On Friday Paddy Green, Esquire, did not rise till the evening. A slight disposition to the prevailing epidemic, influenza, is stated to be the cause. He drank copiously of rum-and-water with a piece of butter in it.
On Thursday last the lady of Paddy Green, personally attended to the laundry; a fortnight’s wash took place, when Mrs. Briggs, the charwoman, was in waiting. Mrs. P. Green, with her accustomed liberality, sent out for a quartern of gin and a quarter of an ounce of brown rappee.
Charles Mears, I.M., and Jeremiah Donovan yesterday took a short walk and a short pipe together.
It is confidently reported that at the close of the present Covent-Garden season that Mr. Ossian Sniggers will retire from the stage, of which he has been so long a distinguished ornament. We have it from the best authority that he purposes going into the retail coal and tater line.
LINES ON MISS ADELAIDE KEMBLE.
By Sir Lumley Skeffington, Bart.
Supercelestial is the art she practises,
Transcending far all other living actresses;
Her father’s talent—mother’s grace—compose