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And then I know not what tender emotion stirred me, but I felt a

tear trickling down my cheek. “Farewell, Honesty !” said I again,
as I put my hand into my pocket for my kerchief.
It was gone!


When Paterfamilias reads with such care
I HAVE come to the conclusion that 'tis not the best way to get

The daily prelections from Printing-house-square, through a story to begin at the end. 'Tis an unprofitable way at best,

Does he think, as to wisdom like theirs he aspires, and tends to lead one into digressions. Now, digressions will be the ruin

Who's hid by the curtain, and who pulls the wires ? of me in this world and the next. I shall be so beset with digressions

Does he ever, as dauntless as stout DELORAINE, I shall never reach my destination.

Desire, as did COBDEN, to worry Delane ? 'Tis a very butterfly-like temptation. Here was I set down to Does he really believe what the sage “leaders” gaywrite you out my journey, and I've not got three steps from the bottom When to-morrow will come contradicting to-day, of Ludgate-hill. And this because of my fatal failing for digression. And the view that the public believes comme il faut, I had proposed to write a chapter on PickFORD's vans, and another on Is inspired by the spleen of that weathercock, Lowe ? Public Executions; but here's the end of my tether, and I am still Does he find that whene'er in that view he confides standing with one foot on the kerbstone and the other in the That the wayward opinions change like the tides ? kennel.

Did he turn to his bees with increasing delight As I was writing that last sentence, I felt I could bear it no longer.

When he read what the “Bee-master” once used to write? It had rang in my ears all day. I had looked out of window, and out

Does he really believe that "Historicus" knows of doors, and upstairs, and downstairs, but I could not discover whence

More than all men, when learning he pompously shows ? it came.

And when “S. G. O.” venom 'gainst Bishops will brew, “I can't get on! I can't get on!”

Has he never found out 'tis the tongue of a sbrew ? 'Twas a little plaintive voice like a child's. I can't get on!”

The strange second column will yield to his wife This time I traced it to its source. 'Twas nothing but a little squirrel in a revolving cage. As he ran, so his

Mysterious enigmas, queer stories of life,

And tidings will come from the ends of the earth, prison turned, and he still kept crying, “ I can't get on!”

To herald a death or acknowledge a birth, Oh, great principle of Liberty! 'was I wrong to make the instant de

Does he even, with innocence green as in youth, termination to set that poor little captive free? My heart assures me I was not. I fumbled at the wire-fastening-it resisted my efforts; but

Believe that the telegrams always tell truth? the squirrel bit my fingers all the same.

N'importe, as the French say, he'll stick to his Times,

Nor class inconsistency e'er among crimes, Another digression. But it shall be the last. I have sworn it, and When weary with “leaders” he'll turn to the place so there's an end of the matter. And 'tis no much matter either, for Where Russell's pen goes at so gallant a pace. after all 'tis no more than this:

And little he'll care for the right and the wrong, As I stood on the pavement at the battom of Ludgate-hill, with one While gaily the JUPITER thunders along. foot on the kerb and the other in the kennel, I suddenly remembered that it was LORD Mayor's Day. “Shall I go and see the show ?" said I to myself. And myself answered, “I'll be hanged if I do!”

A case for the S. for the P. of C. to A. And I didn't.

We beg to call the attention of the active and energetic Society for

the Suppression of Cruelty, to a piece of barbarity recorded in the Bagged.

Standard. That paper, in its impression of Tuesday, the 8th November, A CORRESPONDENT writes to complain of the growing tendency to

says :slang, and instances the following advertisement as a proof of what he

“Madame States and Mr.Rigby have been singing uninterruptedly since Thursday

evening. alleges :Bags! Baas! BAGS!

The managers of the Corent Garden Concerts were guilty of the CORMACK's Great Bag Warehouse.

most heartless cruelty to compel two people—one of them a lady-to He asserts that the word “trousers” should be used instead of the sing without stopping for very nearly a week. This ought to be seen vulgarism “bags." Our friend is quite inistaken as to the articles | to at once. referred to. They are not such as one thrusts one's legs into, but the kind of bag into which (after making such a stupid mistake) he had better put his head!

Inswers to Correspondents.

American Irish.

[We cannot return rejected MSS. or Sketches unless they are accompanied We ha

I by a stamped and directed envelope. We can take no notice of communicaAmerican element. We have been glancing at a journal, probably not?

:- tions with illegible signatures or monograms.) very well known, entitled The American, and we have discovered in one

AN ADMIRER OF “Fun's " Poetry. Thanks. of its leaders strong evidence of American-Irishism. The article

Gee Bee.- None of your Gee-bee-ring! “ Diet” begins with Yankee twang enough, speaking of the negro

Cauld KAIL.-Pretty fair, but nothing very startling. etwang enouşa, speaking of the negro ANTI-HUMBUG.-We can't insert your queries, which are too personal; development of muscle as “probable superior" to that of other-no, | but we agree that the Geographical Society is a great do! Anybody can be we quote incorrectly—“to other people." But the Hiberniau influence

an F.R.G.S.-even the publisher of a Gazetteer! is very perceptible in the passage which follows:

AN ITALIAN REFUGEE.—Nothing of the kind !-you're our old corre"The North-American Indian is a specimen of one development on animal food ; in spondent “ S.” endurance they equal the Highland Scotch, prubably neither inferior nor superior." | S. B. (Aldgate.)—Very good for a boy of fourteen. Take lessons.

We are not quite sure who “they” are. Does our friend mean that Teague (Brighton).-Would be passable, if not so like the sort of thing the North-American Indian are P-but, surely, when “they” are we are fatigued of. _ . definitely asserted to be “equal" to the Highland Scotch (* they ”

A BROWNITE.—Thanks. must be pretty 'cute!); there can be no probable possibility of their

G. H. S.- Under consideration. being either superior or inferior. It does not require a knowledge of

E. R. (Norwood) sends us the following: "Where ought donkeys to

find the best stabling ?-In assize towns, to be sure." We have puzzled over EUCLID to tell one that things cannot be equal and unequal to each

that for a week, but we don't see what its point is, unless E. R. always other at the same time.

resides in assize towns-at least, that's the only connection we can see be

tween the locality and the animal. Wines and Spirits.

F. W. R. (Slough.)-Slough-we beg pardon-how could you suppose The Paris Correspondent of the Morning Star announces the

yours a parody? Your lines resemble“ Beware" about as much as General approaching marriage of Home, the spiritualist, and MADAME Moet,

Tom Thumb resembles Longfellow. “the champagne widow." We are glad to hear that Home has

Declined with thanks :-H. E. W., Bristol ; J. R., Exeter; G. S.,

Willenhall; A. G. C.; T. S.; F. H., Manchester; J. V. Y., Melton adopted so respectable a trade, and that henceforth his dealings in

Villas ; S. E. P. M.; Sconi; 'W. H. E., Eskbank; Old Cock'; H. R., “Cham"- with a "0" instead of an “g"—will be of a nature we Walworth-road; F. D. H., Russell-equare; J. G. B.; J. W. H., Manneed not deprecate.

chester; G. W. N., Old Kent-road; A. G., Great Western Hotel;

J. J. M., Hull; H. G. C., Clapton ; J. B. 0. D.; A. Y. Z.; Stoicus ; COMMENDED to the notice of the Board of Inland Revenue.-How A. N. F. F. R. T.; Skyblue; H. 'H., Bristol ; M. G., Denbigh-street; did MR. THOMAS CARLYLE Eboot Niagara ?— With a poetical license. A. G., Norwich.

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figger which they was some on em old wimmens spanels a bustin THE GREAT DINING QUESTION.

with good livin i don't want to be nasty But if was to blo upon You SIR, -As a well-known caterer for the public, permit me to express would be wuss for you than yure humbel servvent to command my admiration of your remarks on the above subject in last week's

J TROTTERS. number. They touch, Sir, what I may be allowed professionally to call the marrow of the theme; whilst much that has appeared in other journals has been dictated, I fear, by sadly interested motives.

The inherent vices of our present system are show and varied cookery.
The diner's golden rule should be, “Go to a plain house which gives a

Flow down, sweet Tamesis, to the sea special article." Our modern dining-rooms are glass, gilding, and

Thy stiff old stream deliver, upholstery. What pays for all this? The scanty pittance of the

No more on thee I'll row, says Skey, struggling clerk! Varied cookery means extensive apparatus. From

For ever and for ever! whence is this wrung? From the hard-won earnings of the weary

Row boldly, row for pluck or spree? warehouseman !

The notion makes me shiver, Against these abuses my system is a triumphant protest. My rooms

I'd surely be insane, says Skey, are comfortable without being luxurious, and I devote myself entirely

For ever and for ever. to the perfection of the succulent and nourishing pie. For the small sum of scvenpence (the very figure you name) I provide a large beef or

But here I'll sigh and take my tea mutton pie, bread, and a pint of porter ; should any inordinate appetite

And muse upon the river, require more, potatoes are forthcoming for one additional penny! No

And here of thee will hum, my Skey, thing but the very finest meat appears on my table; and, as a proof of

For ever and for ever. this (and of my purely disinterested motives in writing to you), I enclose my butcher's bill for one day, which you are quite at liberty to

A thousand pants will dream on thee, publish, together with the name and address of Your obedient servant,

A thousand barges-nerer! Original Pie Rooms, True Blue-street.


I disagree with thee, my Skey, [We print the enclosure as our correspondent requests : but cannot

For ever and for ever! divest our mind of the impression that there is some mistake in the selection.-Ed.]

The Middlesex Registry. mousers mews, catdogan Street. SUR,—this cums open as i shall git my muay Tomorrer which i ave A RUMOUR, since contradicted, that Chief JUSTICE BOVILL had call a manny times an must Ave It them last lot the price was not rose appointed his son, an officer in the 17th Lancers, Registrar of Middlesex, as was wuth dubbel the muny bein prime fed in a swel naborood let created a great deal of unnecessary stir. The young soldier would alone the perleese bein so down on a cove as it aint wuth a cove's wile have been eminently fitted for the sinecure. As à Lancer he could do and the cats thairselves up to hevery move an the dawgs was the old | all that was wanted—bleed his country.

London : Printed by JUDD & GLASS, Phænix Worl's, St. A: d:ew's Hill, Doctors' Commons, and Published (for the Proprietor) by T. BAKER, at 80, Fleet-srei, E.C.

November 9, 1307.

Pablo Pric is a family man,
A Catholic staunch and a Catalan ;
HER MAJESTY's mails he hath to drive-
His oaths are many—his horses five-

Anda, caballitos !
Master is he of a clumsy craft;
It is cranky forward and cranky aft;
A thing of a weird and ogglesome kind,
With a cab in the front and a 'bus behind-

Anda, caballitos!
Yet Pablo Paig in his inmost soul
Is fond of his calling, upon the whole;
Many might think it infra dig.,-
There is none of your pride in Pablo PriG.

Anda, caballitos!
His visage is dark, his dress grotesque ;-
And a certain air of the picturesque,
Which rather becomes him, possibly springs
From his horror of soap and such-like things-

Anda, caballitos !
To him there is little or no romance
In the frontier limits of Spain and France;
But how he would wonder and stare, poor man,
At a 'bus in the Strand or a PICKFORD's van!

Anda, caballitos !


In a Hundred Years. An extra smile or a burst of tears

A fine to-day or a dull to-morrow

A bit more joy or a drop more sorrow-
All the same in a hundred years.
A thousand hopes or a thousand fears

A lifetime sad or a lifetime wasted

A cup drained empty or loft untasted-
All the same in a hundred years.
If things were thus, as one often hears,

I'd seize the pleasure, I'd leave the sorrow

Enjoy to-day and defy to-morrow, All the same in a hundred years.

MASKS AND FACES. Master Tommy has prevailed on Julia to take him out to buy a mask for the family Guy. This is how the ungrateful monkey shows his appreciation of her kindness !


very sprightly dialogue reconciles us to the threadbare character of the A COMPOUND of BYRON, DELAVIGNE, BAYLE BERNARD, BEVERLEY, and

subject, and the trifle is pretty smartly played by MEBsr8. G. HONEY, CORMACK has been produced with success at Drury Lane, under the

| BANCROFT, and MONTGOMERY, and by MISS MABsBy, and M188B8 BLANCHE title of The Doge of Venice. Many of the speeches are much too long,

and AUGUSTA WILTON. MR. ROBERTSON's Caste continues running as

uch too long, though it would never stop; and its performance, mellowed by and this fault naturally makes the play seem a little tedious in parts;

practice, is now about as perfect as a performance can be. but the scenery and the dresses are splendid. At the close of the first act a representation of the Carnival at Venice is given; this tableau—or series of tableaux—is received with enthusiastic applause. We have

" And Which !" one complaint only to make against it; some of the lady dancers

We are surprised and sorry to find the Chroniclea really excellent actually wear black stockings. These abominations should be worn by

journal, as a rule, and full of interest for lovers of our literaturenobody but maiden aunts and hospital nurses. MR. PHELP8, who had

falling into a vulgar error, which is the prevailing sin of the age-we a thundering reception on the first night of the piece, plays Marino powerfully, but his telescopic method of delivery lengthens the already

mean the too common misapplication of “and which." Our contem. lengthy sentences to a dreadful extent. MR. J. C. COWPER, the

porary, in an otherwise capital article on Spanish ballads, gives a

version, in which the following verse occurs :Bertuccio, has not quite learned to economize his voice; he dresses well, however, and acts in a manly way. MR. H. SINCLAIR makes &

“Beneath the iron of his lance,

The pennon of a Knight of France somewhat rowdy kind of patrician, and MR. BARRETT presides at a

Flew out, in memory of the day carnival symposium with all the ponderous gravity of a Lord Chief

His spear unhorsed the Frankish Knight, Justice. MR. E. PHELP8 is mildly in earnest, and contrives to die

And which he bore from out the fight, game at the termination of the second act. The Angiolina of MR8.

A trophy of that gallant fray. H. Vezi is charming; if it fails a little in dignity it makes atonement This error is becoming epidemic. Can nothing be done to teach people in grace. The width of this lady's range is really something to marvel that “and which” is not to be used unless the conjunction couples the at. The music introduced into The Doge of Venice has been selected

relative to another relative-expressed, and not merely understoodfrom three or four of the Italian masters, and is very well played by

which refers to the same antecedent ?* MR. TULLY's orchestra. With its magnificent setting and very creditable acting, the play can scarcely fail to draw for some time; its

An Oos-ance ! production has planted another feather in MR. CHATTERTON's cap, and we hope that its success will give a fresh stimulant to his efforts on

The Emperor of Austria and the King of Prussia met the other day behalf of the poetic drama.

and breakfasted at Oog. All things considered, we cannot help think A lively farce by Mr. W. S. GILBERT, called Allow Me to Explain,

ing that this friendliness was mere Oos-tentation. has been brought forward at the Prince of Wales's. It is founded

Cur friends the “ Apd-which " Islanders would put this sentence into their ow upon a notion that has been used jusqu'à la corde on the other side of

language thus:-“Another relative-expressed, and not merely understood-an the Channel, both on tho stage and in the comic almanacs. Some which refers to the same," etc.


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Year Book reaches me from MESSRS. WYMAN. It is a useful almanac and contains (besides the usual articles “ without which no gentleman's

almanac is complete") a dinner carte for every day in the year. This BY THE SAUNTERER IN SOCIETY.

feature will recommend it to the friends of the Barmecide, who can A POSITION of great difficulty to both Italy and France has been feast off it easily and plentifully. solved by the defeat of the Red Shirts and the capture of GARIBALDI.

In Broadway, “ Brakespeare" pushes on briskly, and grows in inThe King of Italy has still a most perilous path to pick ; but it is to

terest; and there is a paper by BUCHANAN on Walt Whitman which be hoped that the fatal necessity of a war between the two nations is

should by no means be overlooked. “Musical Critics Criticised” is avoided. VICTOR EMMANUEL will have his hands full for some time to

another of those "surgical” papers for which Broadway is noted-we come in settling internal trouble on this score.

trust the operation will do good. “Bull in the Whale's Belly” is Our Abyssinian expedition is en route, and, if we may trust report,

good Carlylese, though the likeness is rather of manner than matter. promises well. The troops are the right men for such a place, and their The verse is not quite so good this month. “Love's Looking-Glass” Indian style of warfare is calculated to startle his most Christian halts somewhat, especially when it reflects in French, and as it is not Majesty, T'HEODORE.

poetry, but only common verse, might have rhymed more than the I wish our internal affairs looked as healthy. Unfortunately, in alternate lines. Mere versifiers, as most of us are, we ought to be very spite of MR. DISRAELI'S triumphant pæan at Edinburgh, we have particular as to the mechanism of what we write-the poets can play serious troubles here in the South. Bread and meat riots are not pranks if they please. healthy outbreaks ; and an increasing passion on the part of the lawless populace for pistolling policemen is becoming too evident.

The sentence of the Fenian prisoners must have been generally expected. It is satisfactory to think they have had their case conducted by MR. Seymour instead of MR. JONES and MR. ROBERTS. I fear people cannot divest their minds of the impression that these men are to die, because they are Fenians and rebels-or even because they rescued Fenian prisoners—not because they committed a cruel and cowardly murder. I hope, however, that by the time this is in print MAGUIRE will have been pardoned. I think there is a probability of his innocence, and in such a case a man should have the benefit of the doubt.

I know Fun is well known to “ Jack," and is popular in the fo’ke'le -as well as elsewhere. I have, therefore, much pleasure in bringing to Jack's notice some admirable rhymes by MR. ĞRAY, Assistant Secretary to the Board of Trade. They may be briefly described as “Steering and Sailing Rules, thrown into rhyme as aids to memory” —and here they are:

Two Steam Ships meeting.
Meeting Steamers do not dread,
When you see three lights ahead-
Port your helm, and show your Red.

Two Steam Ships passing.

Poor Humanity!
Perfect safety-Go ahead !

Life's but vanity,
Two Steam Ships crossing.

All its visions of bliss must fade;
If to your Starboard Red appear,

Hopes that we cherish,
'Tis your duty to keep clear ;
To act as judgment says is proper-

Must swiftly perish,
To Port-or Starboard-Back-or, Stop her!

Vows are broken as soon as made.
But when upon your Port is seen
A Steamer's Starboard light of GREEN,

Poor Humanity!
There's not so much for you to do,

No urbanity
For GREEN, to Port, keeps clear of you.

Greets a man on his way through life ;
General Caution.

Fortune will beat him,
Both in safety and in doubt

And foes defeat him,
Always keep a good look-out;

He'll be snubb’d by a scolding wife.
In danger, with no room to turn,
Ease her!-Stop her! Go astern!

Poor Humanity!
After the recent collisions in the Thames, these lines come aptly,

What insanity, and may do good service—for one thing, may bring something to the

That a man should ever be born; funds of the training ships, for they may be bought neatly printed on

If he starts thinking card—the proceeds of the sale being handed over for the benefit of the

He'll take to drinking, boys in training.

Reeling home with the milk at morn.
There is the Illustrated Almanac, with a cover like wall-paper-only I

Poor Humanity! wouldn't paper any room of mine with it. The Almanac is printed on

Foul profanity fine toned paper and is crammed with illustrations of which the

Greets a man in the London streets, engraving is as a rule admirable of its kind. But the printing does

Life is a muddle, little justice to the engraver's labour, and the same remark applies to

A dream, a puddle, all the batch before us, except perhaps the Magazine. The cuts do not

Plenty the bitters, and few the sweets. seem to be brought up with any skill, and the result is a bad colour and

Poor Humanity! “rotten” effect. This is a great pity, for some of the pictures are

What inanity admirable specimens of engraving, while Graphotype even would be

Shows, my friend, in each face we see, almost too good for the printing in some instances. Cassell's Magazine

Still we'll be merrycontinues to improve. It is a model of a well-edited and well-written

So pass the sherry, periodical, neither too light nor too heavy, and combining those

This is a fabula told de te. generally irreconcileable things, amusement and instruction, in judicious poportions. The chief story is carefully illustrated by MR. BRADLEY—the drawing on page 49 is full of character and truth. “ William Smudge's Amendment” is a remarkably clever story. The

The Upset Price. Quiver is well conducted, and some of the stories are well told, but the THB miscreant who attempts to upset a train receives a severe invariable introduction of the “goody" element (which of course is, I sentence at the hands of the law-and very justly, too. But the know, an essential part of the scheme of the Quiver) seems to me a little speculator, promoter, financier, or what you please to term him (a overdone. Some of the illustrations are good—that on page 73 is word of one syllable would suffice), when he upsets a whole company curiously bad, by the way. I can't close my notice, however, without of shareholders, literally taking the bread out of the mouths of widows, recording my protest against an article by the Rev. J. B. OWEN on orphans, and gentlewomen, gets—what does he get? In all probability WELLINGTON and NAPOLEON, for its bigotry and unfairness. Everybody's -a testimonial.


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ST. GILES. The time for the reviewing of illustrated books is at hand, and

A LONDON poet sang of late although at first sight these columns are hardly suited for the grave

In exquisitely tender verses, discussion of art topics, our readers must admit that it is “ fun” to

How in their whirl the wheels of Fate, ee a writer in a comic paper teaching solemn critics their work, as we

Changed cars of triumph into hearses. had to do last year, and shall have to do again, probably, this winter.

He said St. James's wit and smiles Critics, as Byrox says, “are ready made," and too many of the writers

Were trodden under foot by shoddywho discourse wisely about engraving haven't served their appren

Bah! let me sing about St. Giles, ticeship to their work. The over-lay-cutter and machine-man who

And chronicle the sin of toddy. at the printing-office, when they call there, would rub shoulders with

Long years ago, St. Martin's Fields them if they were not shy of his inky jacket, conld teach them more

Were ripe with grain and purple clover of their business in ten minutes than they have learnt in all their lives.

Where grisly thieves the Kitchen shields, We don't suppose the gentleman who criticised the art-books for

And yellow 'buisses topple over ; the P. M. G. last Christmas will be allowed to shine in that line this

The very spot, where rose the lark year. Whether the London Review critic does or does not, is not a

To sing its song to all creation, matter of much importance. The Saturday Review critic has opened

Is given over after dark on the subject and there is hope for him, for he evidently “ begins

To deathly deeds and desolation. young." He throws off (in an article on " Illustrations," on Nov. 2nd) with the theory that “wood-engraving is giving up its original métier,

Just where the parson from his door by making itself the slave of the designer in becoming fac-simile

Relieved the sorrows of the humble, cutting, which means trying to look like etching"-wo-condense his

The workhouse shields the houseless poor, remarks into this handy form. Every statement he makes is erro

Who execrate the mighty Bumble. neous, but the error is only the error of ignorance, not the error of

A thousand nightingales in song wilful misapprehension, and there is hope that a writer with his

Have warbled melodies for ages, appreciation of art may yet learn a little more of wood engraving ere

Where now canary-sellers throng, he writes again.

And linnets chirp in tiny cages. To say that wood-engraving is striking out a new line in fac-similecutting is nonsense. Has the Saturday reviewer ever seen DURER'S

Where Strephon sighed and sighed to win, wood-cuts ? They are very early samples of the art, and they are

And dainty Phyllis churned her butter, fac-simile!

The costermonger shrieks for gin, To say that fac-simile cutting tries to be like etching is nonsense,

And helpless rolls about the gutter; too. If the draughtsman's design is like etching, 80 must the engraving

Where Sacharissa 'neath her fan, be, or it is not fac-simile. But does the Saturday critic know RETHEL'S

Was smiling at his lordship's raving, pictures ? Their broad, effective lines are far beyond the reach of

The ragged wife adores the man, etching needle and acid!

Who beats her head against the paying, The critic compares tint engraving, or the cutting of washed

There's not a spot and not a stone, drawings, with fac-simile engraving, very much to the depreciation of

But spoke a poem when we met it, the latter. He talks about “the lines of the engrayer being invented

That does not echo to the moan and arranged to interpret the tinting of the draughtsman.” He has

Of poverty-do we regret it? yet to learn that particular tools cut particular tints, and that the

If we have sorrow for St. James, master engraver can set a 'prentice hand (who begins his lessons by

And sing about its loss of swelldom, cutting tint) to cut it, just as knitting-books direct ladies to "pearl "

We needs must weep St. Giles's shames, so many, “take two together” and “slip” one. (Of course, just as

Although we think about them seldom. there are neat knitters and slovenly, there are good tint-cutters and bad.) When fac-simile cutting is to be done, the work, though it seems equally mechanical, is really more difficult. It is very well to

Quantum Mutatus. say that it is only “cutting away the white spaces, and leaving the Mr. ORGAN, Inspector of Released Convicts in Ireland, in a paper designer's lines ”—but let our friend the critic try his hand! If the

| lately read at Belfast, announces that by procuring employment for leaving lines and clearing out of spaces be all that is needed in fac

prisoners immediately on discharge, and by inspiring them with a simile cutting, why is the Graphotype, to which he compares it, so

sense of personal obligation to him, he has been enabled to restore grievous a failure, when compared with hand-work? To cut a drawing

cut a drawing large numbers to honesty and respectability. Such an amelioration of fac-simile, the engraver must enter into the artist's spirit and know the

the felon is indeed an ORGAN-ic change, and we should like to see a value of the least line-for a mere hair's-breadth, more or less, destroys

good many instruments playing the same tune! it. In truth-and it would be well for the critics to learn this, once for all-both styles of engraving require skill, patience, intelligence, experience, and each is admirable in its way-each is necessary, for

Cut and Shave. there are some effects fac-simile cannot render, because the designer

A BAVARIAN journal, the Gazette de Kempten, announces its intention can't give them; and some effects that tint cannot approach. One more to publish daily a bulletin des mensonges, in which the canards of the note for our critical friend and we have done-when a block by Sandys, day will be kept distinct from the authentic news. It would be well Leighton, or any of the big men is being engraved, the engravers call if our English papers would take the hint, and have the sub-editorial in the aid of photography, and take a portrait of the drawing; so that

department thus divided under the right heads, though it might not they are not " without a guide for corrections," and do not “ destroy be always essays to keep the canards to their separate pen. The the original utterly.'

wielder of the scissors might at least keep all the shear absurdities in Al this preface leaves us little space for the book which suggested | a column by themselves. the discourse-North Coast, and other Poems, by ROBERT BUCHANAN. Fortunately the book does not need much-it speaks for itself. The

Civilization. pooms are among MR. BUCHANAN's best, being for the most part poems

The only daughter of the Indian chief “Spotted Tail" is finishing relating to the trials and sorrows of the very poor and the sinful. One line in the “Ballad-maker" is worth bushels of “proverbial phi

her education at Omaha, where she learns Italian and music. Of course

| the young lady cannot bear the odious name by which her father is losophy" :

known, and so we suppose she is called Miss Peacock, by those who 'Tis hard to find one's way without a light' Through this dark world, seeking the bit o' bread;

teach her to play the peahenno! And being good comes after being fed.

“Gousset, Gousset, Gander !". That line should be written up at the Poor Law Board, in all unions, and-since the Metropolitan Act has begun to deprive poor hawkers

The chief French restaurateur at the Paris Exbibition is reported to and costers of the chance of earning the “bit o' bread”-in all the

be a bankrupt, and his liabilities are estimated at 1,500,000 francs. police-courts of London, For the excellence of the drawings the

There can be no doubt that the grasping meanness and mismanagement names of the artists employed give a sufficient guarantee, and the of the Imperial Commission must be held responsible for his failure. BROTHERS DALZIEL appear to have taken extra pains to teach the un. This is not the only instance in which they fratricidally killed the learned critics that they can cut in tint and fac-simile equally well. I gousset with the golden eggs. Altogether, Messrs. ROUTLEDGE's Art-book bids fair to be one of the first if not the first of the season.

“The Best Substitute for Silver”-Gold.

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