The Cabalistic Number.—This number is 6, with a small "d" placed on the right hand side, over the top of it; meaning that the price for riding in a Cab is now Sixpence a mile.
Latest from the Cape.—A proposal has been under consideration in the magnetic circles here, to form an expedition for the purpose of moving Table Bay.
OUR MUDDY METROPOLIS.
Lord Palmerston at a recent City dinner good-humouredly twitted the Corporation on their dirt, and playfully threw the Thames in the face of the citizens. The Home Secretary, with a pleasant mixture of urbanity and satire, entreated the aid of the Londoners in consuming their own smoke, and absorbing their own mud, with a view to the filtration of their own river. We suppose his Lordship fancied the City Corporation might correct the City dirt; as one poison is said to dispel another, on the principle of similia similibus. We fear the Home Secretary fails to see with his usual clearness when he looks at the Thames as a sort of mirror which is only labouring under a temporary obfuscation, but which is capable of being restored to that translucent state which, according to the poets, formerly belonged to it. The Thames is one of those enormities which none of us can ever hope to see the bottom of.
BEWARE! BEWARE! BEWARE!
(Being the Experience of a very Old Man.)