Political Capital.—The only capital most Irish Members have, and even that is at a terrible discount.
SEVERE, BUT FLATTERING.
Reflective Cabman. "Vell, it all 'us was so! The genteeler the Party, the wosser the Fare!"
A CITY WITHOUT SMOKE!
That a city can exist without Smoke, we beg to refer our readers for the proof of such a possibility to Mr. Burford's Panorama in Leicester Square. There they will be able to admire, in all its beauty and undefiled cleanliness, the lovely City of Mexico. You are standing on the top of the Grand Cathedral, and, look in all directions as you will, you cannot see the smallest wreath of smoke curling about the place. Now, we should like to see the curl taken out of London in a similar manner. It may not look, perhaps, so grand, so showy and glittering as Mexico, but still it may, in its new aspect, appear sufficiently tempting to induce Mr. Burford to select it as the subject of some future Panorama. The probability is, we should not know it again as the same city, in which we are now, like so many living chimneys, inhaling and exhaling smoke all day long. The new Zealander, when he does view the ruins of our sooty metropolis from London Bridge, would be able to see them at all events to greater advantage then than he would if he were to take his private view from one of the parapets to-morrow. For our own selves, we are most anxious to see how London would look without smoke—for, in the name of darkness, it looks ugly enough with it.