On Monday night went dead.
The jury found
This verdict sound—
“Destroy’d by low-priced bread.”
AN EXCLUSIVE APPOINTMENT.
It is with the most rampant delight that we rush to announce, that a special warrant has been issued, appointing our friend and protégé, the gallant and jocular Sibthorp, to the important office of beadle and crier to the House of Commons—a situation which has been created from the difficulty which has hitherto been found in inducing strangers to withdraw during a division of the House. This responsible office could not have been conferred upon any one so capable of discharging its onerous duties as the Colonel. We will stake our hump, that half-a-dozen words of the gallant Demosthenes would, at any time have the effect of
CLEARING THE STRANGER’S GALLERY.