Excessive Mildness of the Season.—A Hansom Cabman took Sixpence for his fare, the other day, without saying a single word.
"Do you believe in this Table Talking, Matilda, that there's such a fuss about?"
"Oh dear No! Why, the other evening a Table was asked how old I was, and it rapped out Forty! Ridiculous; when I'm not Three-and-Twenty till next March!"
"A STATUE TO ALBERT"
(A Melody after Moore.)