THE BONES OF NAPIER AND NAPOLEON. 66 If Mr. Plumtre's knowledge of the English language be a test of the superiority of Oxford to Maynooth, assuredly the latter needs no endowment. The member for East Kent has a notice of motion, which we copy from the Parliamentary paper as follows:-" Mr. Plumtre to move a condemnatory resolution of any payment of the public money to the College of Maynooth, after that for the present year." Is the pronoun that used here demonstratively" or "relatively"? Does it agree with the word "time" understood-a very usual form or does it take for its antecedent "the College of Maynooth," which, according to the construction, it should do,—and this would seem to be in accordance with Mr. Plumtre's wishes, viz. :-"The College of Maynooth for the current year!" Or is the antecedent "public money" (which would be nonsense), or condemnatory resolution," or "any payment;" or, finally, is it "Mr. Plumtre" himself, who is also an antecedent in the sentence, though there is but little of sequence in its parts? Sir Charles Knightly vindicates his chivalrous name by always appearing in public in jack-boots. - Archbishop Whately made his transportation speech in the Lords to show how those who write logic may be able to speak none ! - BOMBASTIC BALDERDASH: The Ten-pound boy to the Registry's gone; "My witnesses, wheugh!" said the youth ill-starred, To desart me thus 'twasn't manly: "Though to bring them so far, would, in faith, be hard: 'Musha, sweet bad luck upon Stanley !” "By my troth," quoth the Boy, "I knows no law, "But the lase is good for my houldin', "And, before this notice myself could draw, "The fair for a witch I'll be sould in!" Quoth the Barrister:-" Friend, you may go to the Judge!" Arrah, faiks, it's a chate unmanly! "The Divil a one of me more will trudge; "Musha, sweet bad luck upon STANLEY!" Epitaph on Milnes's Poetical Fame, buried under the columns of "The London" : "Swans sing before they die;" Then if by some 'tis gaid Charley Wood is content to be my Lord Howick's shadow. We fear that the light of neither is borrowed from the Sun of Justice. To show the fidelity with which he adumbrates his original, Charley gives an excessively lame reason for his ratting. He voted against the second reading, because he never had read the bill at all, and took the ministerial representations upon trust. Lord Howick's political movements are so unstable, that he may well be compared to the Pariscæi, whose shadow radiates in every direction; and Wood who performs this obscure office must "jump Jim Crow" with ludicrous rapidity, as often as my Lord Howick chooses to shift his position. Hence the toto-cœlo contradiction of voting against the principle of the bill in its second stage, and for the principle of the bill in its third. Lord Howick's shadow must have no shadow of reason! -Leech has produced an admirable caricature of Mulready's postage envelope. He has reduced it to the size of a regular envelope, and improved it in the reduction. The lion, besides having a patch over his left eye (indicative of his blindness in, tolerating the mode in which this scheme has been brought into operation), is squatted upon now by a monkey, the very image of Monteagle, during whose blessed Chancellorship the new system was originated. Britannia has the maudlin look of an habitual imbiber of "blue ruin ;" and the flying postmen fading into thin air in the distance are admirably conceived. We use these racy productions, in which Leech has stolen a march upon HB.., for all our letters, and feel assured that they will be purchased by hundreds of thousands. Lord Stanley would make the race for the franchise in Ireland a sort of steeple-chase in a very rough country; and he who escapes the likelihood of being capsized, in some ground fence or double-ditch, will be indebted "more to good luck than good guiding." - The fidelity of Mr. Wood's devotion to his Quixotic master reminds us less of Sancho than of an old Troubadour, whose extravagant passion for his mistress led him to declare:-"Your loves shall be mine, and so shall be your hates!" Because Lord Howick, entertaining a grudge against the Whigs, forms a noose to hang them, Mr. Wood complaisantly fastens the knot! - The Royal Champion at all the coronation dinners, until the last beggarly affair, was a Horseman, armed cap-à-pie. Emboldened by his name, the member for Cockermouth put himself forward as the Queen's champion, in an affair with Bradshaw, who very properly, however, declined to minister to the other's love of distinction. Melbourne has taken a very different view. The Queen and he have ministered to it, with a vengeance, for they have made the man a minister! A certain Irish member was on the point of challenging Bradshaw, and would have done so but for our private remonstrance. What a pity that we interfered! As he is an excellent shot, he would most probably have popped" Bradshaw, and would now be, beyond all question, a Lord of the Treasury ! Considerable amusement was occasioned by a shoeless denizen of St. Giles's, who, during the debate upon Lord Stanley's Registration Bill, stationed himself close to the entrance of the House of Commons, and, whenever an Irish member emerged, followed him, caught him by the hinch-button, that is to say, when those ornaments had not been worn off the legislator's coat, and, staring open-mouthed in his face, exclaimed, "Well, how is our cause goin' an ? Is our man up yet?" Meaning, of course, O'Connell. Tommy Moore applied Phillips's celebrated pastoral:-" I've found out a gift for the fair," very happily to the Duke of Wellington, upon the occasion of his sending over large stores of ammunition to the Sister Island. Lord Stanley takes a quieter mode of accomplishing his ends. Instead of bullets he sends legal notices; instead of bayonets, registration formulæ, with which "I've found out a gift for my Erin- - The rival parties in Ireland are as ready to fight as game cocks. In the words of a satire of Queen Anne's time, bearing the not very inviting Like game-cocks each right valiantly doth crow, Lord Stanley humanely provides Sir Tickelem Tender presents his compliments to Sir Lytton Bulwer, and has the honour to acquaint him that the rod which Sir Tickelem promised in the last number of the London Magazine to apply to Sir Lytton's "Ars Poetica," is in pickle, and sure to keep. "Domino playing is a great rage in the cafés and estaminets of Paris. When certain Chevaliers d'Industrie," says le Charivari, “are 'out of luck,' they sugar their coffee with dominos !" The same authority waxes furiat Palmerston's answer to bund "The cowards who are for the maintenance of peace, at whatever price (he says) are about to receive the ashes of Napoleon. Let them be marked on the forehead with them, as on Ash Wednesday!" Consistency is a fine thing, if it could only be met with. Louis Philippe, who now makes a boast of his desire to do honour to the relics of Napoleon, once called that hero "Le Tyran! L'Usurpateur!" in a dispatch to the Spanish government; and in a letter to the Bishop of Llandaff, styled him "L'Usurpateur Corse!" A SCHOOL EXERCISE. He who can't well The difference tell "Twixt meum and 'twixt tuum, You're sure at last to view him! Joe Hume was considerably nettled by the sketch of his career, which we gave in our last. But he found his consolation in Scripture: "Blessed are the poor in spirit!" -"There is such frightful corruption at work," says le Charivari, "in Thiers's administration, that the most terrible consequences are to be apprehended from the approaching summer heats!" - We are perfectly sick of the very name of an Irish Registry, and not a whit less sick of the factious disputation which in the House of Commons has latterly assumed the place of solicitude for the public in terests. During Hawes's eloquent declamation about nothing at all, in the debate upon the Ludlow writ, one of the Bude lights, which, to the hon. member's great annoyance, have been adopted by the House in place of his candles, was heard to address another as follows:I'd like to know what the cause is Of this flare-up of Hawes's! ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS: We take the following at haphazard from a weekly paper. "The Duke of Sussex is not a Catholic !" "Sir Lytton Bulwer is not the author of King John!" "Can a man go and settle in Holland, and profess the Protestant Religion?" "Yes." We should think What green goslings cackle in this great metropolis! So. 66 The honourable Pat Plunket is to be seen every day about the House of Commons. What job is he after? What prey has he sniffed from afar? The young Hannibals do not post to London for nothing. TALLOW-FACED ASSURANCE:Hawes had the impudence to twit Lord Palmerston as having "joined the Tories against the cause of reform," because he would not take a part in the insolent perseverance of a factious minority against the repeated sense of the House in the Ludlow cause. Palmy wished to proceed with the public business; but Hawes would have preferred going on dividing until Candle-mas next, which was consumedly wick-ed in him, and no way to ingrease-iate himself with gentlemen. Pooh ! How it stinks-this farthing rush-' light of legislation ! EPIGRAM. DICK whirled his cab; and Mawworm said: "When Death shall shoot his arrow, Shall wicked men in chariots ride 66 To Heaven?" No, you'll go," Dick replied, "To Heaven in a hand-barrow!" F. THE most brilliant Court in Europe at this moment, is, beyond all question, that of St. James's. Since the accession of our beloved sovereign, and more especially since the celebration of her happy nuptials, the circle which surrounds her person has been daily increasing in splendour, until it has attained a lustre unsurpassed in any period of our annals. Party distinctions, if for a time they existed, have been altogether effaced. The élite of our aristocracy, of whatever shade of political opinion, are there to be found at every réunion; and with true chivalrous spirit the character of our most gracious Sovereign, and of her amiable consort, are universally and worthily appreciated. The state ball which recently took place at Buckingham Palace, is, by general consent, admitted to have been one of the most magnificent which the royal palaces of England have ever witnessed. The lively amiability with which the Princess Augusta of Cambridge participates in all these royal festivities, and the engaging esprit which [1840. she evinces in conversation, makes it impossible not to regret the probability that a gem is so soon to drop away from the royal circle of England. -It is with great pleasure that we are enabled to inform our fair readers that Thomas Campbell is about to translate from the Italian the sweet poems of Petrarca. The kindred genius of Campbell, imbued with tender and fervid sentiment, and teeming with natural imagery, will be perfectly at home at the charming fountain of Vaucluse, surrounded by its enchanting pastoral scenery, and radiant with the delightful images conjured up by the beauty and simplicity of Laura. We puff rather ingeniously in London, but the Parisians are beating us hollow. A manufacturer of lucifer-matches, named Fumade, has not less than thirty horses, and almost as many vehicles, for supplying his goods to the several quarters in Paris, to the banlieue, and the departments. His vehicles are painted in panels, in the Watteau style. An allegorical, illustrative subject, |