HAND AND SEAL.
GRANT’S MEDITATIONS AMONG THE COFFEE-CUPS.
We had long considered ourselves the funniest dogs in Christendee; and, in the plenitude of our vanity, imagined that we monopolised the attention and admiration of the present and the future. We expected to be deified, and thus become the founders of a new mythology. PUNCH must be immortal! But how shorn of his pristine splendour—how denuded of his fancied glories! for the John Bull has discovered—
GRANT’S LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF LONDON LIFE.
Wretched as we must be at this reflection, we generously resort to—our scissors, and publish our own discomfiture.
In alluding to the author’s description of the London dining-room, the John Bull remarks:—
It will bring comfort to the savage bosoms of the late Ministry, for whose especial information we must make a few more extracts, concerning coffee-houses, or shops, as they are mostly termed.