"I went (at Limerick) to buy some of the pretty Limerick gloves; (they are chiefly made, as I have since discovered, at Cork.) I think the man who sold them had a patent from the queen, or his excellency, or both, in his window; but, seeing a friend pass just as I entered the shop, he brushed past, and held his friend in conversation for some minutes, in the street, about the Killarney races, no doubt, or the fun going on at Kilkee. might have swept away a bagful of walnut-shells, containing the flimsy gloves; but, instead, walked out, making him a low bow, and saying I would call next week. He said, Wouldn't I wait? and resumed his conversation; and, no doubt, by this way of doing business, is making a handsome independence." I The Cork Institution is no less pregnant with instruction than the Limerick tradesman : "The plasters are spoiled irrecoverably for want of a sixpenny feather-brush; the dust lies on the walls, and nobody seems to heed it: two shillings a year would have repaired much of the evil which has happened to this institution; and it is folly to talk of inward dissensions and political differences as causing the ruin of such institutions. Kings or laws don't cause or cure dust and cobwebs; but indolence leaves them to accumulate; and imprudence will not calculate its income, and vanity exaggerates its own powers; and the fault is laid upon that tyrant of a sister kingdom. The whole country is filled with such failures; swaggering beginnings, that could not be carried through; grand enterprises, begun dashingly, and ending in shabby compromises or downright ruin." After describing a new house going to rack and ruin, "I would lay a guinea (we should be happy to back the bet) they were making punch in that house before they could keep the rain out of it; that they had a dinner-party and ball before the floors were firm, or the wainscots painted." range A writer with such a pen and pencil as Mr. Thackeray's is an acquisition of real and high value to our literature, and we have not the slightest fear that he will either fall off, or write himself out for, we repeat, he is not a mannerist, and his of subjects is not limited to a class. High life, middle life, and low life, are (or very soon will be) pretty nearly the same to him he has fancy as well as feeling; he can either laugh or cry without grimacing; he can skim the surface, and he can penetrate to the core. Let the public give him encouragement, and let him give himself time, and we fearlessly prophesy that he will soon become one of the acknowledged heads of his own pecu liar walk of literature. PUNCH. LINES, (AFTER WOLFE,) Written on the threatened Death (on the floor of the Not a groan was heard, nor a pitying note, We looked at him slyly at dead of night, No useless advice we on him pressed, Nor in argument we wound him; Few and short were the speeches made, He'll be fresh as a lark to-morrow. We thought, we'll be careful where we tread, And avoid him where he 's lying; For if we should tumble over his head, Lightly they'll talk of him when they 're gone, Till the serjeant-at-arms shall have stayed him. But half of us asked, "What 's now to be done?" 66 Slowly and softly they shut the door, After Radical, Whig, and Tory; And muttering out, "We'll stop here no more," They left him alone in his glory. KICKING DOWN THE LADDER.-We copy the following statistics from a French paper, for the benefit of the happy historian who may have to write the life of Louis Philippe : Since the Revolution of July, 1. There have been 1129 prosecutions against the press. 2. There have been 57 newspapers suppressed. 3. There have been 7,110,500 francs drawn, in the shape of fines, from editors and proprietors of journals. the throne on the shoulders of the very men he has This is not bad for a king who was carried to since thrown down, and lifted into his present position by the very papers he has since crushed. The Charte may be a vérité," but then it is a truth, which keeps itself very private at the bottom of the Puits de Grenelle, for there is not the smallest taste of it to be had at the Tuileries, for love or money-not for love, at all events. What a noble epitaph the above statistics would make ! they would read admirably, just after the words universally regretted." 66 YOUNG ISRAEL IN PARLIAMENT. MR. DEPUTY CORNEY, in that august assembly, the Common Council, whereat-by a beautiful civic fiction-the ligneous powers of a Gog and Magog are wont to attend, inspiring speakers. Mr. Deputy Corney has made a terrible hit at Young Israel. It is the too frequent evil of our times that men speak from the emptiness of their knowledge; just as drums sound the loudest for having nothing in them. Corney is not of these. Corney is full of knowledge; so full, that it runs out at his lips. He has studied Jewish history. He has worked up to his elbows in Josephus; and we doubt not, if he suddenly found himself at Jerusalem, he might, from his instinctive knowledge of the ins and outs of the place, earn a very decent livelihood as guide or ticket-porter. Well, Deputy Corney will not permit Jews to sit in parliament. Wherefore? Why cuticle. The metal shines through him, coloring The ancient vice of "sweating" coin lies at the door of the Jews. They have been known to throw millions of guineas into leathern bags, and "From the earliest periods of their history, the when there to violently agitate them, grinding the Jews were known and acknowledged to be a peo- faces of monarchs-as other folk's faces are elseple possessing no consistent political feeling. (A where said to be "ground"-that they may perlaugh.) They were not admirers of the monarch-spire drops of their precious composition. When ical principle. (Laughter.) the next panic occurs, let every Jew be cast into a leathern sack, that the gold in his stomach may, by wholesome exercise, be made to exude through his skin. When the Jew cannot be shaken in a bag, let him be well tossed in a blanket. They certainly were no great admirers of King Pharaoh but, at the present time, we think it is going a little too far back to take up the quarrel of his Egyptian majesty. This disregard of crowns and royal jewels-a well-known weakness or igno- There is, to be sure a readier, a more wholesale rance, call it which you will, of the Jews-is as way than this; though we fear the squeamishness nothing to a vice of which Christian London, with of modern sensibility will reject it. Otherwise, we its Christian merchants and bankers, and stock-should propose the establishment of a huge national brokers, know so little we allude to a love money. Hear Corney crucible, where, upon the return of every panic, every suspected Jew should be thrown in and "In fact, and there was no use in concealing that melted, and the pure ore separated from the cartruth, money was the element in which they delight- cass; the dross-for, we hope, we would not vioed. They had an intuitive fondness for and power late the last feelings of humanity-the dross to be of grasping that element, and nothing could check returned, for decent burial, to the melted Jew's or abate the appetite. (Increased laughter.) relations. Let Sir Robert Inglis immediately bring This is also true. Yes; we believe it to be in a bill for a Jew's Crucible; earning for himself a lamentable fact, that the young Jew, having the applause of all the truly Christian world, with amassed his first five pounds, has an "intuitive" three cheers more" from Exeter Hall in particular. fondness" towards making the five ten, the ten We are, however, neglecting Deputy Corney. twenty, the twenty forty-and so on; a disgusting habit, of which Christian tradesmen know nothing. Deputy Corney has moreover, accidentally no doubt -as the greatest discoveries have heretofore been Thus-according to Corney-the "essence" of arrived at-thrown a brilliant light upon the dark-commerce is to knock down your own brother to ness of the currency question. Now we know the highest bidder. Cain, in his heart, was, no the reason of the late scarcity of gold. Listen to doubt, the first Jew. Corney. 66 Why, their love of money was so great, that when Jerusalem was besieged by Titus, they swallowed quantities of gold, and the common soldiers were actually obliged to rip up their bowels to come at the precious metal." 66 They were, in truth, essentially a commercial people. They would sell their own brothers." (Great laughter.) "It was really a serious thing to contemplate a Jewish legislature. And if one Jew were to get into parliament, he could not see why fifty should not follow." This we take to be a truth really too deep for laughter. For let us consider the habits of a great body of the Jews, with whom Punch, by the way, is more intimately connected (need he say the Old Clothes Interest?) Consider their opportunities of sapping a Christian constituency. How many a man would be likely to sell his voice with his wornout coat, the Jew clothesman being, of course, provided with money by the Rothschilds to pay for both in a lump. The deputy continues : Here we have it. We rightly talk about a "drain of gold." The very vulgar, we believe for Punch is too genteel to offer himself as an authority on the question-the very vulgar speak of "a drain of gin." Now the Jew being a tremendous dram-drinker of the sort, is continually taking this drain of gold. Could we some weeks back have seen the Rothschilds, and the Solomons, and the Levis, and the Slomans in their hours of "Only think of fifty Jews in the House of Com privacy, we should at once have known where the mons! Why, Lord John Russell was prettily gold went, inasmuch as we should have beheld the bothered to manage fifty of the Irish members; Hebrews "swallowing quantities"-taking drain what a condition would his lordship be in if fifty after drain from the bank cellars, to the consterna- Jews were to be added to the fifty Irish !" tion of Plutus, time out of mind the bank butler. It is with great deference that we hesitate an The complexion of the Jew shows him to be a adverse opinion to such a sage as Corney; but in gold-drinker. He has a Midas' skin-a golden the matter of a Judaico-Hibernico Parliament, we think that Lord John would be greatly relieved by fifty Jews being opposed to fifty Irish. They might haply react the well-know historical tragedy of The Kilkenny Cats-John O'Connell, of course, standing out from vulgar mélé, and dying in dignity by himself. A Jew is of no nation, says Deputy Corney; or, rather, he is of all nations; his body being a sort of harlequin-like anatomy, made up of bits and patches from all corners of the earth. "A Jew was as much a Pole, or a Russian, or an Asiatic, as an Englishman, and if that people got into parliament, they might, at the sound of a trumpet, scamper off to the promised kingdom, and leave the parliament to work for itself. (Laughter.) They would sacrifice their seats and everything but their money, upon hearing the divine call.' There is much matter in this for serious contemplation. The effect of Jews in parliament upon our commerce is of minor importance; though two bills that Baron Rothschild has already prepared in his pocket-the one to prohibit the importation of Westphalia hams, and the other a check upon all individual enterprise-being no less than a bill to prevent any Christian from driving his pigs to the best market-though, we say, these bills are subversive of our prosperity and freedom, they are as nothing to the likelihood of the Jews taking their usual "drain" of gold at the sound of the "trumpet," and scampering off to the promised kingdom. To be sure, our soldiers-like the soldiers of Titus —might apprehend the runaways; and whereas, in the olden time, the warriors, with cold steel, ripped up the Jewish bowels for the stolen goods, we, with improved humanity, would displace the sword by the stomach-pump. "BUTLERS PANTERY, PORTLAN PLASE. "SIR,-As the riter of all rongs I rite to you in consekwense of a meating held the other day for the ab-bo-lishun of Christmas-Boxes. Grasious goodness! where is inundashun to sease! I said it, and what's moor, I lade a glass of brandy-andwarter to back it, that when the Corn Laws went, we all went. Is tradesmn prepaird to cut one of the funded principles of our glorius constitushun, for if Christmas Boxes is not menshuned in Magnar Charter, they ought to have bean? Is tradesmn to hovercharge and we get nuffin by it? Is we to do the willful waste, and then have the wofull want of our natural parquesights? "When I red the acc' in the newspaper it ware in the Kitching, afore all our famely. If, sir-and I speck within bouns-if, sir,—and I woodn't if it warn't the fact-if, sir-a wotsaname they fire off at Wullige when raining monarqs pays 'em a visit, had droped down among 'em, they cool not have been more compleatly-Ile rite the word agen to give it a hemfaciss-more compleatly as-tonished. Sir I've look'd in Jonson's dicksonairy for a word strong enuf to Express our younited indignashun, and cant find won! To you we apples! Stand our frend, and obleege besides, 10,000,000 others. WE WON'T ADJOURN TILL MORNING. SONG FOR LORD GEORGE BENTINCK. To be sung to Order on Mr. Brotherton's Motion for Till daylight doth appear; We'll go on legislating, Members-We won't adjourn, &c. Too short if life's duration Since clock and watch won't stay ; The speaker may be snoring, His patience till all 's blue. Members-We won't adjourn, &c. DRAMATIC AUTHORS' MILITIA.-The letter of the Duke of Wellington has created the "most thrilling interest" in the Dramatic Authors' Society; who, if the French take London, can, it is plain, no longer take French pieces. Most of the members have enrolled themselves as the Foolscap Rifle Brigade. A veteran translator has been unanimously chosen as colonel, and has addressed the corps in a very animated speech-"adapted" to the Society-from Napoleon's Orations. Mr. Jeffs, the foreign bookseller of Burlington Arcade, having very generously lent the heroes his first "Your ob. serv., floor front, part of the body are therein able to ex"JOHN BINNY. ercise, whilst others translate and adapt in the "P. S. I've jest heerd that 14 reglar dustmn attics. The motto selected by the corps is very of this parish, as always cheered the libral cande-appropriate : "Aut Scissors aut nullus!" dates at the Elecshun as gone over to the Torrys. So much for stoppin our Christmas Boxes! "J. B." COBDEN'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT.-A jar of olives to the kings of Europe. From Mrs. Jane Fritters, in London, to Miss Anna | Then while dressing he'll fall in such fits of abMaria Megrim, Snugley House, Lincolnshire. I TAKE up my pen, love, (there goes twelve already!) straction, That I'm frightened to death he'll commit some rash action; So wildly he 'll brandish his razor about, Of that worse-used of women, a new Member's wife. And on Sundays, of course, as becomes wretched We make it a point to have wretched cold dinners. And as Fritters from prayers, you know, ne'er stops away, He's down at the House, love, by four every day. And what with the Panic and Pressure Committee, (I do wish they'd not make such a fuss in the city ;) And what with Coercion-(I'm sure I've no pa tience With those dreadful Papistical denunciations)— says, if he ran home to dine with poor me, see; For new members have never the least chance of Unless they get up when the old ones are dining: He's grown dreadfully bilious, and I really ugly; Have been sacrificed both on the altar of duty! (Dear martyr!) of conjugal bliss, or blue pill! pens a Sad letter (these shivers must be influenza!) It costs to say " No "—if the man 's an M.P., But when Fritters does get home-at one, p'rhaps, or two He debates the debate to me, all the way through; All about Bullion-drain, (I suppose something sanatory, Then at breakfast, instead of his tea and his toast, At some horrid "returns" or some dismal bl- (Yes, well may they call their books" blue," for I know They make my poor Fritters look dreadfully so.) There I shrug in my shawl, sneezing, shivering, Now waking and dozing, then dozing and waking; For he 's in such a way about that horrid Jew Bill, As some members have threatened, (once I thought Has perhaps gone and "died on the floor of the Only think, then, my love, what relief it must be, But I daren't ask a question, for then he's ex-markable phenomenon in nature, that though frogs planatory,) And supply and demand, and the price of a pound, (As if that was n't just the same all the world round,) Till his talk, like the gold which occasions this bother, Flows in at one ear, and flows out at the other. Every moment I'm startled up out of my doze, may have been falling in frequent showers only a day or two before, and wonderful oysters have been turning out of their beds by hundreds, to furnish food to the penny-a-liners and paragraphs to the press, no sooner does Parliament open than all these natural wonders disappear in a manner almost as mysterious as that in which they present themselves. In the midst of an exciting session, cabbages are allowed to grow unchronicled to a mountainous size; and the oddest fish ever caught, with diamonds forming a perfect bunch of carats in his inside, creates not the smallest impression when the debates occupy For he dreams that he's still in the House, love, the columns of the newspapers. The unhappy you know. penny-a-liners, who are often obliged to adopt a Gallic custom, and make a dinner of frogs-animals of whom it may be said it never rains but it pours-will be severe sufferers by the stop that is put to their customary calling through the meeting of Parliament. We have heard of old penny-aliners, who having once got an enormous gooseberry into their possession, have contrived to live upon it three months in the year, and leave it as an heir-loom to their children, like the chancery suit bequeathed by the lawyer to his posterity. Existence is denied: A BEDFELLOW you are, 't is plain— Till Eve was by his side. DUCK SHOOTING.-Mustang writes from the city of Mexico that "Instead of the double-barreled fowling-piece, or the boat, sand-bag and swivel gun, the Mexicans erect a battery on shore at the edge of the lakes, where the water is of the depth of We think the frogs, the fish, and other animal from one to two feet. This battery is constructed of prodigies who have fallen into insignificance in gun-barrels, with a stock about six inches in length consequence of the commencement of the session, from the breech-pin, six barrels put upon one stock, have excellent ground for petitioning the Commons and an iron pin one inch in diameter fastened to the to take their case into consideration, and either stock and fitting into a log underneath, to prevent restore them to their accustomed consequence, or it from rebounding, and at the same time enabling offer them some compensation for the loss of it. the owner to easily remove them for the purpose of A procession of these ill-used prodigies, headed by loading them with ease and facility. The heavy a frog who has figured in all last year's showers, pieces of timber are properly placed, in order to would have considerable effect in exciting the sym-give the proper direction to the guns, five or six tier pathy of the legislature; that is to say, if the leg-high, and of a length in proportion to the number islature has sympathy to bestow upon any thing of guns the person may have. Into these timbers that is not of Irish extraction. the guns are placed, and held by the pin running from the stock into the hole made to receive it, and THE enigma following was published in the Ana-fastened still further by an iron elevating screw at lectic Magazine for May, 1815. He who copies it has never met with its solution, and would be happy to know it, if any kind reader of this paper will enlighten him.-Atlas. If it be true, as some folks say, "Honor depends on pedigree," Painted on parchment nice- Unless they were together. For though I've tongue and often talk, Not such an end but that I've breath, I make but small objection- THE ENIGMA.-We have received the following original answer to the enigma in the Atlas and Transcript of yesterday.—Transcript. Although, good sir, I cannot claim the end of the breech. Thus they are directed so as to bear upon the water from 20 to 1000 yards from the battery, and others at different distances from the surface of the water, in order to take the ducks on the wing as they rise from the water. Food is placed in the water which they are very fond of, and morning and evening they come to feed in great numbers. The guns are discharged by a train of powder running along the whole length of the tiers. Thus prepared, as soon as the game gathers, they touch the barrels bearing on the water, and then as they rise they fire the balance, and by this mode they not unfrequently kill over 1000 birds at a time, which are brought to the city and sold;-however, they are often disposed of at a mere song.' How would it do to try this method around New Orleans, Mobile, Charleston, Savannah, the mouth of the Potomac, &c. &c.? If it would succeed as well there as it does here, it would enable many to feast on ducks who now only enjoy them occasionally. There is no doubt but the ducks can be induced to congregate at any place where they are properly baited for." ་ MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS, ILLUSTRATED BY 120 ENGRAVINGS FROM DRAWINGS BY HARVEY.— The obligations which the reading public has been under to the Messrs. 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