct. Be not disheartened, therefore, worthy philosophers, priests, physicians, soldiers, scholars, artists, who humbly follow in the footsteps of Mr. Punch. Your reward will come some day. Wait for the waggon. In reference to this particular debate it may be mentioned, that there are still thousands of fools who neglect, or object to vaccination, and that the Government is wisely bent upon enforcing the practice.

MR. SPOONER gave a notice which was marked by true Spoonerian wisdom. He fixed a motion on the Maynooth question for the night appointed for the Second Reading of the Reform Bill. "Oh, wise old Spoon, how doth Punch honour thee!"

An Indian debate which followed was chiefly remarkable for a speech by MR. BRIGHT, in which he pictured the past, present, and future of India in colours so black that it would seem that he thinks India in almost as wretched a condition as England, crushed, mangled, and flattened by the Juggernaut car of a territorial aristocracy.

OUR good friend AVUNCULUS was entrusted with the care of a child for a couple of hours. He rode a cock-horse to Banbury Cross; he ran up the hill with JACK and JILL; he expatiated merrily on the agricultural distress of LITTLE BO-PEEP, who had lost all his sheep; and eat bread-and-butter an infinity of times with MASTER TOM TUCKER. Tuesday. Every Englishman who has ever been at school, that is to He played at coach-and-horses; he crowed, and grunted, and brayed say, about every man in England except Cox of Finsbury, must have with a fidelity worthy of HERR VON JOEL; and laid bare all his wealth been reminded, by this night's debate, of a couplet which British of nursery lore. His young charge was in ecstasies; it laughed, and youths, during their educational period, are wont to chant. Its orthoclapped its hands, and opened its eyes and ears eagerly for more. The graphy is exceptional, its politeness is questionable, but the spirit of success was undoubted; but alas! what was fun to the young child the song is one which it is highly desirable to cultivate: was fatigue to the elderly uncle: his strength and memory had alike come to an end, and there was still a big hour left for dandling and romping. Should he pause but for five minutes, he knew only too well The lines were not quoted in the grand debate which arose to-night in the fatality that would infallibly ensue. The child would certainly both Houses on the Charles-et-Georges question, and which some ory!-probably howl!-perhaps kick!-and then what was he to do? persons said was intended to damage and cripple the Ministry, by way

"Two skinny Frenchmen and one Portuguec,
One jolly Englishman 'll lick 'em all three."

of preparing it for a coup de grace on the Reform Bill (as blacklegs gave notice that on the motion for the Second Reading of the Reform who shoot pigeon-matches contrive to have the bird pinched as he is Bill, he should move that the proposed interference with the treebeing put into the trap, that he may not fly so fast), but the poetry would hold franchise was unjust " have been as pertinent as much that was said in the speeches. In the (MR. DISRAELI smiled, having a checkmate move in his head.) Lords the proceedings were these. In the Saturday Review of the " and that no readjustment of the franchise would be satisfactory that preceding week there was an extremely clever, and like most clever did not provide for a greater extension of the suffrage in cities and things, extremely unkind article directed against LORD MALMESBURY boroughs.' and his management of the French slaver question. This article LORD (MR. DISRAELI smiled no more.) WODEHOUSE, late our Plenipotentiary at St. Petersburg, recited, by way of a speech, and LORD DERBY deliberately told him that he had done so. A debate took place. LORD MALMESBURY defended himself as best he could, but the great strength of the Government that night was in the maiden speech of LORD KINGSDOWN (born 1793), a nobleman who used to be MR. PEMBERTON of the Chancery Bar, and who afterwards took the elegant and distinguished name of LEIGH. He is a first class lawyer, and a man of scrupulous conscientiousness, and when such a man risks his reputation, in a first speech, he is not likely to be very far wrong. It may be safe to assume, with LORD KINGSDOWN, that the Portuguese acted erroneously, and that England could not properly have done more than she did. The manner of her doing nothing, however, was about as bad as it could be, and a man of spirit is rather inclined to back his friend a little over-ardently, than to avail himself of the slightest error on his friend's part as an excuse for being ignobly quiescent. Especially is this the case when his friend is bullied by a much stronger party. LOUIS NAPOLEON bullied Portugal, who had not been, technically, quite regular in her acts, and it would have been more chivalrous in England to have given the bully a little defiant English, than to have been so very ready to tell Portugal to drop on her knees. The matter having been battled, the Petersburg Plenipo dropped it.

In the Commons (to which body MR. GLADSTONE returned to-night) MR. KINGLAKE brought up the same subject, and there was a night's fight. LORD JOHN RUSSELL, who meant more than he said, emphatically declared that the case was not one for Censure, but for comment. This was a hint to certain clever folks in Opposition. The debate was adjourned.

To-day came the welcome news that BARON POERIO, and the other victims liberated by KING BOMBA when he fancied that he was dying, and wanted to cheat another sulphureous sovereign (a friend of course), had induced the American captain to steer for this country, and had landed in Ireland. Everybody rejoiced, but it was left for MR. J. D. FITZGERALD, a tool of the Romish priests, whose pet the baffled BOMBA is, to ask in the House whether POERIO and his friends had murdered the Master of the vessel. So spiteful and vulgar a sneer might have been spared to brave and honourable men escaping from a ten years martyrdom. MR. BOWYER, M.P., CARDINAL WISEMAN'S lacquey, will perhaps suggest that the exiles be given up to the excellent BOMBA.

Wednesday. LORD JOHN RUSSELL, having succeeded in obtaining his own consent to be a Minister once more, gave notice that he should give notice of an Amendment, which he should move on the Second Reading of the Reform Bill. HER MAJESTY'S Servants sent out for cord to pack their boxes.

Misfortune is of a matrimonial character-that is to say, it never comes single. The elegant and harmless little Church Rates Bill, brought in by MR. WALPOLE for the Government, was furiously set upon by SIR JOHN TRELAWNEY, and slaughtered. The majority against Government was a wopper-254 to 171. It was remarked that SIR JOHN PAKINGTON, who is usually as polite and argumentative as becomes a gentleman-minister, "let out uncommon," whence it was inferred that he descried the hopelessness of carrying the Bill, and possibly that of carrying on the Government.

Thursday. After a discussion on the curious desire of the Singapore merchants to be transferred from the rule of the Indian Government to that of SIR BULWER LYTTON, the Chancellor brought in a Bill for getting rid, in great measure, of that once useful institution, but now obstructive nuisance, the Grand Jury. He pointed out how this body frequently prevented a proper trial being had, as in the painful case, to which his Lordship adverted, of the poor lunatic pauper, who was kept in a shower-bath for half an hour and then dosed with tartar emetic, by order of a medical man named SNAPE. The Chancellor, then SIR F. THESIGER, had strongly advised the Lunacy Commissioners to inquire into SNAPE's conduct, and "one of the ablest London magistrates" decided that the case ought to be sent for trial. But the Grand Jury threw out the bill to the astonishment of all, and SNAPE was not tried. LORD CHELMSFORD added some other arguments in favour of the abolition, and LORD SHAFTESBURY said that having had to prosecute a pickpocket his grave Lordship had been kept "dancing attendance" at Clerkenwell waiting for business that did not occupy five minutes. We hope that the Record will explain that his Lordship did not use the word "dancing" in its worldly sense, and that LORD SHAFTESBURY was not seen performing the Cavalier seul on Clerkenwell Green. LORD WENSLEYDALE, as usual, was obstructive, but the Bill was read a first time.

LORD JOHN RUSSELL, Minister intending, fulfilled his threat. He

The bell had rung for the curtain to rise on a tragedy, and a shudder
went through the House. Nevertheless,
MR. DISRAELI rose, and stated with reference to the first part of
his enemy's motion, that the Government intended no disfranchisement,
and that he meant to introduce clauses to preserve the rights of the
freeholders in boroughs. Chased by the wolves, the Caucasian parent
flings one of his children to them, in hopes to save himself and the
others, but it is gobbled up, and the wolves are again on the track.
The House passed on, with a sensation, to a finance debate, in which
MR. GLADSTONE came out. The CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER
has been lending more money and funding more Exchequer Bills, in
other words increasing the National Debt, and it is thought that there
should be some little check on the practice. If, MRS. JONES, you send
MARY round the corner with halfpence to buy a bloater for JONES's
breakfast, and she lends the browns to her cousin in the Blues (au
honest fellow, mind), and has the bloaters scored up to you, MARY is
a financier of MR. DISRAELI'S school. Comprenez?

Friday. Restless LORD GREY, who had intended to bring up the
Ionian question to-night, relinquished that design, at the instance of
LORD DERBY, who overwhelmed LORD DIOGENES with a shower of
compliments upon his patriotism in abandoning his motion.
MR. THOMAS DUNCOMBE made a smart speech in reference to the
appointment of divers Tory Magistrates for Huntingdonshire; and
the democrat's complaint that a common brewer" had been put into
the commission, was met by a reminder of a certain Huntingdon
brewer, called O. CROMWELL. A Navy Debate followed, and its result
was the voting £995,647 for sailors' wittles.

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A PRESTON Quack advertises some Cough Lozenges, which " their curative powers to the invigorating properties of concentrated sea-air." This chemist must take the public to be a set of Gulls' indeed, if they will swallow this. We wonder, with all their " centrated sea-air," if ever "a Sale! a Sale! in sight appears" for these highly-puffed lozenges? We should advise the Prestonians not to take too many of them, for fear of the " sea air" being too much for them, and sea-sickness following.

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