So call again to-morrow.
The fact is that the Commissioners of Sewers have such grand ideas that execution is impossible. The imagination of the Commissioners riots in such a sea of sullage, that nothing short of an arched avalanche of refuse water presents itself to the minds of the functionaries who will not stoop to anything short of an aqueduct, and consequently have souls above the making of a common useful drain. Everything must be on such a scale of grandeur, that unless London can be altogether excavated a few serviceable pipes cannot be laid down. We are quite willing to admit the difficulties of the position of the Commissioners with all the sewage of London on their hands, and some people feel naturally tempted to throw mud upon those who are in a degree responsible for getting rid of it. The Chairman, however, seems to take the affair with a sort of philosophic good nature, as if he felt himself somewhat in the position of a glass bottle or a plaster bust perched on an eminence for everybody to take a shy at him.
Art in the City.
Why not—if Temple Bar must be removed—why not to mark and preserve the sacred boundary of the City, bring bodily Gog and Magog from Guildhall to either side of Fleet Street? They would only make two ugly statues the more: and in so large and such a city, what are two?
A Hint for the Consumers of Coal.—The most cheerful kind of fuel:—Keeping up a constant fire—of jokes.
