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FROM EXCLUSIVE SOURCES OF INFORMATION. No. 1.-To THE ELECTORS OF HERTFORDSHIRE. GENTLEMEN,-In again soliciting the honour of re-election at your hands, permit me to remind you that the Truthful and the Beautiful are One.

In distant ons the Attic Philosophers of the Garden and the Porch worshipped, under Melodious Types, the Graceful and the Strong.

I am, therefore, distinctly in favour of a large reduction of the Malt Tax. Beautiful Tusculum! There CICERO mused as he wandered through the Shady Grove or listened to the murmur of the Classic Stream. Yes, there is a spell in its very name for the Scholar and the Poet! Accordingly, I would support any well-considered measure for the extension of Reform in a Lateral Direction.

Oh, Eros, young God of Love! Oh, Aphrodite, Fairest of the Celestials! Oh, Hebe and Others! Ye still rule, ye Olympians, in the hearts of Men!

I shall, therefore, not attempt to interfere with SIR J. P. WILDE's administration of Justice in the Divorce Court.

Genius, thou art Immortal and Supreme!

Matters it whether thy Votary finds Expression for his Dream of the Ideal in the Chisel of the Sculptor or the Gillott of the Bard? Again reminding you that the Truthful and the Beautiful are One, I have only to state in conclusion that I would give a consistent support to the policy of the EARL OF DERBY; and I am, gentlemen, Your faithful servant,

E. G. E. LYTTON BULWER LYTTON.

L'AMOUR A LA MODE.

I COULD love you, dearest creature,
Had you but a better rental;
You are fair of form and feature,
And so sweetly sentimental.

I could love you, fairest lady,

You should take my heart in keeping,

But my income's rather shady,
And your dress is very sweeping.

And love within a cottage

Pleasant is, but prudence "axes,"
Will Cupid make the pottage,
And will Amor pay the taxes?

I love you very dearly,

And Love says "no longer tarry;"

But I really don't see clearly

How on earth we are to marry.

Life can't be always Maying

May-flowers fade, and so does pleasure And you doubtless know the saying, "Wed in haste, repent at leisure."

To get married and be happy,
Would most certainly be jolly;
But when you get old and "cappy,"
We'd be rather melancholy.

The parson he would "jine us,"
But my small account at Cox's
Would soon be on the minus

Side, with balls and opera boxes.

Come, let's get the parting over,

We'll be friends still, true and steady,

And you'll wed this other lover,

Who has far more of the "ready."

At many another meeting,

We shall flirt and laugh together; Yet no more tender greeting,

Than a chat about the weather.

And he'll never know, dear, will he,
Of our walks in woodlands shady?
We'll forget we've been so silly,
When I greet you as "My lady!

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P.S.-Do not forget the identity of the Truthful and the Beautiful. It is an unstatesmanlike falsehood to say that they are not The Same Concern.

No. 2.-TO THE ELECTORS OF PETERBOROUGH. GENTLEMEN,-My principles have long been well-known to you; and in again requesting the distinguished honour of your suffrages İ have nothing to retract.

Positive information has reached me that the Superior of the Jesuits, disguised as a milkman, is at present lurking about the lowest purlieus of your ancient cathedral city, seeking whom he may devour. With a view to the prevention of railway accidents I am prepared to bring in a bill prohibiting the employment of any Roman Catholic as a plate-layer, stoker, engine-driver, or guard.

The condition of our workhouses has deservedly attracted much attention. It is my determination to move that every Papistical pauper shall be put on low diet (except on Fridays, when he shall be compelled to eat two pounds of beef-steak), flogged twice a week, and refused all medical aid.

I am not at present prepared to sing, unless my constituency should really desire it. Even in that case my conscience would forbid my attempting the well-known ditty, "The Pope he leads a happy life!" I am, gentlemen, Your faithful servant,

THEATRICAL NOTE.

G. H. WHALLEY.

MISS ADAH ISAACS MENKEN cannot consent to end her performance yet. She is advertised to appear again. It is curious how she objects to close.

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very healthy, near Regent's-park.

CHILDREN (Nurse); could take a family, low; commencing 3s. 6d. per week; This may be proposed to ingenious readers as a riddle. The want of the advertiser is evidently "children." It is clear that a nurse "could take a family," but why that family should be low passes our comprehension. We presume that she would object to a family that was respectable, turn up her nose at a family that was genteel, and mock at and scorn one that was aristocratic. Then how can a low family "commence at 3s. 6d. per week?" and why should 3s. 6d. per week be considered "very healthy, near Regent's-park?" The health of the sum of 3s. 6d. does not vary with locality. Let us hope that the wishes of the advertiser may be speedily crowned with success, and that she may meet with the lowest of families and the healthiest of three and sixpences in the immediate vicinity of Regent's-park. Astley's Theatre announces the return of "that public favourite, the daring and graceful actress, MISS ADAH ISAACS MENKEN," in terms that compel us to say of the eccentric and dazzling concoctor of the advertisement, "again he urges on his wild career.' The gifted writer says:-"The happy termination of the war recals her (MIss MENKEN) to America, but before leaving England MR. E. T. SMITH has secured her services for Astley's for only a few nights!" Happy America, where the war is terminated! Wretched England, about to be deserted of its MENKEN! And thrice happy E. T. SMITH to have secured her services for only a few nights!

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"This graceful and classic actress is the first of all those who have appeared in the character of Mazeppa who has dared actually to ride on the bare-backed steed up the rakes of the theatre."

TOWN TALK.

BY THE SAUNTERER IN SOCIETY.

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THE whitebait having been eaten, the season may be accounted virtually over. Of what was said and done at The Trafalgar on the occasion, though of course present, I am too modest to speak; but I may divulge, that the delicate little fish was fried, devilled, and souchied in deference to MR. GLADSTONE'S taste for triplets, while the sherry was all Amber(ley) in delicate compliment to the paternal affection of EARL RUSSELL. A few Innocents, in no sense important, remain to be massacred, and then the Herod-itory bondsmen of St. Stephen's will be free to depart and take a blow on the moors or wheresoever else they elect, until the time comes for them to be elected. TALKING of elections, I see Liskeard, the so-called " model borough -and no place ever deserved the title less-has been setting what I suppose we must call its wit to BERNAL OSBORNE's, and has come off a little the worse in the encounter. Until his time, since that of CHARLES BULLER, few small constituencies have been so lucky in getting little places and appointments from Government. It has in fact parted with its birthright for a good many spoonfuls of pottage, and is entirely in the hands of a few local legal luminaries, who eke out general practice with a political agency. Henceforth I suppose we shall hear nothing more of it; it has retired to the limbo of little constituencies. But the underhand way in which it has plotted against its last member is not a graceful act of retirement, and the new candidate, SIR ARTHUR BULLER, should lose no time in trying to prove non-complicity in the affair. He is not expected to possess his brother's genius, but he ought to keep the name untarnished by a suspicion of political larceny. In other respects he and his constituents are well matched, for they resemble the men who returned CHARLES BULLER as much as he resembles that clever statesman.

TRIAL by jury is no doubt a great institution, but it by no means follows that juries are what they should be. About the most flagrant act of injustice ever committed by a jury, was a decision arrived at by a special panel last week before the Chief Justice. A widow sued for damages for herself and children for the loss of her husband who was run over by an omnibus under circumstances of admitted neglect. The summing-up pointed out clearly, that though the poor fellow was crossing the road at an unexpected point; that even though it amounted to carelessness (which I can't admit, for surely one may cross a road anywhere)-was no reason why he should be run over. The jury after some delay returned a verdict for the plaintiff, damages forty shillings, or as they subsequently apportioned it-ten shillings for the loss of a husband, and thirty shillings for the loss of a father, the latter sum to be divided among several children. As CHIEF JUSTICE COCKBURN remarked, this is "too much or too little," and it was quite plain, as he further said, that the men who had taken an oath to administer justice had "evaded the responsibility of a satisfactory decision, and some of them being for a verdict of substantial damages, and others against it they had agreed to compromise." I hope such a verdict is unparalleled in the history of juries.

THE Coroner's inquest at Staplehurst has resulted in a verdict of manslaughter against BENGE and GILLIMORE. Under the circumstances nothing else could be expected, but I think the company has been exonerated on too easy terms. The rules and regulations are obviously very faulty, and the power given to an uneducated man like BENGE, over the lives and limbs of so many helpless travellers shows a blot in the system. Curiously enough all the precautions against accident prescribed by the rules are carefully ordered to be taken when they are obviously too late to be of service. One thing is clear:-not a rail should be disturbed until notice has been given at the station preceding on the line where repairs are required. A small battery with the means of attaching it to the telegraph wires, should be carried by every gang of plate-layers; the expense would be very small compared with the saving of life, and the operation so simple that a man who "mislooked the time table," could hardly make a blunder.

We trust our million readers will not misunderstand this. The distinguished paragraphist has only forgotten in his enthusiasm that the general public are unacquainted with hippodrome technicalities. He does not mean to say that MISS ADAH ISAACS MENKEN actually rides the bare-backed steed over those padded, scented, wigged, patentleathered, eye-glassed old (and young) roues who are supposed by some worthy but mistaken people to be found constantly behind the scenes of a playhouse. No! MISS ADAH ISAACS MENKEN, graceful, classic, and daring though she be, would shrink from such a cruel task. The word "rakes" signifies those raised and inclined platforms up and down which the bare-backed steed walks, or rather stumbles, with his fair burden on his back. The old fogies with the false teeth-suppose, in spite of the heat will be warmly supported by his friends "ghastly grinners in the booth of Vanity Fair," as THACKERAY Would have called them, are still safe-Mazeppa would not touch them with a horse-shoe, though he might, perhaps, with a horse-whip. But to continue the advertisement:

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I SEE TOOLE, the inimitable, takes his benefit to-morrow, and I and admirers-at any rate he should be stoutly backed by those corpulent people, who having nearly fallen victims to the BANTING epidemic were restored-I may say, "brought round"-by the laughter he provokes. By the way, is the manager of the Olympic so occupied in prosecuting music halls, that he can't attend to the interests of that theatre, or does the company, joint-stock, disagree with the company theatrical? Twelfth Night, as revived here, does not seem to prevail on the British public to come, and might be plaintively advertised therefore as "What, you won't!" What has become of Mr. HENRY NEVILLE, and is the stock of French dramas exhausted, that we have no new and original pieces from Mr. TOM TAYLOR?

THE LAST OF THE ENGLISH IMPROVISATORES.-Ultimus SLOMANorum.

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OUR FRIEND

CABBY AGAIN

Stingy Party:-"ARE YOU NOT SATISFIED, SIR ?"

Cabby:-"DON'T MAKE NO COMMENTS ON IT-YOU'VE DONE IT NOW, AND THERE'S A HEND OF IT-BUT RESPECT MY FEELIN'S!"

A CUR-SORRY COMMENT ON A PANIC.

BY K. V. K. AN' M.
"Hark, hark, the dogs do bark."

IF you please, MR. FUN, from the way that you spoke of the dogs in the late exhibition,

The dog show, I mean, over Islington way, I guess you've a kind disposition,

And will let every dog have his day, or his say, just to utter a word in defence,

Or pour out his whine. (I'm in no mood to jest, my sorrow's so very intense.)

They say that I'm bad, that I'm mad, and, egad, they all of them vow I must die;

But I've just got one question to put to them first (it's dog-Latin), and that is, "Cur-why?"

There's only one reason that they can allege, which must, as you very well know, be a

Mere groundless panic, because it is proved that the dog-days don't bring hydrophobia.

And as for the cases you read in the papers you ought to have far too much wit

To put faith in what they say. You do not believe there's been anyone bitten, a bit.

But even if there were, that can't surely be grounds for destroying the whole canine race.

You cannot mean that, or, at least, if you do, I'll just put a similar

case:

Because one Teuton tailor committed a murder, you would not instanter determine

To hang every tailor, who's German, for fear of crime there his breast is a germ in.

Don't kill us, then, please, because life's always sweet, though a street-dog's existence is bitter.

I have been in a mess ever since the first day I was born; I was then in a litter.

I was never brought up, but I was taken down-to the river, a stone my neck tied at,

But I shied at my fate and escaped, but since then by hard fate have been frequently shied at;

For while I was still a young dog-a sad dog-they cut off my tail for a lark,

And, poor vagrant, I now am a wandering voice-I should say, a rudderless bark.

I'm a scavenger living on all sorts of scraps; I feel certain benevolent men'll

Be pained when they learn I depend for my board, as well as my bed, on a kennel.

Now I'm shunned in a pointed and personal way by each single soul upon earth; And born to such straits as I've tried to describe, I'm not used to this very wide berth.

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So pity my case, MR. FUN, and please call on your readers to pity

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To a race they entitle "the true friends of man," and which haven't just now got a friend.

Pray pardon the length this epistle has reached-it has reached it I cannot tell how,

But I trust you'll insert it. In which hope I close my letter, and make my bow-wow.

SING, WHALLEY, SING!

MR. WHALLEY is opposed to any measure which will recognize the influence of the Masses.

THE CANDIDATE FOR STROUD.-The Headless HORSMAN (by the kind permission of CAPTAIN MAYNE REID).

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Father Thames (with effusion):-"G-GOOD BYE! I MAY NOT SEE YOU HERE AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"

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