For, “dropping from the clouds of Heaven,”
She was, of course, the raining Queen.
CAUTION TO SPORTSMEN.
Our gallant friend Sibthorp backed himself on the 1st of September to bag a hundred leverets in the course of the day. He lost, of course; and upon being questioned as to his reason for making so preposterous a bet, he confessed that he had been induced to do so by the specious promise of an advertisement, in which somebody professed to have discovered “a powder for the removal of superfluous hairs.”
OUT OF SEASON.
A LYRIC, BY THE LAST MAN—IN TOWN.
Chaos returns! no soul’s in town!