N- Q | ( The Second Quarterly Part will be issued at the publication of No. 26. Part I. now) D TT T » T T ci T » n t\ „ r. T ___ _ „ O. [ ready. Each Part to contain IS Nos. in a Wrapper, for Is. Post free, Is. 6d. j f U D L i O H HI D WEEKLY. [ PRICE ONE PENNY STRANGE ADVENTURE IN ST. GILES'S. TALES OF THE TOWN. MRS. LORIMER SPINKS; OE, THE MARRIED LADY THAT WAS A LITTLE TOO GAY. CHAPTER IX. THE ROBBEKY AT MANCHESTER— BILLING AND COOING IN A STABLE— PEARFUL ATTACK UPON CLARA. " Veil; vhat's she to do vith our business?" continued the Jewr after a pause; " at least, vhat's she to do vith this business ? for that reminds me I have something to say to you about anothe, job." " Let's finish about this one first," said Charley, interrupting, for the whispering of Baker had not escaped him. " I hope, there's going to be no chiselling in this business: finish the story Ned.", " Ah, that's right, ma dear," continued Shadrach, " let's have the end of the story." " I have not much to tell," answered the thief. " The Slasher had a good look over the place, and stayed at the hall, I should think, altogether, an hour. We then drove off to Man- chester, nor stopped till we reached the Bush- tavern, at Deaus- gate. The Slasher then took a bed for the night, and desired to know what time the express train went to Birmingham. The cove told him it was three in the morning, and he gave the waiter the money to book for two, and then said he must go over to Stockport, which, you know, is about seven miles— about ten by the railway. Instead, however, of going toStockport Wc Went buck to Tom Lyons',, in Shudc- Hil, and stopped there till dark. Now the dodge was to get to Rodwell- hall, without being seen by the police, or any stragglers, for the road towards it, and all up to Karsall- Moor, is always so crowded on a Sunday." " I spose vou valked it ?" said the Jew; " of course you did'nt fetch ter horse and stiay again?" " No," answered Baker; " that would never have done; but the Slasher is the chap for dodges, and so is Tom Lyons, for he's had many ajob of this sort before he got a long hearse." " A vhat?" exclaimed Shadrach, in astonishment. " A hearse that they go to funerals with," continued Baker. ' We put the disguises, and any little things we might want inside, Tom Lyons drove, and the Slasher and myself sit upon the top like a couple of death touters; and away we went about half- past nine to Rodwell- hall, l » okiDg for all the world like a death- drag returning from ajob.'' " Veil," said the Jew, again interrupting, " s'help my G— d ! you've gone to hexpense enough ; vun'd think you vas going to rack ( rob) ter Manchester bank, instead of a house shut up in " Chancery. Of course Tom Lyons expects his Regulars; and so ter's another to share in ter trifle we've got." " There's nothing of the kind," said Baker, reddening with passion ; " you think everybody is like you, a thundering, plunder- ing, trrasping, blood- sucking varmint of a Jew, as you are." " Veil, don't fly at vun so— don't fly at vun so," answered the Jew, in a milder tone. " Tom Lyon," continued Baker, " was satisfied . vith a trifle for the help he gave us ; not like you, who would see every man of us put away ( transported or hung) as long as you were safe." " How you goes 011," said the Jew, in a still more soothing tone; " I merely spoke to save hexpense. Heaven knows, out of ter little that been's got by ter job, after ter loss of time, and ter trouble— ter very great trouble— you've been at, you've not enough for yourselves. Ter thing has been managed splendid— splendiS; jny dears, splendid— I say's it, although, may bo, most likely, if thetre's any loss it ' 11 full upon mo. But cro on rith ter story, fnr 1 am anxious to hear; besides, as I told you, I've another little job for you." Both Baker and his companion understood the character of the Jew, but they knew it was to their interest to keep in with him; the eldest of the two thieves was not, however, so easily satisfied, and Charley accordingly continued; " After Ned dropped me into the stable, and a precious size it is, stalls for more than sixty horses, I laid down, I should think, for about three or four hours, for I fell asleep, and when I woke up it was getting dark. So I thought I'd climb up and look about me, and it was lucky I did so, as you'll say presently. This stable is at the back of the hall, and there is a window at the far end of the stable looks into a long lane that goes right round one side of the grounds; after o » e or two trials, I climbed up to this window, and holding on by the rotten brick- work, and rotten it is, for I don't suppose there's been any one there this ten years, I looked out into the lane. The Slasher told me there was a little door opened into this lane, and that was the way I was to let them in; now I thought it precious strange I couldn't see this door, but while I was looking out of the window, and watching the moon rising over Manchester, I heard the large carriage gate that I had come in by, gently opened. I was then standing on the top of the rack, and I had just time to drop back into it, when a short cove, about twenty, poked his head into the stable, and then run underneath where I was stand- ing, and pulled down a heap of straw. I wondered what the devil he was going at, for almost directly he ran out. I waited a few minutes, and then I thought I heard some one under the window, I wasn't wrong, for presently I heard a woman say, ' Noa, Jemmy, I woant; what'll the feyther say if he catches thee.' I thought I'd venture to look out, but I could see nobody, and just as I was stretching my neck out of the hole, the stable door again opened, and the cove came in with a girl, with a silk ttooc ( handkerchief) round her head, and a pair of heavy wooden shoes. •< It was one 0/ the factory girls." interrupted flakes', " they al » 2 T H E TOWN, wavs dress so there,— this I suppose, then, was the true reason you didn't let us in at the stable— why did'nt you tell all this to the Slasher?" "' Cos I did'nt think he'd believe me;" was tho answer, " but hear the lark. The fat little cove was the son of old Dobson, and had been to church with his mother, and as soon as he'd pulled the girl into the stable, and a deviliish nice- looking little piece she was, she Baid, " ' Oh, Jemmy, what'll thee mother do, when she linds thee gone from church ; nay, I woau'er sit down on th'straw— thou'll spoil all my gown— there now, I'm, sitting, what more does'ee want— Nay, I will not lay on the straw, this is the gradely* way— give o'er kiss- ing and pulling me that gait. Let me get up— or I'll kick thee. Nay, Jemmy, nay, I dinna think thee'd be'd serving me this road.' Presently the moonlight came through the window, and I could see Jemmy kissing the girl and she kicking the straw in all direc- tions. After a few minutes she said, " ' Are thee going to stay in this place all nee'tl thou knows, Jenny was ruined through being found here with thy uncle; some one'll oome in.' " Jemmy, however, didn't put himself much out of the way, but I was in a preoious funk when I heard him say, "' Nay, Sally, thee knows th'ould door is bricked up, and no one can come in now, unless they drop out of the rack over our head— why, what a clack thee makes wench about a buss, whoa to see us? and if they does thou knows thou'll be my wife next month.' " Away went the straw again, up and down, and the dust at last so choked me, that, nearly stilled, I was. cawv » U& 4 to sneeze. Up they both jumped; luckily for me the top of tie rack was nine foot from the ground and it was now quite dark; before they had time to think, there was a snuffling noise at the stable door, and Jemmy then told the girl to hide herself under the straw, for it was Ralf the watohman's dog, and that he always came rotiiid with his master at dark to see if all was right. In a minute or two the old watch- man oame in with the dog who kept sniffing all about, aud Jemmy had enough to do to keep him away from the straw. The watch- man seemed surprised when he found Jemmy was there, for he said, ' Why, lad, what does thee do hure? feyther has been looking for thee, and mother missed thee from church.' " Jemmy was wide awake, for he answered ' Heigh, I was roight bad in my bowels, I was for sure, and so I left Church, and come in here and laid down on'th straw for a while.' " The watchman however, insisted upon having the door barred, and went on first, while Jemmy put his clothes to rights. I thought I should split with laughing. ' Oh! Jemmy, Jemmy,' whispered the girl, ' thee'll never leave me here; suppose old Sir Anthony's ghost should oome.' Jemmy told her he wouldn't be but a few minutes, and then I heard the watchman drop the wooden bar over the stable doors, and say that he'd leave the dog at the door, for some boys had olambered over the wall and stolen the apples out of the orchard, " ' That was the d— d dog I was forced to shoot, and oaused all the mischief " muttered Baker. " ' Just so,' answered Charley, ' and » stunner he was ; I've got a dozen quid ( sovereigns) last summer for many a worse.' However, there I was locked up with the girl, and so I determined upon hav- ing a lark come what would.'" " A lark," interrupted the jew; " a very nice ladjfou are, by my life— a very nice lad— so you must have your larks, must you. Veil, I shall know how to speculate my money vith such people another time." " Shut up, you grumbling old viper," said Baker, " and let the boy go on. I have'nt heard this part— go on, Charley, never mind him." Charley did as desired and continued, " The girl got up from the straw and began to straighten her hair and shake herself; while she was doing this, I accidentally moved just over her head; there was no occasion for any larking at that moment she ran to the door, and falling on her face screamed that you might have heard her for two miles, and as I thought it might cause the stable to be searched, I clambered through the window and dropped into a dry ditch on the other side. I skulked about in the hedges until I saw the Slasher and Baker in the road, and I told them the door was walled up, so we got in by cutting through an old gate that led into the orchard and climbing over a broken- down summer house." " Where I nearly broke my leg," said Baker—" we entered the house easy enough, and went through at least twenty rooms, being there nearly half an hour, all nearly empty or else filled with lum- ber and smothered in dust, and I bejan to think we should have our journey for nothing, when the Slasher opened a door at the end of a long dark passage where we -: ot ' he plat- ; this we put into the bags, and then the SI u aer took us up auuthei long passage at the end of which was a staircase wide enough for eight to go up abreast. I had a darkey ( lanthorn) and a bag, so had the Slasher; Charley oarried the other things. There was a large old fashioned clock on the first landing, near which was a painted window look- ing into the grounds. As we creeped up the stairs the clock struck eleven, and I never heard anything sound so lonely. The Slasher told us there was a room at the end of a gallery on the second landing, where we should find enough to pay ns for our trouble. At that moment a light from the garden flashed through the win- dow into my face nearly blinding me, and a man called but,' Who's there?' ' Douse the glims ( put out the lights) and prepare for a row,' said the Slasher. I stepped back, Charley oreeped behind the clock- case, and the Slasher went up two or three stairs. We was not long kept in suspense, for we heard a window open, and a voice inquire what, was the matter. The watchman said that there was some one wandering about the house, and that they were now on the great stair case. The man at the window, whom Charley told us was young Dobson, then asked the watchman to stop there while he got the blunderbuss, to come down to him ; and that he'd call to his father to ring the alarm bell. The Slasher said that we should have to fight it out, but that we must stop where we were, and not use the bull- dogs ( pistols) unless we were compelled. We crawled up the stairs, and he whispering, ' get ready with the Billys ( life- protectors) and make sure of your blow,' fell upon his hands and knees on the top stairs. We had hardly time to do this, when a room- door close to him opened, aud young Dobson, in his shirt, with a caudle and a thundering horse- pistol, made his appearance. The first step he took threw him over the back and shoulders of the Slasher, and he pitched, head foremost, down about half- a- dozen stairs, at my feet; I gave him a kick and a blow with the butt- end of the pistol, which settled him. The watchman, hearing the noise, pushed open the window, and seeing only me, jumped in; the instant he entered, Charley, who was behind the elock- case, caught him a spank full in the middle of the forehead with the life- protector, which felled him in a moment, and he then kicked him from the window into the garden, where he lay, stunned. The Slasher had, in the meanwhile, ruBhed up stairs and secured the old man and woman, thereby preventing their ringing the bell, we tied them with the bed- cords, and afterwards came down to seoure the son and the watchman in the same manner. ' We can clear the house out now,' said the Slasher, for now that the game was up, he didn't care a d— n; ' it's all our own till seven or eight o'clock.' He had hardly said the words, when the dog rushed through the window, and, pinning him by the throat, threw hiin down, and I, without thinking, sent a bullet through his ear. As soon as the Slasher was free, he said, • We must out directly, that pistol- shot has alarmed the rural police, who will inquire into the cause, and, not finding the watchman, come in and search the house.' We had left Tom Lyons with the hearse at a little public- house, called the Black Bear, he pretending lie had been to a country job; the people, however, shut up at eleven, and had gone to bed, and he drove the hearse about the neighbourhood where we met him ; we all three got inside the hearse and drove to Manchester. The Slasher and myself, after changing our togs at Tom's, went to the Bush Tavern, and at three in the morning started for Birmingham; he dressed as a swell, and me as his tiger. We stopped in Birmingham yesterday for Charley, and heard that the electric telegraph had been worked for the Slasher ; for, I should have mentioned, that his mask having come off when the dog- nailed him, old Dobson had recognised him as the swell bloke who came to look at the place. The Slasher, however, got to London by the parliamentary train at six this morning, dis- guised as a tramping banjo- cove, with his face blackened, and all the swag in a portmanteau, directed, W. Richards, professional singer, the Salmon, Union- street, Southwark. When he came to Roade, where you know the slow train stops an hour and a- half, he went into the long refreshment room, and sung, and nobbed ( begged) enough to pay for his dinner; as for me and Charley, we took the coach last night from Birmingham to Barnet, and there got a cart from Fred Hillman, the nianderer ( begging letter writer), and here we are, if I guess correctly, chaffing aside, unu you act square to us, fifty pounds each in pooket, and, what is better, safe and sound." As he spoke he rose from the chair, and was about to fill a glass from the bottle upon the table, when a loud knocking was heard at the door in the passage, with considerable confusion followed by cries from several voices, of " They are in there!' an authoritative voice being heard above the rest, exclaiming, " Open the door Mr. Shadrach, instantly, it is the police." The features of the Jew changed to a livid paleness, and clasp- ing his hands together, he shrieked in German, " Ha, ha, man sicht. man sicht, also cin was man gethan hat ( so, so, you see, you see what you have done;" and then added, " Go into this little room you may escape by ter back vay of ter houses." The thieves, panic- struck at the sudden change which had taken place in their affairs, were rushing into the. small r. ootn so often spoken of in the course of this tale, when Clara, darting from the place where she had so long stood concealed, threw herself before the door, exclaiming, " No, thieves and murderers, you shall not esoape— I have heard all, and I will expose your villanies." " She has heard everyting— its all up vith us," groaned the Jew. " Open the door, Shadraoh," tnundered the voice in the passage, " or the police will not wait any longer." " Utter but another sentence" exclaimed Baker, suddenly springing upou Clara, with a violence that drove her into the room, and forced her upon the bed; " stir, nay, but breathe, and you perish." The cold barrel ot the pistol pressed against her neck, whilst the hand of Charley completely covered her mouth, as Shadrach, opening the passage- door, said, with a smile and a low bow, " Vhy, gentlemen, gentlemen— bless ma heart, vhat's ter matter ? I vos at my prayers, aud you quite frightened me." [ To be continued.] [ Our engraving exhibits the Slasher, one of the housebreakers, in a somewhat peculiar position in St. Giles's, which will be fully explained in our next]. From Mr. Paternoster, Nag's Head, Leather- lane, to J. F. Franks, Esq., T. R. Sadler's Wells. ( In answer to No 8.) MY DEAR SIR— I hasten with pleasure to accept your offer, of being permitted to go on at your establishment as super. I would do anything to get on the stage, or to gain notoriety. Be- tween you and me I have written one or two articles to the cheap publications, praising myself up, and making it out I was a perfect devil amongst the women, cuckolding half the husbands in the neighbourhood. The papers have beeu flats enough to insert these things, and now mobs come to look at me ; the Town, however, was too knowing, and, although I caused one of the above kind, on four sides, of paper, to be sent them, it did'nt appear. The idea of me running after the women. Yours, Sea., & c., PATERNOSTER. From W. Warde, vocalist, Harmonic Hall, to Harry Fox, Nichol- son's Head, Bow- street. MY DEAR HARRY.— I write in great haste to request you to stop the report that I was seen in the Borough- market with a lucifer- girl, at two o'clock OB Tuesday morning last. I assure you it was not me, I don't go that way home. Try and bring over the high- heeled boots you spoke about, for to- morrow night, for Ilook such a guy on the stage by the side of you. Preece rays I look all hat and stick in the duet of the " seedy swell." Yours, sincerely, W. WARDE. From Miss Margaret Raffaels, Rumhunt Cottage, Lower Brixton, to Mr. Bethell, fruiterer and florist, first stand, corner of the grand row, Covent Garden Market. SIR— My Ma desires me to request- that you will send her with the other specimens already ordered, a fine plant, and you are to follow the four directions laid down in " Miller's work on Tulips." It must have a tall stem, the bottom proportioned to the top, the uppermost part rounded off, and not terminate in a point. It must neither turn inwards nor bend outward, but rather stand erect, and it must be neither over large nor too small. An answer by return of post will oblige. Yours, & c., & c., M. RAFFAELS. THE TOWN POST- BAG. No. II. From Thomas Scrivener, Esq., butcher, Clare- market, in answer to Lady Mansfield, Newcastle- court. ( See letter in No. 8.) EXCESSIVELY ABANDONED FEMALE— Your letter has stunned me. What do you mean ? I cannot serve you, for even if I had anything that might suit you, know, disgrace to the peerage of our country, that I have endeavoured, by precept and example, to abolish Sunday trading. I do no business on the Lord's day, whilst you, I am informed, are open for business throughout the whole of the Sabbath. T. SCRIVENER. From C. J. Bird, Esq., to Lysander Thompson, Esq., Britannia Saloon. SIR— I am sorry to hear that there is the probability of " a bespeak " for you at Whitecross- street again. I think that will be the second this season. Your last appearance drew three- and- twenty pounds, and that is very great, as times go. A short, pock- marked woman, hearing the outward impress of a laundress, has been nanging about the place, and inquiring of Carter how you spells your name. She has been showin two or three of the supers some pawn- tickets for countrymen's coats, low- comedy wigs, and other little matters. These things are d— d unpleasant to all parties. Yours, & c., & c., C. J. BIRD P. S.— Rest assured I would send the three and a tanner you write for, but I want every screw I can raise, to get Webb or Dailey to do a lithograph of me, from Cooper's painting, to have ntuck up in the shops. From Mrs. Morris, News- agent, Fetter- lane, to Fred. Ambridge, Esq., Dancing Academy, 148, Holborn Bars. DBAR SIR— After your polite letter, which came safe to hand, relative to your little affair on Monday night, I beg to say that I don't care much for balls now, but I shall give my Fanny a treat on the next occasion, if you send a free ticket, and there are no rude people there ; and, further, if you are certain a long gentle- man of the name of Tonkinson don't visit at your plaoe. Yours, & c., & c., F. MORRIS, P. S.— If you should see my long- nosed, drunken lunatic in the shop, don't leave the ticket with him, or he'll sell it, if it's only for twopence, to go over the water with to his girl. From Fred. Ambridge, Esq., to Mrs. Morris, in reply. MADAM— I at first presumed your letter to be a bit of chaff, as I have no recollection of having done myself the honour of writing to you. I now, however, remember to have seen your Fanny in the City Hall, and one or two other plaoes, and shall, consequently, feel muoh pleasure in forwarding you a free- ticket for two. Yours, & c., & o., F. AMBRIDGE. P. S.— Was the person you name in your letter in the habit of wearing a peculiar ring set with pearls ? • GRADELY.—" Proper, correot."— Lancashire dtalect, Mr. Bethell in reply. Mr. Bethell presents his compliments to Miss Raffaels, and begs she will inform her Ma, that he regrets he has not got the root she desires, and that it is some years since he put his hand on such an article ; if, however, the young lady will come to his stand, he shall be happy to show her what he has got. BAILWAY PEOPLE- THE MODEL GOODS AGENT. Is a young man of rather a swellish appearance; he sports patent leather boots and an Albert chain; he does dogskin gloves and comes out strong in any quantity of light waiscoats ; he was ap- pointed to the situation by a friend at court, without reference to his being thoroughly ignorant of the practical part of the carry- ing business ; he could no more do a day's shipping if required than give two consecutive civil replies; he holds the opinions and instruction of older and better clerks in superior contempt; he does not know and will not be told ; he has a great dislike to the " Camden" correspondence as having a tendency to personalities, and animadverting too strongly upon the peculiar way in which the Model Goods Agent manages!! the station; he will report his clerks for being five minutes longer at their meals than tho time allowed, but lie will not report himself for taking four hours to dinner; he will levy a fine on the porters for drinking beer at the goods warehouse but he omits to fine himself for indulging in brandy- and- water and cigars in his own office ; he will suspend a man a fortnight for uttering an oath, after being bullied for an hour for some trifling fault, forgetting his own language is not to be excelled by Pickford's boatmen, and that the man is only re- taliating by using his own words ; he is much annoyed at the Railway Clearing House; they will keep sending inaccurate state- ments after he has closed his books; he has not the brains to indite a letter, therefore has a person to attend to that department but he has the brains to sign his name to one alter it is written' Besides putting the correspondence out, lie has several other clerks so by the happy contrivance of making different people do the whole of the work of the establishment, is enabled to remain per- fectly idle ( about the only job he is good at), he at the same time get- ting their " screws " screwed down to about 60i. per annum, while eases the company to the tune of 150/.! He is quite aware his abilities do not justly entitle him to hold the position he does, but bounce and assurance, coupled with the grand fact of his being acquainted with a party whose sister married the friend of a young man whose uncle is distantly related to a director, carries him throngh triumphant. He is on intimate terms with the Fore- man porter, aud makes him his confidant; he says it is policy to do so. It is there he gets his information how to answer com- plaints relative to goods not to hand, unentered, overcarried, lost, damaged, pilfered, or never sent, from a basket of anything up to a bag of thread. He is always to be found on the spot when the " gaffer " is about, and although he cannot work the telegraph, he can the oracle. He is exceedingly polite ( in his way) to a lady, and will refer to the guard- book to find an entry of the missing article; he assures her it was duly forwarded; he will write about it at once, and upon receipt of a reply will advise her the result. He is uncommon extensive on the stage, and watches the discharging of waggons with the air of an agent, who thinks he knows a thing or two. And so he does. He knows the dif- ference between a box- truck and a low- sided one, and can tell a hogshead of sugar from a chest of tea. He is also aware that door- mats ( in passages) is one rate, and ornaments ( for use) is another; but he little knows the fast rate he is going to the dogs, and the very low, not to say contemptible, rate which will be ' fixed" for him hereafter. At length it appears, that in com- pliance with the wishes of the public, who write to head- quarters in consequence of the delays and inconveniences they have been subjected to in the transmission of their goods, occasioned by his neijlect and inexperience, and praying for his removal, that he is removed accordingly to a first- class (!) Gateman's place, with a superior level crossing, when he sinks into that obscurity he never ought to have emerged from. PICKLES MIXED. From Joseph Plumpton, comic and occasional sentimental singer, to B. Dudley, Macclesfield Arms, City- road. DEAR BEN.— I'll try and oome up and give you a chant next Monday, if I'm not in the first piece at the Britt.; ah, eld fellow, it an't for the sake of the tickets you takes of me at my benefit that I oomes, or that I goes running aud racing to other free- and- easy's, singing and shouting as soon as I'm done at iioxton. People say I'm oonceited, and likes to hear myself sing ; I never was conceited, you knows that. It's only some of my old enemies, that got me the " dirty turn out" at the Albert in Tom Jones's time, say so. No, no, there's another reason I was a different cove in Glasgow, I could do as I liked there, but now, this infer- nal woman follows me everywhere. I can't sing now as I used to do, I knows that, but to call me conceited, to say I'm a puppy, and forgets what I used to do for a living, breaks my heart. I've learned to sing to music, I'll now try to learn how to walk the streets properly, if it'll please people; what more can they expect from truly your's, J PLCMPTON. From Robert Kennet, Hoop and Grapes, Queen square, to George Kent, Westminster Police Court. ( In reply to No. 8.) DEAR KENT— Don't make a fool of yourself; I don't believe Edwards lost the oopy; the fact of the case is this, you muddles yourself with the queer lush at the other house, for these mistakes never happened when Ihe office was over the way. I dare say the Times people were right about you, for who could'nt write a police report ? any fool could do that, even hoppy Bill George could. I shan't be at home to- nifht for I'm going out with a job. R. KEHNBT. HUMBUGS IN LITTLE- HARDINGE, COTTAGE- LANE, COMMERCIAL- ROAD EAST. There is a cove who lives in Cottage- lane, Commercial- road East, who rejoices in the name of Hardinge, and has made him- self particujarly obnoxious to the inhabitants of that secluded region, by fancying himself excessively superior to those around him, by coming the Methodistioal cant to all who approach him. Of course, this psalm- singing humbug has a purpose to serve in all this, nor should we interfere with his game so long as he kept from us, deeming, in fact, the bastardy laws sufficiently stringent to compel him to be virtuous, even though he might have cer tain hankerings after other things belonging to his neighbours, besides their loaves and fishes. A few days since, this human pump was disturbed whilst ad- ministering spiritual advice to a large girl in a front bed- room, by the passage of our perambulating cart, and being struck with the line " A Stunning Lark," imagined, probably, that if the driver should, from his elevated position, see what was passing, the flock might think it anything but a lark he was at with the girl, rushed into the street, and attempted to tear down one of our placards. The result ended in Mr. Hardinge getting most magnificently rigged, the oastler, a downey- cove, threatening to squeeze his bowels into sausage- skins, and kick his behind into small pleats if he attempted to put his tub- thumping- hymn- book- thumbing mawleys on the cart again. Hardinge shrunk into his four- and- threepenny Northamptons, and sneiked off, nor has he comparatively been heard of since. We therefore warn this hypocritical humbug that we know him, and that, if he again crosses our path, even his insignificance shall not protect him. THE TOWN. 3 MEMOIR OF A FRENCH LADY OF FASHION. ( Continued from. our lust.) " Why do you not commission some one to do it, as it may render your recovery longer?" " Because it is the only thing that can cure me. 1 must see her. Since I heard of her death, and especially since I visited her tomb, I cannot sleep. X cannot imagine to myself, that this womau, whom I quitted so young and so handsome, is dead. I must assure myself of it. I must see what God has made ot this creature whom I so loved and perhaps the disgust of the spectacle will replace the despair of the rememorance. You will accompany me, will you not, if you do not think it too much trouble 1" " What did her sister say to you ?" " Nothing. She appeared much astonished that a stranger should wish to purchase ground and have a tomb made for Mar- guerite, and she at once signed the authority I requested from her." " Believe me; wait for this translation until you are quite re- covered." " Oh! I shall be strong, never fear. Besides, I should become mad if I did not execute immediately the idea that pursues me, and the accomplishment of which is become a necessity for my grief. I assure you that I cannot be calm until I have seen Marguerite, tt is, perhaps, a thirst of the fever that burns me; a dream of my sleepless nights ; the result of my delirium; but should i become a Trappist, like M. de Rancfe, after having seen, J will see." " I can comprehend all this," I said to Armand, " and I am wholly your's. Have you seen Julie Duprat ?" " Yes. Oh! I saw her on the very day of my first return." " Has she delivered you the papers Marguerite had left with hei for you?" " Here they are.'' And Armand drew a roll from beneath his pillow, and imme- diately replaced it. " I know by heart what these papers contain," he said to me. " For the last three weeks X have read them a dozen times a day You shall also read them, but not yet; when I am calmer, and when I shall be enabled to make you comprehend all that this confession reveals of the heart and of love, but of which I should be incapable to- day. At present I have a service to claim from you." " What is it?" " You have a carriage below?" " Yes." " Well, will you take my passport, and inquire at the post- office if there are any letters for me? My father and sister were to write to me at Paris, and I left in such haste that I had not time to inquire about them before my departure. When you return, we will go together and apprise the Commissaire of Polico of the ceremony of to- morrow." Armand handed me his passport, and I repaired to the Rue Jean Jaeques Rousseau. There were two letters in the name of Duval. I took them and returned. When I re- appeared, Armand was completely dressed, and ready to go out. " Thanks," he said, taking his letters. " Yes," he added, after looking at the addresses; " they are from my father and my sister. They must have been in a mystery as to my silence." He opened the letters, and guessed, rather than read, their con- tents, for they were each of four pages, and iu about a mrnute he had refolded them." " Let us go," he said; " I will reply to- morrow." We went to the commissare of police, to whom Armand de- livered the procuration of Marguerite's sister. The Commissaire gave him in exchange a letter of advice for the guardian of the cem etery; it was arranged that the translation should take place at ton o'clock the next morning, that I should call for him an hour previously, and that we should repair to the cemetery together. I alio was anxious to be present at this ceremony, and, I con- fess that the night which preceded this rendezvous, I did not sleep. To judge by the thoughts that assailed me, it must have been a long night to Armaud. When I entered his room at nine o'clock the next morning, he was horribly pale, but he appeared calm. He smiled to me and presented me his hand. His caudles were consumed to the end, and before leaving, Armand took a very thick letter, which was perhaps the deposi- tary of his impressions of the night, and which was addressed to his father. Half- an- hour after, wearrivedat Pere ha Chaise; the commissaire already awaited us. He walked slowly towards Marguerite's tomb; the commissaire walked in advanoe, and Armand and myself followed a few paces behind him. From time to time I felt the arm of my companion tremble convulsively, as if the shudderings passed through his whole body; I then looked at him, he understood my glance, and smiled to me ; but since we left, his house we had not exchanged a word. At a Bhort distance from the tomb, Armand stopped to wipe away the large drops of sweat that inundated his face; I pro- filed by this halt to breathe, for my own heart was compressed as in a vice. From whence arises the melancholy pleasure we take in these sort of emotions ? When we arrived at the tomb, the gardener had with drawn all the flower- pots, the iron trellis work had been re- moved, and two men were loosening the earth. Armand leant against a tree and looked on ; all his life seemed to have passed to his eyes. Suddenly the pickaxes grated against a stone ; at this sound Armand shuddered, as at an electrio shock, and he pressed my hand with such force that he pained me. A gravedigger took a large spade, and by degrees emptied the grave ; then, when there was nothing but the stones by which the coffin was covered, they threw them out one by one. I closely observed Armand, for I feared every moment that the emotion he evidently restrained, would overcome him; but he still looked on, his eyes fixed and open as in idiotcy, and a Blight trembling- of the cheeks and lips, alone proved that he was a pn v to a violent nervous crisis. As to myself, I can say bnt one thing, which is that I regretted having come. When the coffin was completely exposed, the commissaire said to the grave diggers; " Open." The men obeyed, as if it were the most simple thing in the world. The coffin was of oak; and they commenced unscrewing the lid that served as a covering; the humidity of the ground had rusted the screws, and it was with no little difficulty that the coffin was opened. A nauseous odour exhaled from it, despite the aromatic herbs placed in it. " Oh 1 my God! my God 1" murmered Armand; and he turned pale, holding his nose in spite of himself; the gravediggers them- selves recoiled. All ample white shroud, stained with blood in different places, covered the body, some of the sinuosities of which protruded through it. This shroud was almost completely eaten away at one of the extremities, and allowed the points of the feet of the deceased to pass through it. I was very near being sick, and at the hour I am writing these lines, the remembrance of this scene still appears to me in its impas- sable reality. " Let us hasten it;" said the Commissary. One of the men then extended his hand and began to unstich the shroud, and taking it by the end suddenly uncovered the face of Marguerite. It was horrible to look at, it is hideous to recount. The eves were nothing but two holes, through which crawled, the worms- the lips had disappeared; and ihe white teoth were pressed one against the other. The long Dlack hair was glued to the temples, and somewhat hid the greenish cavities of the cheeks, and still I recognized in this eountenauce, the white, rosy and joyous face I had so often seen. Armand, without the power to turn away his eyes from this face, had carried his handkerchief to his mouth, and held it be- tween his teeth. As for myself, it seemed as if a circle of iron compressed my head, a veil covered my eyes, confused murmurs filled my ears, and the only thing I could do was to open a flask I had by chance brought with me, and to inhale strongly the salts it contained. In the midst of this dimness I heard the Commissaire say tc M. Duval • " Do you recognize ?'' " Yes;" replied the young man, mournfully. " Then close it up and carrv it away ;" said tho Commissaire The gravediggers replaced the shroud over the face of the corpse, closed the coffin, took it one at each end, and directed their steps to the place designated for its reception. Armand stirred not, his eyes were riveted to the empty grave, md he was as pale as the corpse he had so lately beheld; he ap- peared petrified. I guessed what would happen when his grief would diminish Dy the absence of the spectacle and, consequently, could not sup- port him. [ To be continued.] TOWN TRIFLES. vouring the pies as if he had only been created for that purpose It is but justice to the young women to say that, although always civil and good- humoured, there is a keep- your- hand- ojiw/ mess about them that repels the vulgar mob who sometimes attempt to take liberties— we repeat the word, sometimes, for it is seldom that even the very lowest will attempt to take a liberty with females who conduct themselves with the decorum these do. The following lines were scribbled on one of the tables by a friend the other evening, the conversation going on in the shop it the time, between the girls and their customers:— " Hold your tongue now, Mister Tom, You know this aint your place; Behind the counter dare to come, And well I'll smack your face. Keep your hands off, sir, and begone, Or the police shall turn you out; We're tired enough, being here all the day, So don't pull our things about. There, now, you've nearly broke two p os, Do let our meat alone. Of course our mutton's young and swe; t, Especially near the bone. Don't bite that rhubarb, Tom, I beg, Your mouth's now full of smut. Our beef is chopped one way, So you'll get no middle cut." A COSTERMONGER'S DESCRIPTION OF PETTICOAT- LANE. " Did you bathe much when you were out of town last year ?" inquired the amiable Madame of Miss F., ot the Lyceum. " No," was the answer; " but I intend going to Heme Bav this season." " Oh!" exclaimed the Queen of Legs, " don t go there, my child; it was through my bathing at that horrid place caused poor Charles to suffer so much." Miss F. asked for an explanation, when the other continued: " The Corporation of Heine Bay never look to its bottom; ana, after bathing about in it for a few weeks, I got all my crevices filled with sand ; and I only found it out through Mr. M. being laid up with the gravel." THE WIDOWER'S LAMENT AT THE GEAVE OP HIS RECENTLY DECEASED WIPE. Dearest, the moon is shining on thy grave, The cold, damp grave 1 little thought to see Some few weeks back, when rallying nature gave My heart fond hopes of thy recovery : But here I am, still weeping over the earth That hides the form I cherished and ador'd; Not unforgetful of thy various worth, Nor those regards thy dying breath implorVl. Years may wear out the libertine's regret, And dry the tears our sorrowing friends have shed, But how can I thy last fond looks forget, Or slight the darling partner of my bed? Thee, whom I've worshipped, sleeping and awake, Both for thy own and for my children's sake ! ROWLAND HILL.— It was Mr. Hill's habit to ride to church in an old family carriage, a practice too aristocratic in the j udgment of one of his flock, who determined to rebuke it. It was cus- tomary in his chapel for notes to be sent to the pulpit, requesting prayers for various objects. One Sabbath, Mr. Hill was proceed- ing with the reading of these requests as usual, when he found himself in the midst of one of the following purport:—" Prayers are requested for the Rev. Mr. Hill, that he may be moreliumble and like his Divine Master, who, instead of riding in a carriage, was content to be borne on an ass." Having read the notice he lifted his spectacles to his forehead, aud, looking around the chapel, observed, that it was true he had been guilty of the fault alleged, but, if the writer would step round to the vestry- door after service, saddled and bridled, he would have no objection to try to ride home, after his Master's example, on the back of an ass. The master of the ceremonies at Vauxhall Gardens for the en- suing season is to be the undying Frank Fox Cooper, the late lessee of the New Strand Theatre; and although some parties have been sufficiently ungracious to say that the title was a misnomer when connected with Fox, he being, on some points, the most uncere- monious man in existence, we still opine Cooper will do the duties of M. C. at Vauxhall right royally. For this office an individual must be something more than a dressed- up puppet, bowing and scraping, automaton- like, to every person; he should be a shrewd tactician— know not only the people who have the money to spend, but also the class of people who can cause the holders to part with it; in snort be acquainted both with the men upon town, and the men about town. All this is known to Mr, Cooper, and something more, viz., the act of keeping open the New Strand for fifteen consecutive months, a secret which is yet to be discovered by Mr. Henry Farren. A certain eminent doctor recently stood for a professorship Which happened to be vacant at the time his wife was delivered of her first child, a strapping boy. The doctor, however, lost the professorship. The same day the child was born, a friend called in the evening to congratulate him on the birth of his son, and commenced wishing him joy. The doctor, who was deaf, mis- taking his meaning, answered sharply, " Oh, I didn't get it, I didn't get it, although I've been trying for years, and I guess now I shall be nicely chaffed about it." Mr. C. J. James, of the Queen's Theatre, Tottenham street, we hear, intends making an offer to Calcraft, " the finisher of the law," to appear at his establishment in a new drama, to be called the " Murder at Stanfield Hall," Mr. J., at great expense, having procured some of the clothes worn by the culprit Rush. The whole of the beautiful scenery," taken on the spot, by Mr. James," is to be introduced, and the last scene, Rush ( Mr. E. Green), in the original dress, is to be turned off. Mr. James 6ays he don't care ad— n what he does for novelty; he'd go to Norfolk Island if he could procure it, not caring what it is, or who it is, so it draws fourpence to the gallery. We question, however, if the authorities will allow this, though they winked at the panorama. THE PRETTY GIRL AT THE PIE- SHOP, NEAR ST. DUNSTAN'S CHURCH.— The attention of THE TOWN has more than once been called to No. 184, Fleet- street, in consequence of a pretty girl presiding over the delivery of certain preparations of pastry, in the shape of rhubarb, cranberry, and meat- pies. We beg, how- ever, to inform the readers of our superlative shcel that there is not only a very pretty gill, but also a very pretty woman to be found at this establishment, and that they are both as good- looking as they are civil and obliging. We, of THE TOWN, are no supporters of the articles vended at the majority of these places, there being so much uncertainty as to the material ol which they are coMSOsed; we do, however, occasionally look in at 184, Fleet- street, and more than once we have been amused with the attempts made by certain snobs, and fags from the Temple, to do the agreeable with the dear flour- distributors There is one genus, an abbreviated cove, in a light coat, who makes a most elaborate ass of himself, two or three times in the week, at the counter, in company with a long consumptive- look ing youth; we saw both these gentlemen one night last week stuffing themselves with pies, and spluttering the girl's rhubarb and their own rubbish into the face of every one who came into the shop. We can inform these lads that they are no go, and that they may never expect to dust down the hobs of these young women's social fire- place with their carnal hearth- brooms, for the goods have been legally valued, and there will shortly be " a man in possession." Young Roberts, who is some sort of an errand boy at the John Bull office opposite, comes out very extensive here occasionally, de- " VELL, supposing you is now in Petticoat- lane, just at the corner vere the Eastern Hinges varehouees is; veil, the heaps of old clothes, the taters, the liver ( I don't think they sells the bacon with it), the fried fish and the fish unfried, old harness, old bonks, vn3te paper, old furniture, trinkets, vatches, and hosts of crab shells, and mud tasters meets your heyes, ere the man of taste can please his fancy; and if a man's nut is screwed on in the tight place, lie'll see the werry ragged breeched kinchins driving a bargain of dump9 or buttons, vith all the skill of a Rothschild making a loan; they ' brings up a child in the way it should go,'— making blunt ( I don't mean hinfensibly), and ven it is old it sticks to it like bricks. Veil, pushing tliro' the crowd, and hearing on hall sides the most helegant discourse ( I knows no people better wersed iu the wulgar tung), you comes to Cutler- street— get through it if you can— it's 110 go; arx a policeman, vat the carporation of the city of London placed there, and he'll tell you the same. Veil, then you must go back, and get vat they calls in the middle of the Lane, vere they makes hold clothes better as new. It vas in this renowned region that the Fagin of modern times lived— Ikey Solomons. He vas a great fence, and many a gold ticker valked up the Lane, that has never valked down again. Lounging against the door- post of the several public- houses, may be seen a number of hauspicious characters. If you comes to look veil at their mugs, you vill perceive a good deal of the firm of Bill Sykes, Fagin, and Co., depicted hin ' em. A vast quantity of gambling is carried on hin this ere Lane; and if a cove might put his nob into the skittle grounds of some of the houses, he might find a dozen or so assembled there, tossing hup vith halfpence, and exhibiting all the vithering effects that gaming either for browns or soveruns shows. Indeed, it's my ' pinion, that the passion for gaming runs in the Mood of the Sheenies from the low vons in Petticoat- lane, to the high vons at the National Gam- House, close to thebank. The place itself is filthy, and dirty in the hextreme, and I hoften vonders that the plague dosn't valk into them in rare style. The places vere they lives is full hup to the tiles ; as many as three or four families piggin bin von ken; yet, in all their misery and starvation, you seldom sees a mohawk discontented or grumbling. If he fails vith his lead pencils, he returns to his oranges and lemons, and there is nothing on this ere earth that you vould offer him but vot he'll buy. They has a spirit of hindustry hin ' em that ve might veil hemulate ; they never suffers a child to be idle at home, but as soon as his heyes have been veil rubbed vith a brass candlestick they gives him a quarter of a undred of lemoii6, or a lot of cedar pencils, and map of the vorld, and send him to see if it's right. It is a werry magnificent sight to see them go hout ven their holidays are hin — vot satins arid shawls, and hearrings, and finger rings, the vomen do vear, good Lord! Veil, then, if Rachel is figged hout hup to the nines, vy mustn't Ikey be the same? Veil, I'm sure, if Ikey the elder valks hout to hastonish the vorld, is Ikey the younger to remain under the tiles in darkness ? The himperance of the vorld to think it! Veil, then, as you know vot I shall do, I'll go over to the Wictoria, and I shall arx Higgie for a border for six, and I'll take the whole biling of you to the boxes, and ven his Ben comes round it's unknown vot I shall do for him. Veil, and there hin the hevening you'll see the whole family, from Ikey the big to Rachel the little— and for a moment Petti- coat- lane is forgotten, and the legitimate dramherand the herring of domestic tragedy supported. But to return to Petticoat lane— In all the himprovements vot I reads of hin London, they has done nothing to viden this ere spot. In some parts a veel- barrow coudn't be turned ; stagnant vater, no drainage, thousands of hold close, reeking vith disease and hinfection, and all the hills that poverty and hard living is hair to. Von vord ere I sings out my farewell. Ven six or eight of you take possession of a publican's parlour, don't insist on being silent, so that other people have all the talk to themselves, it vould be better to give in the conversa- tion, and a little of that ere harticle that you hasn't got,— I means chaff— vould be hacceptable; you is patterns of quiet conduct, but you should not let your nateral modesty dim your talons. This is meant in good natur; you is a hard- working charitable set of people ; you is gifted vith great nateral habilities, and the most disgusting sight hin this ere vorld is to see them spilt by ruffianly conduct, low language, and hover- bearing liarrogance— see to it— take heed in time, and cheek growing hevil venhever it springs up. This is a vord of hadvice that I hopes you vill take as it is meant, and so fer the present I bids hadew to Petticoat- lane and its inhabitants." TOWN ENIGMA. ( To be answered in No. 10). Upon a bed of humble clay, In all her garments loose, A prostitute, my mother, lay, To every comer's use. Till one gallant, in heat of love, His own peculiar made her, And to a region, far above, And softer beds conveyed her. But in his absence, to his place, His rougher rival came, And with a cold constrained embrace Begat me on the dame. I then appeared, to public view, A creature wondrous bright But shortly perishable too— Inconstant, nice, and light. On feathers, not together fast, I wildly flew about; And from my father's country past To find my mother out. When she, of her gallant, now beguil'd Of me enamour'd grew; And I, that was my mother's child, Brought forth my mother too ! Ned Sprightly, when courting an arch lovely maid, Was asked had he formed a connexion in trade? " Why, no," said he, " but I have one in view, For I hope to become sleeping partner with you. 1' 4 j& ottcfl* to GTotreBjiontiente. H. R— Ids begs to i » form Mister Donaldson, the reader at Rey- nolds's Misoellany office, that, notwithstanding his being part pro- prietor and cobbling concoctorof spurious correspondence for a certain libellous publication, he can be accommodated with JUSTICE if he wishes it, in the shape of the introduction of the frontal part of his, H. R.' s Wellington, to a certain portion of his humanity. The boot has been cleaned, and waits for Mr D. at 25, Commercial- road East. It is hoped he will come, as it will make an amusing sketch, and a funny exposi for the TOWN. A WELL- WISHER ( Rotherhithe)— It would never answer our purpose to act as you suggest. VARDEN ( Birmingham)— Send five shillings worth of postage stamps to W. Johns, Holywell- street, and he will supply you. MUGGINS ( Bristol)— YOU have wasted a great deal of time in writing us a long and almost undecipherable letter. What is it all about ? if you wish to serve us, send us a plain statement of facts. If we knew your direction we would show you by your letter how inconsistently you have acted. P. D. R. ( Albert Saloon)— There is no fun in pursuing a man to his ruin, by continually holding him up for public ridicule, aud thea calling it chaff. We consider Mr. S. Atkyns has been 1 hit a trifle too hard; common justice should have admitted 1 that although he is not so great an actor as Macready, he is the only man who could keep open, the Albert saloon; has always paid what he has promised ; and been the means di- rectly and indirectly, of finding bread for numerous families who, but for him, must have starved. The anecdotes our cor- respondent sends of Miss Backous are gross libels. E. P. ( Bath- street, City- road)— We are much obliged to you ; you will perceive that we have already used your article, Send us, however, the name of the people where the old woman pre- tended she thought she was on a visit, when, after staying a month, they sent in a bill of her expenses. The old man ' may go to his lawyer and be d d; they are rare dodgers to get a living. S. L. R.— We will call. S. T. R. ( Liverpool)— Pay the money, if its only five shillings a- week, and save yourself the exposure and annoyance they can put you to. GLASGOW ( Maxwelton Place)— Our correspondent, we presume, received our answer by post, and we should be glad to hear from him relative to any fun that is passing in " the canny ' city." How are they getting on at Kinloch's, in the Irongate ? Has Jemmy Miller a house in Glasgow? PETER FLIPPIT ( Birmingham)— We did not object to your first article, but, in truth, we could not decipher it; we shall be glad to hear from you every week. S. R. ( Camberwell)— What is the translation from ? You will perceive that we were compelled to make a slight alteration. MIXED PICKLES— We will comply with your wishes. We were fearful, not hearing from you, you had jumped into death's special train, and arrived suddenly at life's terminus.* BRISTOL ( Small- street)— We shall have some immense fun for No. 10. PAST MAN ( Manchester)— Yes. BUNKURN— We recognize the title, and, we think, hand- writing of an old friend. Where are you to be found? K, P. R. ( Penton- street)—" The Cock and Hen Club'' must stand over till next week. Howe, the witness against Rush, is one of the counsel at the Judge and Jury held at Harris's, next door to the Surrey Theatre ; and that pink of cleanliness and model of fashion, Battson, the tailor, the other. You are wrong, however, with respect to Ben Foster, of. Mile- stone— neither of the parties that you allude to having been there for many months.— Everything is, and must be, in the personal pronoun. CAUSTIC— We don't know where a copy of the song, " The Fast Young Man," can be obtained; we have long wanted one our- selves ; it is, however, the composition, we believe, of a typo, SIMS ( Newcastle- on- Tyne)— It can't be doue. Balmbra is too decent a fellow; so we don't believe, and cannot insert your article. the oil is upon his tongue, but he has no sincerity at the core; he appears showy to the eye; his outward fabrication is good, but his hidden workmanship and stitches will not bear scrutiny, or the test of utility; he puts all his goods in his shop window, and when there they are, de facto, of the very worst description. We sincerely trust that the time will speedily arrive when those ex otics, in all the ramifications of their species, will be uprooted from the field of English labour, giving to the hard- working artisans and mechanics of our own country those full and ample rewards to which they are morally and constitutionally entitled. [ Our correspondent might have gone a little farther in dilating upon the love for things Frenchified. Do our abandoned young noblemen, and our alienated debauchees, it was once asked, pa- tronise the danseuses of the opera because they are more virtuous than the English ballet girl? or, do they seek the French brothel because there is more morality? No; it is rather in consequence of the artificiality of the parts, because vice and abandonment, are better understood by the French than the English women. French women suit the vitiated taste of the decayed English liber- tine, because they do not hesitate to descend into ter bestiality for the sickening purpose of pandering to, and gratifying their vile propensities. In short, pleasure has become a trade, and that union of the sexes, which matrimony sanctions, and divine com- mand has ordained, is with the French woman a mere mechanical effort!] TOWN OUT OF TOWN- BRISTOL. stations), lawyers' clerks, and brown- paper book- keepers, the head of which is Ike Smith, a swaggering fool, who advances nothing without a filthy oath, and is generally sitting iu the far recess, and an obese bawd on his knee, with her undermention- ables in a state of nudity, and him calling the attention of his pals to the development of her different muscles, which brings remarks from his refined butty George, a cove getting about twelve bob a- week ; yet he will stand a glass of grog once a- night to a female ; he manages this by abstaining from breakfast the following morning ; thus schemes to look big. I say nothing of this liberality and economy if he would allow people to pass free of insult I suffered great annoyance the other night by a remark this fool made, which was followed by a braying from the other donkeys; I had no stick, or I should have given him a good licking ; of course, I could not condescend to a pugilistic en- counter with such a puppy, but I'll just remind him the next time, I'll be " down on his luck." I am only surprised that Mr. Godfrey, the landlord, being a very respectable man, should allow such. BIRTHS ( WISHED POR). Mrs. James, of Bradford- street, a son ( like Charley Porter). Mrs. Clements, wine vaults, a son ( Bull fashion). NOTICE TO THE TRADE. Porsoms finding any difficulty in obtaining " THE TOWN," at the East end of London, can be supplied from CAPPYN, Oxford' street, Mile- end; COLE, Bedford- street, Commercial- road, East, and REYNOLDS, 25, Church- road, St. George's, East, where a good stock of back numbers are always kept on hand. IMPORTANT TO THE PUBLIC. The Re- issue of all the Numbers are now ready. Poor Doggett of Stokes'- Croft is being most unrighteously chaffed by all his female acquaintances, in consequence of his re' cent loss, and the pitiable figure he cut at the Police Court on Friday, the 11th inst., has created much merriment. A young creature of the name of Long Harriet, who promenades Broadmead after sunset, has sent him a screen for his affair in future, with a padlock. Miss Rivers has suggested that it should be fastened with a nail, and in that case the most appropriate one would be a clouter! BLOWING HOT AND COLD.— We cut this extraordinary para- graph from the Bristol Mirror. " It is most extraordinary that, under the clever management and great perseverance of the spirited manageress, Mrs. Macready, the Bristol Theatre should, at this particular period, when all other theatres in England, Irela n d, and Scotland are at the lowest possible ebb, ( producing nothing, not even paying their expenses,) have had sufficient patronage to declare a dividend, and the whole establishment also out of debt. It is really lamentable that Mrs. Macready's deserts should not be more generally appreciated and rewarded. We trust, how- ever, that better times are coming." What does the donkey of a writer mean ? could the sub- editor have seen this? or was it sent in late, and he, like most of the bands on the Mirror usually are after 12 on Friday, in a state of Mop I Tom Jones, the Scotch- Oatmeal and spoiled— stock sacrifices of 56, Wine- street, who makes such a a parade of his peculiar ( very) method of doing business, and finds it actually necesssary to pub- lish rules calling upon his customers to report " any inattention on the part of his young persons," has been waited upon by a deputation from the Bristol and Clifton Zoological, requesting him to exhibit himself three times a week, as a specimen of Bristolonian buffoonery. Some of the " young persons" at Messrs. Coombs, 46, also at Hyams, 42, aud one or two other houses in the city, purpose presenting him with a mark of their respect, and to show their general appreciation of his character. The tri- bute will be iu his favourite metal ( lead)— representing an im- mense spoon! 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We have, in almost every department of art and trade, a vast number of foreigners patronised, to the utter disgrace of British common sense, and the desecration of British industry. A man of fashion imagines that his foot appears in a state of deformity if it is not encased in a French boot— a lady of title conceives her digits to look horrible, unless they are thrust into French gloves— everything must be Frenchified, from a pair of curling- irons down to a ragout; or from a band- box to a ball supper. An English dress- maker is looked upon as a dreadful creature, capable only of the execution of a chemise, or the manufacture of a petticoat. She cannot be permitted to legislate for the ex- ternals, they must be left to the mincing mademoiselle, who calls herself an artiste, or marchand des modes; as if, forsooth, the calling herself by a fine name would necessarily endow the creature with talent in the art she professes. There is also another class of artistes, patronised by the female nobility, for the wonderful skill they have obtained in the cutting of corsets and the building of stays, a skill which, it is presumed, no English artizan could possibly reach. Now, we are quite dis- posed to give our continental neighbours credit for, perhaps in such matters, more taste and naivete than we possess. We say, in such matters, for in the higher departments of mechanism, in coach- building, and, indeed, coat building, they have no more notion of strength, utility, and style, than an oyster has of the mathematics. We admit that such an affair as stays ( and the TOWN has some knowledge of stays) the French can suggest cross- pieces, gussets, and such like appliances, to a fit that the English artist would not think of, and which, being thought of, is perfectly easy of attainment and imitation. Compare, how- even, the work of English and French stays, and the superiority of the former is palpable. The continental artiste can contrive a new line of beauty, or a sweep of the scissors, amounting to a new grace. All this, however, is but a thing of little moment to the actual labour and manufacture of the article, which if it con- tains bad work should be cast aside as an ingenious deception. The same remark will apply to those French gloves, and French shoes, so much sought after by the unthinking creatures of fashion, who, every time they make 3 purchase, inflict misery upon the laborious and dependent artizans of their own country. The French gloves look attractive to the eye— the lines which represent its stitches are graceful, and the tassel, or little item of embellishment that occurs at the wrist, gives to it a fashionable air. Wear it— how soon do the stitches give way, and the whole fabrication bespeaks that utility and service are miserably sacri- ficed for show and display? Compare such a thing with the wholesome sound industry employed upon an English glove, aud how contemptible the patronage and employment of French artistes must appear. The same observations will apply to French shoes, which being intended only for one evening's wear, may be deemed sufficiently strong, if only pasted together. The feet, however, is, that the French pumps will not endure a good bout of dancing, and in this respect are not to be compared to the honest labour bestowed upon those of our own manufacture. The same observations and opinions will apply to French everything else, in whatever department of art or science it may occur; there is the same external display, and the same integral dishonesty, and the same outward appearanco, and the same hollow nothing- ness. Look at the Frenchman himself— there is an overboiling — Mtd ft Vsty mettgrc coote? of any substantial dish t HULL. SAVAGE, THE LONDON HOTEL. Savage, my trump, all hail to thee, The Town gives thee fair greeting, Also, to all the jovial blades Who nightly here we're meeting. Thy name is sure a misnomer quite Thou art no savage dodger, But a true brick, and no mistake A jolly hearty codger. THE ATHENAEUM ROOMS. There has been a bit of a shine here within the last few days, in consequence of a certain party singing songs of a naughty cha- racter in the reading- room; and the pragmatical linendraper, and Smith, the maniac, are in a fearful funk lest the place should be disgraced. The pawnbroking youth intends coming out very heavy shortly, as soon as he can arrange the little affair with the girl in the waiting- room at the railway- station. Old Gomersal had a tidy muster of the right sort on Monday last, at the Wellington; indeed, there are always some " bricks " to be found here. Mother and da'arter look spiffiicating, but recol- lections of Leman- street, and the sweet savour of dear White- chapel- market, is still dear to their heart. The " Kinchin" Ned has had an Irish windfall lately; it is rumoured he is about pub lishing a great work on " card- cutting." For many years there has been here a Theatre Royal, which, having a patent, has the liberty to keep open all the year round, if the manager thinks proper; and for the last few years has been under the lesseeship of Mr. J. L. Pritchard. Owing, however, to his mode of conducting it, his patronage gradually fell off, and townsman, taking advantage of this, reasonably supposed that if a good company and good management were combined, a theatre would pay. This supposition was acted upon, and three years ago the Queen's Theatre was built, and a license granted, but every person was of opinion that the place was too large for the town, and, as usual, everybody was wrong. The discerning people of Hull gradually left Mr. Pritchard's company to per- form to empty benches, and as steadily did the manager succeed at the Queen's. However, on licensing day, a fresh lessee, named Egerton, applied for a renewal of the license, and the question, whether the theatre was conducted respectably having been satis factorily answered, the respectable old ladies on the bench ( several of whom, by- the- by, are in possession of shares in the patent theatre) gave as their judgment that the license should only be granted for nine months, making the three best months of the year, viz., December, January, and February, the months they refused the license for. This has been repeated to another lessee, named Caple, who is a highly respectable man; and, although a petition, signed by above four hundred of the principal tradesmen and merchants in the tflton, was presented to the licensing magistrates, praying for an extension of the license for the remaining three months, they, in the face of the wish of the respectable classes of the town, again refused it, and are now compelling Mr. Caple to close at eleven o'clock each evening— the Theatre Royal, of course, having the liberty to close when it likes. [ The above article was forwarded to us by a correspondent some few weeks since; press of matter caused it, however, to stand over, and we only now insert it to convince " Justitia" we had not forgotten him.] BIRMINGHAM.— There is avset of Snobs, whose toggery if, of much greater value than their wits, frequenters of the Coal'Hole. This mm ( a esn? posed of rRllffuy elwks ^ ftom the lugpge ORIGINAL PARISIAN REPOSITORY. Established 1840. 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