We cannot say whether any one does send anything. A few pounds may drop in occasionally, but we suspect that the majority of the sums, sent in the name of A. B., or X. Y. Z., and the other popular initials of the alphabet, are forwarded by the Chancellor of the Exchequer himself. It is a financial dodge for inducing reluctant tax-payers to do that as a matter of "conscience," which they will not do as a pleasure.
THE END OF QUACKERY.
Among the many novel systems of medicine for which the present day is remarkable, there is one distinguished by a name that, at least, seems very appropriate. It is called Coffinism. This is candid. The term, however, is so comprehensive, that it might, with great correctness, be applied to all manner of therapeutical schemes which deviate from true medical science. There is one right method of treating diseases, and there are many wrong ones; to all whereof the denomination of Coffinism is justly applicable; since it indicates, with exactness, the tendency of each of them; every improper way of attempting to cure people being a path which leads to the "bourne from which no traveller returns:" in short, which terminates in the elm box.
A Whisper in the Ear of Nicholas.
We hope we have heard the last of the Emperor of Russia's Ultimatums, or Ultimata, just as you like to call it. We trust the Emperor will bear in mind the old Latin injunction of "Ne sutor ultra crepidam", which, for his own particular Imperial use, we beg to alter into "Ne sutor ultra Ultimatum."
Cure for a Cut.—Buy a new suit of clothes.