Downing-street was in a state of great activity all yesterday, and people were passing to and fro repeatedly. This excitement is generally believed to be connected with nothing particular. We have our own impression on the subject, but as disclosures would be premature, we purposely forbear making any. We can only say, at present, that Sir Robert Peel continues to hold the office of Prime Minister.
THE BROTH OF A BOY.
AN IRISH LYRIC.
AIR,—I’m the boy for bewitching them
Whisht, ye divils, now can’t you be aisy,
Like a cat whin she’s licking the crame.
And I’ll sing ye a song just to plase you,
About myself, Dermot Macshane.
You’ll own, whin I’ve tould ye my story.