PUNCH AT THE PLAY. A VISIT TO DRURY LANE. Ir a modern THOMSON were to wish to write another poem on the "Seasons," he would find novelty-at least of subject-in the Seasons of Drury Lane. Some people are said to live a whole life in an hour, and Drury Lane, most certainly, lives through several seasons in a single year. It generally begins about October, as the "Home of the Drama," and finishes, about August, as the "Stable of Atar Gull." It starts with a "Popular Tragedian" in Autumn, and comes to the "Acknowledged Man-Monkey" before the Summer is at an end. The worst of it is, that when it is the "Home of the Drama," there are scarcely any callers, except a few renters, who drop their complimentary cards at the door, while the horse, "Atar Gull," can boast a nightly crowd of visitors. The "Popular Tragedian" gets plenty of empty-ruinously empty-praise; but the Acknowledged ManMonkey" receives substantial proofs of acknowledgment at the hands of nightly crowds. We will not ask why it is? but so it is; and, declining to ask the question, whether it is caused by the dinner hour, the expense of keeping the house dusted, the Italian Operas, the want of actors, the high salaries, the dearth of pieces, or any other of the hundred-and-fifty reasons usually assigned for the ruin of the large theatres, we pass on to the fact, that Drury Lane answers very well for nearly everything but the purpose to which it is conventionally assigned. We paid a visit a few evenings ago, and entered a crowded house, just as the "Acknowledged Man-Monkey" was going through his delineations of the monkey tribe." As a zoological study, we should say the "delineations" would be rather deceptive, and the student of the habits of monkey life must not trust too implicitly to the "Acknowledged Man-Monkey "-is the acknowledgment in writing?-at Drury Lane. Afterwards, we found the "Brothers ELLIOTT," with their Drawing-room Entertainments," which caused us to wonder where the Drawing-room may be in which such entertainments could be conveniently carried on. The "Brothers" throw themselves, and each other, about in a manner that would be fatal to any of those little objects of knick-knackery to be found in drawing-rooms of even the humblest pretension. We cannot imagine ourselves sitting in a salon, and being bounded in upon by three youths in spangles-and scarcely anything else one of whom throws himself down on his back on the hearth-rug, while another jumps on to the hands of his recumbent brother, and is pitched, head-over-heels, into the middle of the room. The foreigners who visit Drury Lane will, we trust, not go away with the idea that our drawing-rooms are the scene of such proceedings; and we must particularly warn them against the idea that at HFR MAJESTY'S Drawing-room there are any entertainments of the kind. There never was so much horse-riding in the Metropolis as at the present moment. London might easily be divided, like Yorkshire, into its North and West Riding. Drury Lane might rank as the capital of the former; whilst for the latter, Cremorne, the Hippodrome, and Astley's might each claim the same epithet in its own peculiar circle. At Drury Lane, the Riding takes a higher bound than we have ever witnessed in a similar arena. Their ambition seems to be of the most vaulting description; the great merit of which, often as it leaps, until counting becomes a bore, is that it never "o'erleaps itself." There is a grand game, called "Battoute Leaping," in which the art of leaping is carried to the very greatest height. "One fellow leapt so tarnation high," the American clown informed us," that though he went up quite a boy-in the spring-time of his existence-he never came down till he was an old man, with a family of ten children." The aeronauts must be rather afraid of this new Yankee sect of Jumpers; for they leap up as high as sky-rockets, and then whiz round and round in the air like so many Catharine-wheels. If one of them came in collision with a balloon, the bouleversement might not be exactly pleasant. The Drury Lane play-bill gives the names of the horses and the riders, but the names of the Clowns are studiously buried in the deepest sawdust. We think this looks a little like jealousy. The same mystery is preserved with the Master of the Ring. If the same exclusive spirit had been acted upon in English circles, the world would have lost the renown of a WIDI ICOMB. We could not help feeling how superior that great Master was to all other Masters of the Ring. For instance, the American Master, in point of sprightliness and juvenility, lags at least a thousand years behind him. WIDDICOMB is decidedly the first man of his age; and, when we say that, we mean that he is, perhaps, the oldest man of the present day, and, for his age, decidedly looks the youngest. Au reste (as JENKINS would say), the Drury Lane Company boasts of the same number of wonderful horses as any of its wonderful rivals. There are horses who fire off pistols; who dig up hidden purses; pick up handkerchiefs and hand them, on their hind legs, to their legitimate owners; who grind a hurdy-gurdy ("that's a fact," as the Clown would say), and dance the Golitska or the Cachucha, or any dance you please. They jump through hoops, and over bars and scarfs, and run along the edge of the barrier of the Circus. In short, the wonderful creatures do everything but speak. We imagine, however, that this accomplishment, even, they will soon be tutored to acquire, and that before long we shall hear Hamlet played by an highly-trained stud of horses, and we will be bound that they would play it quite as well as any company which has been at Drury Lane, since MACREADY left it. In the meantime, until the horses learn to speak, the performances are well worth going to see, for many of them are so clever that they speak for themselves. A FAMILY PARTY. THE Times, of the 18th instant, had one of the oddest advertisements we have seen for many a day; an advertisement summoning all people of the name of JENNINGS to a public meeting. It seems that some property has been left by a JENNINGS, and the question is, which JENNINGS is to have it? The entire body, consequently, are to meet together, with their pedigrees, to determine the matter. Hamlet talks of his being "a little more than kin and less than kind;" the passage is obscure, but we think the forthcoming meeting likely to illustrate it. Considering the party and the object, we expect there will be more people there than are likely to be "kin," and something considerably less than kindness existent among them. How is business to be managed? MR. JENNINGS must take the chair, and MR. JENNINGS must move the first resolution, and MR. JENNINGS must rise to move an amendment, and MR. JENNINGS must appeal to all the JENNINGSES to be heard against MR. JENNINGS in the chair, who insists on order. If two gentlemen rise to speak together, who is to settle which is to have the hearing? Will the partisans of both cry out, "JENNINGS! JENNINGS!" How can any speaker designate the last speaker with clearness? He cannot begin, Gentlemen, MR. JENNINGS has told you"-there will be a cry from everybody present, "No, I didn't!" As for personality, that will luckily be nearly impossible; it will be impracticable to insult a MR. JENNINGS in the presence of so many. Exchanging cards will be of no use in this case. Out of the dozens of JENNINGSES on every variety of pasteboard, how pick out your JENNINGS? how select the man vou desire to call to account? The thing is awful to contemplate! Our Christian names are not various enough to meet the difficulty; there must be dozens of TOMS, and JACKS, and HARRYS, among the multitude! They are called ostensibly as relatives, these JENNINGSES. But who does not see that it will be the interest of every body to repudiate his neighbour? Call one your first cousin, and you admit the possibility of his being from an elder brother, and so nearer the common ancestor. No. Everybody will insist that he is the only genuine JENNINGS; that, like a bottle of the real KING OF OUDE'S sauce, he alone has the genuine name of the producer. There will be a fine overhauling of the pedigrees, we may be sure. "That's my great-grandfather, Sir!"- No, Sir, mine!" Parish registers will be at a premium, and tombstones precious stones, indeed, on the occasion. Many a JENNINGS, we fancy, will feel inclined to hang himself on the genealogical tree before the business is over. The Clowns belong to the talkative genus of clowns; but then it must be recollected they spring from an American race, which may account somewhat for their loquacity. If anything, they talk too much. "I talk so fast," said one of them, "that it takes Echo six months before it can give me an answer--and that's a fact. I talk so tarnation One consolation, at least, suggests itself-that the bearers of the quick that no steam-engine can follow me; and in Kentucky, nineteen name of SMITH have not yet been summoned. No, no! The darkest old women, at a tea-party, died on the spot of vexation, because they malignity only could suggest a step like that. If that comes off, why, couldn't put in a single word, and if that isn't the truth I'm we must shut our shops, call out our specials, and prepare for the worst. blessed if my wife mayn't run away, and never come back again.' But still they can be as nimble with their feet as with their tongues. The funny way in which one of them danced a quadrille all by himself, was proof of this facility. The difference between the Ancient and Modern Quadrille, was given with a degree of point which we have rarely noticed in the toe of a Clown before, excepting, perhaps, the present wearer of GRIMALDI'S mantle (and very hot it must be to wear in this weather), MR. FLEXMORE. The Railway (no) Dividends. AT the recent meeting of the Eastern Counties, it was announced that there would be a dividend of £0 Os. Od. This really looks as if the dividends were getting quite round. REMARKABLE CROCODILE FOUND IN IRELAND. LITERARY ECLIPSE. We hope the printers will take the precaution to damp, with additional moisture, the sheets on which our present number is printed, as we are about to introduce a piece of brilliancy from a Sunderland paper, which is really enough to burn everything else completely out. The writer, wishing to communicate the fact that the sun set on a certain day, bursts forth into the following literary blaze. Our Sunderland contemporary can scarcely be safe with such a fiery genius on the premises, which we trust are amply insured. We feel it a sort of duty to throw cold water upon this luminary, and put him out. Now, reader, take care. If you have got a pair of green spectacles, put them on before you read the following, or get a piece of smoked glass. Are you ready? Now, then, let the Sunderland luminary fire away : "The rest of the evening, and especially before sunset, the heavens presented the most glorious aspect we ever remember to have witnessed. The blue expanse beyond, seemed more pure, stainless, and incorruptible, than ever feasted our visual orbs before. Interspersed, as it was, with calm companies of gold-fringed, curling cloudlets, that reposed in the most tranquil and holy rest on the breast of this stainless canopy; and the floods of golden light that streamed with tremulous, wavy motions from the mighty orb, as he stood trembling at the gates of the west,' electro-plating with burnished gold every hill and tree, every house and spire; and, as he rolled down among the mountains of clouds that seemed to gather there to form a magnificent temple for his reception, and which his setting beams invested with such brilliant tints and golden effulgence, we thought that this was surely a scene enough to make any one, not absolutely irrational, to feel a struggling of emotions too sweet, and too big for any other utterance than that of silent worship." We have only one suggestion to make about the author of this paragraph. Let him be placed in the centre of his own parish, where his brilliancy would save all the expense of gas or oil, and realise the most sanguine idea of what might be done with the electric light. YANKEE DOODLE AT COWES. See the Newspaper Paragraphs about the Yacht YANKEE DOODLE came to Cowes, LORD B.'s cutter's handy; Stop till you see our boat start," O, YANKEE DOODLE, doo, She's the boat to win, Sir; When it only blows a few, "YANKEE DOODLE 's run is clean She walks through the etarnal green As he does from his haters. Her masts point upwards to the skies, While down below pig ballast lies, O, YANKEE DOODLE, doo, Won't your Swells look black as slaves? That you'll think us vaunting, I can't help saying, when you've weighed, O YANKEE DOODLE, doo- A Cardinal Would-be. A CORRESPONDENT of the Morning Advertiser asks "Would you believe that, when WISEMAN dines out, he appears in his church dress and preceded by MONS. SEARLE, bearing two tapers with a velvet cushion, on which is the Cardinal's hat! Would not WISEMAN be a WOLSEY if he could?" POTATO is regene-If he could, a real WOLSEY. As he can't,-a Linseyrated. Through Wolsey. the breadth of the ARTICLES LOST AND FOUND IN THE CRYSTAL PALACE. AMONG the articles lost and found in the Crystal Palace, there have been two that would form the greatest curiosity in the whole Exhibition, could they the exultations of be embodied in the collection; we allude to the time lost by the various clocks, and the level found by the water in the numerous fountains. THE CHINESE LADY'S SONG. the bigotted crew, have met with sympathy from Turkey-with consolation from the land of the Great there, and everywhere, in order to secure the copy- ENTERING FOR THE PLATE.-A burglary was committed the other day at the Bridewell in the City, and two or three of the constables were robbed. The burglars carried off a quantity of plate, and the only wonder is, that as they were in the humour to carry off all the spoons, they should have left any of the constables behind. Song of the Chinese Lady. Tiso nlyf oursh illi ngsapo un Soc omet othet eama rtan dtry. HERALDIC FRAGMENTS. 66 When the dark hatchment on the wall, He, quarterly, our bearings shows, The crescents that you bear in pale. "On the 15th of September-say the papers-KOSSUTH and his friends are to be free. The SULTAN-(well, I only wish the POPE was as good a Christian)-the SULTAN wouldn't be bullied into doing the shabby thing; but, having given his word, he looked upon it like that diamond that's being shown at the Glass Palace, above all price, and the upshot is, KOSSUTH isn't to be hanged in Austrian rope, but is alive, and I hope will some day be found once again kicking. F singular heraldic objects, there is one notably so; we mean a lymphadwhich is the heraldic name for a ship. One of these looks as fit for sailing as if it had been built by a modern Admiralty. The DUKES OF ARGYLE bear a lymphad with sails thirled up," in the second and third quarters of their shield, as representatives of A TESTIMONIAL TO THE SULTAN. the Lords of Lorn-to indicate, we suppose, that they rowed in the same "MR. PUNCH,-I write to you from the vats of BARCLAY AND boat with those old potentates. We PERKINS; and am emboldened to do so by the circumstance that, upon confess that we should be sorry to another occasion-to which I needn't more partic'larly allude at this embark our fortunes in a lymphad minute-my pictur, and the pictur of two or three of my mates, had the anywhere farther down the river than honour to find themselves in your widely circ'lated columns. But Greenwich-even although it displayed that's not what I'm going to write just now. flags and pennants flying, gules, as pre- Mr. Punch,-I see by the papers that the SULTAN-like a jolly tentiously as it does in the above case. Turkey-cock as he is-is going to let out that brave fellow KOSSUTIL And we are afraid, though with every and his companions: let 'em out safe and sound, with not a hole pecked disposition to exclaim, "Row, brothers, in their precious skins by that varmint of a double-headed eagle, which row," to any worthy master of a is kept in Austria to feed upon the hearts and vitals of brave men, for lymphad extant, that these vessels all the world as they feed the vultures on garbage at the 'Logical will be symbolically, as they have been Gardens. literally, superannuated by the superior powers of modern steam-vessels. We invited our readers last week to certain Honourable Ordinaries. We pointed out the Chief, the Pale, the Chevron. The Fess is not so susceptible of a festive style of treatment as other heraldic objects. It is, however, rather an important one -it encloses a third of the shield horizontally across the centre. Antiquarians suppose it to represent a scarf. The Bar is in the same direction as the Fess. The Bend crosses from the dexter chief to the sinister base. It is to be noted that most of these have their diminutives, little representatives of them on a small scale. The Chief has a fillet-as LORD JOHN has his HAWES. There is a half of the Bar, too, called the closettypical of the humble space occupied by so many members of the profession of that name. As to the Bend Sinister, with regard to which one hears so much said, and which is perhaps the only ordinary whose name is perfectly familiar to the public, we have to notice au odd theory regarding it, broached by old GUILLIK, the writer on Heraldry. That learned man says that the bearing known as the Bend Sinister is properly a baton or cudgel, and is worn to show that gentlemen labouring under the misfortune of having it on their shields, are liable to be cudgelled as slaves-not being born free! This theory has been severely reprobated by subsequent writers. But it is satisfactory to know that whether GUILLIM be right or not, the Bend Sinister is delicately repudiated by modern families, who give not so much a sinister as a dexter-ous turn to the matter, by putting their arms within a "border wavy" instead. The next age will possibly see them marching triumphantly "over the border," and coming out with shields in a state of primary purity. Well, I should like us, as Englishmen, to make what is called a Testimonial to the SULTAN. I should like to give him something, that he could look at when he chose; and see in it a proof that JOHN BULL loved and honoured him-Turk and infidel as they call him-for standing like a noble fellow--and that, too, as I hear, when he was none of the strongest-between the butcher and the brave. "Me and some of my mates have been thinking over the matter; and it's our opinion that we could give nothing to the Sultan that would be more grateful to his feelings as a Sultan, a gentleman, and a good-hearted fellow as he is nothing more grateful than a noble gallon tankard, silver-gilt, or all gold, if there's money enough. Yes, a gallon tankard, carved outside with hops; and hooped like a barrel, and writ with a proper inscription, that the piece of plate may go down all his family as long as Turkey stands.-T would be a fine thing, wouldn't it? Always standing on the sideboard when any of the 'bassadors from Austria or Russia dropt in upon bus'ness? Do you know, Mr. Punch, I do think Old England might be worse represented in what is called the eyes of foreign powers. 66 'Any way, Mr. Punch, just set the thing going, and you may rely upon subscriptions from one and all of "Your humble Servants, "BARCLAY AND PERKINS'S DRAYMEN." "P.S. We do think that the tankard shouldn't go to Constantinople One of the most important matters in Heraldry is the marshalling of without a butt of our XXXXX. (and stronger than that, if you like). arms, by which is meant the arranging of those "quarterings" which know that Mussulmans don't drink wine; but there's no law 'gainst one becomes entitled to by marriage. A husband has a right to impale hops. At least I should think so; for a good many Turks, now and his wife's arms with his own, in an ordinary case-(ah! how often is then, have come to see us; and don't they see the bottom of the this "impalement" a terrible punishment, here, as in the East!)-but pewter!" if he marries an heiress, (or lady without brothers), he places her shield on his own, and his son bears both arms “quarterly;" in addition to which he has a right to all the arms which previous marriages have brought into the damsel's own house. Hence come those huge batches of quarterings which your great houses boast. You may pick a selection of the choicest coats for your carriage out of the whole number-or to grave on a pewter-pot, as is done by our friend FLUFF. We illustrate this most romantic branch of Heraldry by a few lines. Public Works and Public Idleness. A RETURN, extending to thirty-six folio pages, has just been published on the subject of public works. We think we could produce a companion volume, amounting to many more folios of speeches in Parliament, by way of showing the extent of public idleness. That which occupies more time in the doing than everything else put together, is undoubtedly the doing of nothing. The money thrown away upon nothing, would pay the National Debt over and over again; and as to a report on public works, let it occupy as many pages and cost as many pounds as it will, the whole falls into insignificance before the extent and the cost of public idleness. A Check to Blooming. IT is said that three females--wife and daughters of an innocent seacaptain now on blue water-have appeared in the public promenade of Belfast in full Bloomer costume. Punch has received various intimations of an attempt in certain quarters of England at full Blooming; and has been asked his advice upon the exigency. Punch has to propound an instant remedy. If women assume the dress of men, let them undertake men's duties: hence, every Bloomer shall be liable to be drawn for the militia, without benefit of substitute. No. 529.* IRISH ALCHEMY. DOCTOR CULLEN makes the first bid for episcopal martyrdom: in the face of eventual penalties, he has signed himself "Lord Archbishop of Armagh, and Primate of all Ireland." But what of that? His Grace shall be held harmless. LORD JOHN may cast a wistful eye at the defiant churchman; but says MR. REYNOLDShands off "If pence were subscribed here to pay the fine of a bishop, he [MR. REYNOLDS] believed the money would be applied to other and more unpleasant purposes." What sings Mat-o-the-Mint in "The Beggar's Opera?" "See the ball I hold! Let the chemists toil like asses; And turns all our lead to gold." REYNOLDS-OF-THE-DUBLIN - MINT sings another version. His Irish alchemy is not to turn lead into gold, but coppers into bullets. FANNING A FLAME! THE SONG OF THE NORTH KENT RAILWAY. The STATION MASTER sings. COME issue the tickets, and open the wickets; To see the folks crowding is funny-quite funny; By pushing and shoving just keep the mass moving, For all that we want is their money-their money. The RAILWAY POLICEMAN sings. Now don't be perverse, Sir; though dropp'd is your purse, Sir The RAILWAY MONEY-TAKER sings. It's useless, Sir, talking; you'd better be walking; Your change I put down, and it lay there-it lay there; Keep back, and no pushing; now, where are you rushing? The RAILWAY CONSTABLE sings. Come, none of your airs now, you've paid all your fares now; The RAILWAY PORTER sings. Your trunk I can't find it, and how 's one to mind it? The RAILWAY GUARD sings. Now, anywhere jump in-that carriage go plump in. The Moors. OUR Cockney correspondent says that the birds are very wild, and that the heath being extremely slippery, the attempt to run after them is apt to be attended with numerous falls, especially in patent-leather boots. He says the exercise is fatiguing in the extreme, and complains that there are no cabs to be had on the hills, though there are plenty of flies. LADY PASSENGER sings. There's somebody smoking; it's very provoking; But how, mid so many, to fix upon any, In the dark, too, of course, there's no knowing, no knowing The RAILWAY TICKET-COLLECTOR sings. Why, what a collection! it baffles inspection; Well, really, I never-did any one ever I'll go home and write to the papers, the papers. ANOTHER PERFORMER OF "LA FIGLIA." OUR fashionable and Protectionist contemporary, The Herald, had the other day the following funny passage in the notice of one of those deeply interesting events, a "Marriage in High Life." It ran thus, "We also noticed MR. B. HOLMES, the father of the Irish bar, and grandfather of the bride." Why, this beats the old story of the "father of modern chemistry, and brother of the EARL OF CORK." The young lady, who has just become a bride, must, according to our contemporary, be La Figlianot of a regiment-but of the whole Irish Bar. Of course, the relationship, if it exists, can only be by adoption, though we never yet heard of the lawyers in a body adopting a young lady, unless she happens to be a ward in Chancery-which we trust is not the case with the bride of the paragraph. An opera called the Daughter of the Bar might make a pendant to the Daughter of the Regiment-though the interest of the former would be serious in the extreme. A Rataplan, with the usual Chancery refrain of "Tin, tin," would be highly effective; and as to accompaniments, the dominant instrument would be the Gross case, of which the Court has always an abundant supply. A QUERY.-Can anybody tell us whether CLEOPATRA's was the needle that took the stitch in time that saved nine ? FROM OUR LONDON CORRESPONDENT. (For the Kilkenny Cat.) they play, among other things, Richard III. and Richmond, and make the very least of them. The public is further assured that the little girls can neither read nor write; a fact at which the public must rejoice mightily. I have heard that the way to improve the notes of singing-birds is to put out their eyes; and, in like manner, to keep an F course you will not be sur- actor in the dark may be the best way of teaching acting. MR. BARNUM prised at another attack by has, however, delicately suppressed one fact-it is this:-He might, if the Saxon upon the last shred he liked-(and, for all I'd answer to the contrary, may do so now)of prosperity that, fluttering, prove the little BATEMANS to be lineally descended from the distinhangs upon our insulted coun-guished LORD BATEMAN, "who was a noble peer," and who, in his try. Yes; the measure of our pilgrimage to various countries, contracted a private marriage in wrongs is now full and run-America; from which union have descended Richard III. and Richmond. ning over. The emerald-like There can be no doubt, had BARNUM minded, he might have proved the pearl of old-is dissolved this; and have further illustrated the fact, by showing the BATEMAN in the nitric acid of England. family arms marked in the nape of the neck of either actress. Perhaps, Was it likely that the Crystal however, this may remain over until the "benefit." Palace, as it is called, would that Irishmen hammered the iron-and Irish glaziers, as our own MOORE sings, "cut their bright way through" a million panes of glass;-not enough that, to the very structure of the shamrock, MR. PAXTON Owed his notion of the form of his Crystal Temple -(though, of course, all the honour and glory of the idea was given to the Victoria Lily) -but, that a new prize expressly awarded by the Commissioners should be added to the list, in order to outrage our beloved country! reaper. To Irish industry and Irish benevolence, the Scotch and English farmers have owed the gathering of a thousand harvests. Irish riches have gleamed like sunbeams in the corn-fields of the despoiler,-but wait awhile, and " no Irish need apply." The armies of CERES that, for many a season, have landed at Liverpool, and Bristol, and Glasgow, spreading themselves over the breadth and length of the land; economizing their wages, on their return, by condescending to sleep at nights from Union to Union,-these armies will be disbanded by the mechanical reaper. The Saxon farmer is delighted with the prospect; and-I speak upon the best authority, or would I speak at all?-every night drinks success to the mechanical reaper, and confusion to the Celt. Our venerable DOCTOR CAHILL has, of course, been outraged at Leeds. Benevolently disposed to teach the benighted Englishman the true principles of astronomy-as set forth by the College of Rome, and about to prove the sun one mile and a half in diameter, according to the authority of HIS HOLINESS-that astral luminary was attacked by the bigots, but has since come out from the contest in all the triumph of intelligence and purity; having eaten his words like a mess of buttered beans, to the confusion of his accusers. Oh! it was & beautiful scene to behold-a great moral aspect to contemplate-to think of DOCTOR CAHILL, as an astronomical lecturer, teaching the bigotted Saxon the machinery of the heavenly bodies, as accredited by the Court of Rome! I have also to inform you-and I do it rejoicingly-that LORD JOHN RUSSELL has already directed a Government prosecution of DOCTOR CULLEN! The Premier will have his £100; and if it were a hundred hundred, all the better; for wouldn't the money leap from the pockets of the flocks for the honour and glory of the martyr? Of course, the jury will be packed. I may next week send you the names of the Protestant slaves selected by the Government for the dirty doing! If I must-in my duty of your own reporter-allude to other matters, I must tell you that London is flat, collapsed, dead, laid out, after the Glass Show. The greatest news, is a giantess from Lapland; she has only been here a week or two, but I understand contemplates an immediate return to her own country, finding London so mighty dull. And I had nearly forgot the drama is taking a start. MR. BARNUM has enriched the stage with two little girls of the name of BATEMAN SAMBO TO THE "GREEK SLAVE." You a berry pretty image; ob dat dere am no doubt; And HIRAM POWERS him clebber chap, de man dat cut you out; But though you am a lubly gal, I say you no correct; You different from SUSANNAH, dere,-you not like coal-black ROSE. I'spose de reason why your face look mellumcholly sad, |
