A MIRACLE ON THE CARDS AT NAPLES.

HE good KING
BOMBA, by the
time that these
words are printed,
may have bid the
world good night,
and gone finally to
bed. But BOMBA,
the other day, was
reported
better

again, inasmuch as
to have been able
to sit up in a chair
for twenty mi-
nutes. A few days
before, we had
been told that the
head of BOMBA
was all of him that
remained alive-
body all senseless,
motionless-an in-
ert trunk. It may,
indeed, be said of
BOMBA:-

"Affliction sore
long time he bore,"

the royal sufferer had the blood of ST. JANUARIUS placed in his room, that its liquefaction might perhaps effectually supersede the doctors. Already, Punch has expressed the suspicion that BOMBA has been shamming. If he has, mark what will follow. BOMBA will come out some fine morning as well as ever, and as fresh as a daisy, declaring that, after having been given over, he had been restored to health by means of the blood of ST. JANUARIUS. Then there will be a festival to commemorate his marvellous recovery: BOMBA will go in procession |_ through the streets of Naples, and the priests will institute a flare-up. Now then, stupid; if these things should come to pass, please to remember how many contradictory statements-therefore, how many falsehoods have been circulated as to BOMBA's ailments; and consider whether the story of his supernatural cure ought not to be concluded to be only one lie more.

A VERY POPULAR PRINCE.

With my wheel-about, turn-about, right-about-face;
I may change my line, but I stick to my place!

You don't call your weathercock fickle

For telling each change of the wind-
Then why try get me in a pickle,

'Cause I'm given to changing my mind?
A weathercock, all know, is useful,

All the more, the more lightly it veers;
Of a pilot who'd e'er be abuseful,

For heeding the wind as he steers?
Chorus.

With my wheel-about, turn-about, right-about-face;
I may change my line, but I stick to my place!

And how's man alone to stand steady,

When all around man's on the change?
In Life's whirl, all to whirl must be ready;
Mine's only a very long range,

And I've still been consistent all through,
To make inconsistency pay;

Just as nimble my acts to undo,

As I'm nimble my words to unsay.

Chorus.

With my wheel-about, turn-about, right-about-face;
I may change my line, but I'll stick to my place!
'Tis but to save strain in my motions,
For an easier leap to prepare,

That I'm always extreme in my notions,
Since extremes often meet, you're aware.
"Twixt two stools some men boggle and bother,
And between them come, bang, to the ground,
I leap clean from one stool to the other-
And safe in my seat still am found!
Chorus.

With my wheel-about, turn-about, right-about-face;
I may change my line, but I stick to my place!

THE RIGHT PERSON IN THE RIGHT PLACE.
SIR JOHN PAKINGTON wants some one in the House who has a

knowledge of nautical matters, and who can talk for him. Why
doesn't he get the TALKING FISH to stand for some place? The creature

Ox the close of the Prussian Diet, the PRINCE REGENT OF PRUSSIA concluded a speech, which, if somewhat hastily minacious, was, unlike the utterances of most Continental potentates, not altogether bom-knows the sea thoroughly, can tell a ship when he sees one, and is not bastic, with the following request to his audience of legislators :

"Join me in the shout Long Live the King!"

Fancy the LORD CHANCELLOR, in proroguing Parliament on behalf of HER MAJESTY, calling upon the Lords and Commons to shout "Long Live the QUEEN." It was all very well for the counsel of MR. SICKLES to tell the mob to "Go it!" but it does seem a little below that dignity which we associate with the function of Sovereignty for a Prince Regent to address a similar invitation to his Chambers.

LABOUR IN VAIN.

THE Augsburg Gazette calls on the German ladies to give up purchasing any French articles of millinery :

"We must not," it says, "let German money pass from our pockets into those of the French, and enable them to make war on us."

Don't the Augsburg Gazette wish it may get it? The same absurd German organ wishes to extend the Anti-Gallican crusade to Crinoline. The womanhood of Germany defy him from behind their entrenchments of flounce and furbelow. So long as French steel is confined to petticoat-hoops, it will still be welcomed by every true German Frau and Fräulein. The more of it used in that manufacture, the less will be left for swords and bayonets.

likely to commit himself by any act of indiscretion, since he is not acquainted at present with more than two words, but then you can hear each of them most distinctly. What Lord of the Admiralty can say as much? Can you give us the name of any one Lord, who can speak two words intelligibly? Therefore, we recommend SIR JOHN to get the TALKING FISH into Parliament without any provoking delay. His presence may somewhat compensate us, only on a less brilliant scale, for the absence of that other odd fish, BERNAL OSBORNE.

Ad Arabellam.

A FACT, long known to him, kind Punch may be
Allowed to gratulate his rara avis on:

Joy to the Lady of the Keys! From G.
The music of her life's transposed to D,
And ARABELLA GODDARD'S MRS. DAVISON.

The Parchment Interest.

THE Law Times gives a list of Attorneys in the House of Commons, and adds the observation, that the solicitors can boast of a large accession of strength by this election. This being the case warrants the confident expectation of the speedy enactment of the Registration of Titles to Landed Estates Bill, contemplated in order to the simplification of the forms and reduction of the expenses of conveyancing. judge of them by their deeds.

HORATIAN MAXIM FOR A GRUMBLE.-Carpe diem-he carps every The constituents of the parliamentary solicitors will be enabled to

day.

POP GOES THE RIFLE!

(A New Song to an Old Tune, volunteered by Mr. Punch.)

ITH news of War the papers
teem,

Cressy and Poictiers have told

The Funds are downward
going:

Athirst for blood the Eagles

scream,

THE VISCOUNT'S RETURN.

THE following announcement in the Morning Post is very likely to be misunderstood on the other side of the Channel :

"VISCOUNT VILLIERS has derived considerable benefit from his sojourn at Pau; in fact, his health is quite recruited. The noble Viscount and Viscountess, in consequence, intend to return home sooner than was expected."

Our gallant what-shall-we-call-'ems, if not allies, in perusing the above notification with that intense interest with which they regard the British aristocracy, will of course confound the distinguished Ill winds abroad are blow-nobleman, whose recovery of health, and approaching restoration to ing; his native land, they will rejoice to learn, with the hon. Member for Lambeth. As sure as fate, the report current in the salons of Paris, and published in the Parisian newspapers, will, with that slight variation of English nomenclature and spelling inevitable in such a case, declare the happy recovery and homeward destination of that great lord of the House of Parliament, WISCOUNT VILLIAMS.

England would fain from
strife refrain,
Nor join the battle-storm

in:

And 'tis that she at peace
may be,

Our rifle clubs we 're form-
ing!

Chorus.

Up and down the Funds
may go,

Our peace-cry none shall
stifle:

Be ready aye to meet the

foe!

POP GOES THE RIFLE!

Englishmen in days of old
Were world-renowned as
bowmen,

How they fought their foemen;

By practice they their prowess gained,

By practice so may we too;

And till that prowess be attained,

Our rifle sights we'll see to!

Chorus. Up, then! Down the gauntlet throw!

Let none with England trifle:

Here, where once twang went the bow,
POP GOES THE RIFLE!

Some may say they can't afford

To spare their precious leisure:
Some may fear they may be bored,
That practice won't be pleasure:
Willing hands there are enow,

Brave hearts-who can doubt them?
Form then, and the skulkers show
We can do without them!

Chorus. Up in arms the country throw,
The cost is but a trifle:

Be ready aye to fight the foe-
POP GOES THE RIFLE!

We are no alarmists, scared

By fear of French invasion;

Yet 'tis well to be prepared
'Gainst War's dread occasion.

Touch us not, we'll touch not you;

We own no wish for fighting;

But lest a War you drive us to,

Our practice-butts we're sighting.

Chorus. Up! then, Up! Ye Rifle Greens!
Let none your ardour stifle :
Tangere me noli means

POP GOES THE RIFLE!

A SENSIBLE SPREAD.

IN Celebration of the Anniversary of HER MAJESTY's birth day on the 19th instant, SIR EDWARD BULWER LYTTON, according to a fashionable announcement, invited the Colonial Governors now in England, and other gentlemen connected with his department, to a banquet at the Clarendon Hotel, described as a full dress dinner. That is the sort of dinner! Raw rump-steaks are all very well to train BILL SAYERS upon; but for any set of civilised beings, how much better is a dinner that is fully dressed than one where everything is underdone!

DIVERS' PERFORMANCES.

"No Followers Allowed."

THOUGH LOUIS NAPOLEON and FRANCIS JOSEPH are at open war, Ar the Pearl Fishery at Aripo, we read that, "BATES, the chief of yet they are friendly and unanimous at least upon one point. There is the European divers, was under water for three hours." On many one little bit of neutral ground upon which they meet and join hands, occasions of danger, it is as difficult to keep your head above water as and are ready to join arms too, if necessary, to keep it clear of all under it. For instance, there is that clever diver, LORD DERBY, who has villanous intruders. This glorious unanimity of two, is to the effect been down to the lowest depths in the hope of picking up a stray vote or that no newspaper correspondent shall be allowed to follow the French two. Low as he and his confederates have sunk, and they could not or Austrian army. However, it scarcely needed this warlike demonhave sunk lower, they have not fished up more than twenty or twenty-stration to prove to us what enemies both Emperors were, and always five of the precious "pearls of Parliament" that they were diving for. have been, to a Free Press. Much as they dread each other, they Now, when LORD DERBY again presents himself before the nation on know they have reason to dread the Press a great deal more. the troubled sea of politics, we should like to know for what period he is likely to keep his head above water? Will you give him three days, or three hours, or even three minutes? and, once under, we are afraid that his Lordship will never come up again.

AN ADDITIONAL DUTY ON PAPER.-Russia, Austria, and Sardinia have suspended cash payments.

The account then goes on to describe the progress of the flames, If we do WALKER injustice by this surmise, it is his own fault, for which, we are happy to say was brief, they having been speedily extinpuffing his shop in the above example of profane cant, of which any-guished. Having expressed our satisfaction at that fortunate issue, body who is capable may be well supposed to be capable of anything. we may perhaps be pardoned for remarking that the Thames has at length been set on fire.

"THE THEATRE OF WAR."-They are doing such a tremendous "PRAY, Sir," asked a Sheffield blade, talking about the Sardinian stroke of business at this Theatre, that for the present all compliwar, "what is your opinion of Italian Independence?" mentary admissions are refused, and even the PUBLIC PRESS IS "French Impudence," was ROEBUCK's reply. SUSPENDED.

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PUNCH ON PARTY COLOURS.

EVERYBODY knows that M. CHEVREUL has been writing a most interesting treatise, which his translator calls "The Laws of Contrast of Colours, and their Application to the Arts." But everybody has not yet been favoured with the knowledge that Mr. Punch has some idea, when he has nothing else to do, of sitting down and getting up another branch of the same subject, with a view to his compiling a companion treatise, to be entitled "On the Contrast of Party Colours, and their Application to Electioneering Arts." It is of course a superfluity to give a proof of Mr. Punch's never-disputable fitness for this or any other literary work, on which he condescends to suffer his vast intellect to work. But as the subject is just now of more than ordinary interest, Mr. Punch will spare an inch or two to show how M. CHEVREUL'S laws may be adapted to the contrast of colours in a purely party sense. To begin at the beginning, Mr. Punch must quote the statement that:

"M. CHEVREUL's attention was first directed to this subject in consequence of some complaints made as to the quality of certain colours prepared in the dyeing laboratory of the Gobelins; when, after some reflection on the matter, he became convinced that, although the complaints concerning the instability of the light blues, greys, and browns, might be possibly well founded, there were others, particularly as to the want of vigour of the greys employed in the shadow of blue and violet draperies, which were not so, and that this apparent want of vigour was owing to the colours contiguous to them, and that the matter was involved in the phenomena Parliamentarily phrasing it, Mr. Punch is "free to own" that complaints concerning the political "instability of the Greys" have been over and over again preferred to Mr. Punch, and he is not quite unconvinced that they may not have been "well founded." As to the alleged "want of vigour of the Greys" when they are "employed in the shadow," that is of course to say, have had the shine taken out of them, Mr. Punch can see no reason to dispute this allegation. As employés under Government, the Greys, it is well known, have long been in the shade, and no doubt this has been owing to their proved "want of vigour."

With this glance at the Greys, Mr. Punch has now to notice the effect of party colours, as influencing each other when they come in coalition. Not to make the matter too abstruse," says M. CHEVREUL

"Let us remind the reader that there are but three primaries, viz., red, blue, and yellow, out of which, in various combinations, all other imaginable colours are composed. The secondary colours (not to go further) are three, severally composed of two of the three primaries, viz, green, composed of blue and yellow; orange, composed of red and yellow; and violet, composed of red and blue. Taking the whole three primary colours to complete the cycle of colour, the doctrine of complementary colours commences: which may be briefly explained by stating that every primary colour has for its complementary colour the secondary colour, which is composed of the other two primaries, and, vice versa, that every secondary colour has for its complementary the primary colour, which does not enter into its own composition. Thus red is complementary to green, blue to orange, and yellow to violet; and vice versa."

Adapting this politically, Tory, Whig, and Radical correspond to the "three primaries;" and out of these the various shades of party colours are composed. For instance, Liberal-Conservative is that which corresponds to violet, being made of Tory (red) in combination with Whig (blue): a union which, in such a case as MR. GLADSTONE'S, makes a not unpleasing sort of Oxford mixture. The Derbyite, again, is that which answers to the orange, blending the Tory (red) with the Radical, or Chartist, yellow; a combination which produces the strangest of effects, and in most eyes is regarded with a colourable suspicion. The doctrine of complementaries accords in politics precisely with that which has been stated. The primaries or premiersneed assistance from the secondaries, and it is by being complimentary to them that they get it. For instance, red, or Tory, premiers are complimentary to green, that is, to the united Radicals and Whigs: and the compliment is returned by green becoming complementary, i. e. filling up the ranks, on a division, of the red.

Coming now to the pith of M. CHEVREUL'S observations, Mr. Punch learns that his "principle" consists in "simply this: "

"That the eye after looking for any period, more or less in duration, upon any one colour, immediately acquires an aptitude to see the complementary of that colour, which will influence its appreciation of all objects upon which it may simultaneously or immediately rest. For instance, during or immediately after looking at red, white will present a greenish hue, and objects of all other colours will be more or less qualified by the latter hue. Thus-red, the complementary of green, placed by the side of green, increases its intensity; and so of blue in juxtaposition with orange, and greenish-yellow with violet. And when the complementary colour to any colour acting upon another colour in juxtaposition is partly composed of the last named colour, or when the colour in juxtaposition is partly composed of the said complementary, the colour common to both becomes intensified in the colour in juxtaposition. For instance, orange being placed beside red, the orange will acquire a yellowish tint from the green complementary to red, and the red a purple tint from the blue complementary to orange. Again, as equal portions of the three primary colours mixed produce black, green beside black makes it look reddish. blue beside black makes it look less brilliant or somewhat rusty, while orange

beside black makes it look more brilliant."

M. CHEVREUL'S "simply this" is rather a tough bit for the digestion of his readers, but Mr. Punch's adaptation will facilitate their swallowing it: Mr. Punch's "principle" is (much more) "simply this:

"

-that he who looks on party colours with the eye of an observer> enced in his appreciation of all objects" by the colour of the party by acquires an aptitude" for seeing of what shades they are composed, which they are pursued. Thus, if he has green in his eye, the politician and may moreover see that any party politician is likely to be "influsees red objects from a biassed point of view, and their blackness will of course in his sight be intensified. Without much fear of contradiction, Mr. Punch may also state, that men of any colour often wear black looks, and get "somewhat rusty," when men of a contrasting colour have a place beside them. That the " colours are more or less "qualified by a greenish hue," Mr. Punch can see no colourable pretext to dispute. Mr. Punch may likewise add, that the only party colour which finds favour in his eyes is the colour objects" of all party of the money of the wise "party" who subscribes to his inimitable print.

"GOING IT LIKE VINCKE-ING."

ghost of CHATHAM, as a means of rousing the spirit of England." How one's spirit should be roused by the appearance of a ghost, MONSIEUR DE VINCKE tells us that he "places great reliance on the Mr. Punch has not the ghost of an idea. The general impression is, that if one saw a ghost one would feel less elevation than depression of one's spirit: but though JOHN BULL is not the man to be frighthis dander. JOHN BULL has settled down to smoke the pipe of peace, and he has no wish to be "roused" from that enviable attitude. ened at a ghost, the sight of one would rather raise his wonder than Anyhow, it must be a substantial cause to rouse him; a ghost would be by far too shadowy to do so. Besides, however much "reliance" M. DE VINCKE may place on it, there is a doubt if CHATHAM'S ghost would rise up if he conjured it; in fact, to speak more plainly, there's not the shade of an excuse to think the Shade would do so. DE VINCKE's reliance, therefore, on it as a means to rouse JOHN BULL seems to Mr. Punch a little premature. "First catch your ghost," is the ghost of CHATHAM rouse him, M. DE VINCKE is clearly reckoning without his g-host. an obvious necessity; and in calculating that JOHN BULL would let

converted anybody. They cackle as though Popery, like another Capitol, was to be saved by the noise they made. Now, we wish they WHAT a noise the Roman Catholics do make, whenever they have Would try to convert SPOONER and NEWDEGATE; and, when they have succeeded, we will give them full liberty to brag about the conversion they make over it. In fact, we are not sure whether we should not join in their cheers, and be the first to congratulate them on their as loudly as they please, nor will we quarrel with them about the noise two-fold victory.

FASHION BOOKS FOR BABIES.

HERE, my dear Mr.
Punch, I have such a
treat for you. Now,
do guess what it is!
But no, I'm sure you
can't, and so I mean
to tell you. Am I not
kind, Sir? Now, only
just read this:-

"The genial rays of spring
sunshine have called forth a
variety of elegant novelties.
Out-door dress, whether for
the promenade or the car
riage, begins to assume the

hues which Nature loves to
wear at the present sea-

son. Accordingly the most

fashionable colours are the
various shades of green and
lilac,

mauve and violet.
Among the most favourite
materials for out-door cos-
tume may be mentioned
taffety moiré, figured with
small sprigs or spots. Striped
silks are also much in favour,
but this year Fashion de-
crees that the stripes shall

run longitudinally and not
horizontally."

"There now, isn't that a treat for you! Is it not delightful to think of even babies being dressed à la mode, and having their small toilettes made according to the fashion! How nice it seems to think that the tiddy ickle sings should have their 'robes of nansouk' and their 'satin stitch embroidery,' and should be costumed for the cradle as when more mature they will be for the carriage or the concert! Besides, who can tell how this may not affect their disposition? As the boy, Mr. Punch, is the father to the man, I suppose so is the girl the mother to the woman: and by nurturing an early love of finery and fashion, we may secure its ripe development in after years. You of course know, Mr. Punch, that to many of us ladies the employment of dressing is the chief business of our lives. As gourmands live to eat, fine ladies live to dress; and if we wish to bring our girls up to this business, I think we can't do better than begin with them as babies. To train up a child in the way in which the milliners and beau monde would have her go, let us have by all means a Fashion Book for Babies, and let their first spelling lesson be taken from its leaves.

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I remain, Mr. Punch, your true friend and well-wisher (only please now don't make fun of me), "AUGUSTA GUSHINGTON, "(née JONES)."

ciennes is too expensive for your nursery. But you ought to recollect, "P.S. I suppose that as the father of a family you will say ValenSir, the dear little ducksy-wucksys are your own flesh and blood, and have as much right to their little luxuries as you have. Give up your Greenwich dinners, do, you greedy man, and then you'll easily afford to let your wife buy nice laced baby-linen.

"P.S. Do you notice that your poppet must wear a broad blue sash, which, mind, must be passed across the front of the corsage,' and be fastened at the waist in a bow with flowing ends.' I suppose that to give a proper shape to the corsage, it will be essential that one's babies should wear stays. The little feet of the Chinese ladies are formed when in the cradle, and while our small waists are in fashion the process of compression might likewise begin in babyhood."

FINANCIERS AND FLEABITES.

THE fact cannot be too widely known, and Punch may therefore publish it, that the CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER, when addressing his Constituents, spoke of the National Debt as being a mere fleabite."

"There now, isn't that delightful! Only think of the spring sunshine calling forth the elegant novelties' of dress, just as it calls forth the lovely butterflies and buttercups, and all the other charming novelties of Nature. And how nice it is to find that what is natural is fashionable, and that one may wear 'the hues which Nature loves to wear '-that is to say, of course, if they suit one's complexion. And O! I am so glad that striped silks are 'in favour,' for I bought O! such a love of a striped silk dress last autumn when we were in Brussels, and what ever we are to do for gloves this year I can't think, for of course no one can dream of going abroad with all this fighting, and it's quite horrible to think of, Mr. Punch, now isn't it? But of course Now, knowing as he does the resources of the country, Punch is it won't be half so inconvenient to you men, for you buy your gloves not disposed to make the National Debt a bugbear; but still less is anywhere, and indeed numbers of you now never seem to me to wear he inclined to view it as a fleabite. If we call things by right names, them, excepting upon Sundays and at Flower Shows, and places where we cannot talk of debts of some few hundred millions as being merely the presence of us ladies obliges you to do so-But what was I speaking fleabites. Punch has very little doubt that were it necessary to raise of? O, I recollect, it was about my striped silk dress. I am so glad the needful for the debt, our national resources would enable us to do that it's in fashion, for I've only worn it twice, because you know So. But there is no use in denying that the process would pinch we 've been in mourning, and it will do so nicely if I can but get it us more than a "mere fleabite;" and Punch therefore enters a proaltered so as to make the stripes run up and down instead of round test to the phrase, as being in accordance with neither truth nor and round it. I wish to goodness Fashion wouldn't be so changeable. taste. If MR. DISRAELI thinks by speaking of our national expenses It is so horribly expensive always altering one's dresses, and you know as "mere fleabites" to reconcile the country to paying a War Incomewith all one's cutting and contriving one can never make an old dress tax, when the country has no liking nor occasion for a War, and has look as though it were a new one. But after all it's no good grumbling. said and done its best to keep its rulers out of one, Punch thinks, Of course, whatever Empress Fashion may decree one must submit to. should this be so, that when MR. DISRAELI next "goes to the country One could never dream of wearing horizontal stripes, when Fashion he will return to town with rather a large fleabite in his ear, by a flea has decreed that we must wear them longitudinally! bred from that by which the country has been bitten.

"But, dear me, Mr. Punch, how I have been running on. I'm sure when I sat down I had not the least idea of telling you about my dress.

Turf.

YOUNG man, be moderate in your bets. Look at the Goose with the Golden Eggs, and reflect upon his ruin, and ask yourself whether it was not accelerated entirely by what he was in the habit of laying? Take warning from his melancholy fate, and bear in mind that the less you lay, the less chance there is of your being ultimately cut up.—The Hermit of the Haymarket.

Of course so great a PERSONAGE ought not to be troubled about things Advice to Those who wish to Pick up Something on the so insignificant. What I wished to tell you, and I'm quite sure that it will be a great treat to you to hear it, is that in the paper where I spied out the above sweetly interesting passage, and it does surprise me I must say, Mr. Punch, that you who do so much for the instruction of the public, do not do a little more to try and edify the ladies, and make your young men weekly write about the Fashions and such instructive topics, instead of all those horrid politics, which we are all so tired of, and none of us a bit the wiser or the better for. It seems to me such a pity that your valuable space should be wasted on such trifles as Reform Bills and things, when there are such important matters as new bonnets to be thought of, and subjects of such interest as wide skirts to be discussed. But all this while I'm keeping you, poor man! from the treat I have in store for you. You will find it at the end of the article I've quoted. After describing some such ducks of dresses worn in Paris, O! how it makes one's eyes water to think of them! the dear delightful writer explains the illustrations, which have been added by some clever artist to the article. And this is the description which is given of

"Fig. 2. (Baby.) Long robe of nansouk, with tablier front, formed of rich needlework and lace insertion. The latter is disposed so as to leave intermediate lozengeformed spaces, which are embroidered in satin stitch. The cap is formed of insertion and needlework, and has a full double border of Valenciennes lace. On one side passing across the front of the corsage is drawn under the arm and fastened at the back of the waist in a bow with long flowing ends."

there is a bow of blue ribbon. A broad blue sash is fixed on one shoulder, and after

Lamentable Ignorance.

SOME fools, who evidently know nothing of human nature, have been trying to bribe the Swiss in Rome. What a senseless waste of money! The blockheads deserve to have lost it, as they did, for not having offered enough. "PARLEZ AU SUISSE" if you like, but do not insult the poor faithful fellow by offering him a miserable sum that his conscience, knowing the full value of what an incorruptible nature like his is worth, will not allow him to accept. Shame!

NON-INTERVENTION.-So strong is KOSSUTH in favour of non-intervention, that he intends disposing of the 40,000 muskets which were presented to him by subscription in America, and forwarding the proceeds to the Peace Society.