Crockery of the London Clay.
The Registrar General tells us, in his report of last week, that "London is situated in a basin." We are not informed what sort of a basin we are living in, but it appears to us to be something between a pudding-basin and a slop-basin—judging from the mud and "slush" it generally contains. Whatever may be the accurate name for the utensil in which we are located, we can only say that it is a basin of which we should be glad to be able to wash our hands.
The Power of Evil.—A Power of Attorney.
