"A Commissioner said, he really believed that it was the wish of some people to make a private parlour of the City of London. (Laughter and cries of 'Oh!'). He had lived many years, and his father before him, in the midst of the matters complained of, and a healthier family never existed than that which they had successively brought up in the City. He wished that the gentlemen who were so nice were obliged to go without meat for 12 months."
The family to which this individual belongs must be a curious one. A naturalist would like to see it. What class of creatures can it be that lives and thrives "in the midst of the matters complained of?" Have they got any legs?—if so, how many, or is the structure of their bodies annular? Do they change into anything, lie torpid, and then change again into something else, with wings? In that case do they fly away, and where do they go to? In any case, where do they expect to go to?
Excessive Extravagance.—The ladies' bonnets are all "running to waist."
A CAPITAL IDEA FOR THE "EUGENIES."
Frederick. "Good Gracious, Angelica, you don't mean to go out with your hair in that style?"
Angelica. "Indeed, Sir, I do. It's extremely Classical, and taken from the 'Ionic.'"