Captain Holster. "Here! Hi! Some one!—Stop my Bed room!—Hi!"
A SEAMSTRESS THAT WON'T STARVE.
The Glasgow Chronicle describes a sewing machine, which has been introduced by a Mr. Darling. This Darling will be considered a duck by some of our fashionable milliners; and his Jenny will be just the seamstress for their money, as she will ask no wages, want no food but a little oil, and be able to do without any rest whatever. Our own shirts, also, will be more comfortable to wear when we shall be enabled to think to ourselves that their manufacture has been ground out of wheels and cogs at small cost, and not out of human nerves and muscles for miserable pay.
DRINKING HEALTH.
Mr. Harker will perhaps have the goodness to propose at the next great Civic banquet this toast:—"Extramural Interment: or the Incorporation of London with Gravesend."
