Don't consider sh' I'm kivver'd wizh shameandisgrace,
I don't unstand what you should 'sfranchise me for—
And 'tis my 'termination to have s'more bremwarr'!
Russian Cookery.
The Russian Minister has long been connected by name and parentage with one of the nicest puddings to be found in the receipts of Soyer, or in the carte of the Trois Frères. We must, however, protest against the Russian Diplomatist's endeavouring to combine with the practice of cookery the science of medicine, for though we always eat with pleasure Nesselrode pudding, we cannot undertake to swallow Nesselrode's recent draught.
SENTIMENT FOR THE PEACE SOCIETY.
The thunder of war turns the milk of human-kindness sour. Moreover, it may be said to spoil the beer of brotherly love.