ALARMING INCREASE OF
THE POPULATION.
But these examples might be multiplied to the ages of Sinclair, Widdicombe, Braham, and any other "veterans," as they are termed, combined. The people unnumbered in the Census compose waiters, tramps, stokers, carriers, gamblers, piemen, breakfast-stall-keepers, steamboat stewards, mail-train passengers, moon-shooters, show-folks, Vauxhall lamp-men, and renowned individuals of all sorts, whose night's repose is doubtful; such as Mr. Braidwood; the toll-keepers at the bridges, the beadles of the arcades, Mr. Green, if on a night ascent; the editor of the Times; and, on certain debates, Mr. Chisholm Anstey.
We are told that population doubles in a certain number of years. If so, when it doubles itself again, what the dickens will the crowd do in Cheapside at four o'clock in the afternoon; or the people on the roof of the Cremorne omnibuses homeward-bound; in the pit of the Adelphi; the Derby-day cheap trains; the Blackwall whitebait houses on fine Sundays; or the Watermen steamers from Greenwich Fair?
THE LION HUNTER'S MUSEUM.
Mrs. Leo Hunter has passed fifteen years of her fashionable life in the pursuit of lions. The following is a faithful enumeration of the various trophies which she carried off at different times in the ardour of the chase. They have been collected into a museum, which will be shortly thrown open to the public, on a plan somewhat similar to Mr. Gordon Cumming's South African Exhibition:—
1. The autograph of Miss Biffin, written with her toes.
2. The leg of a fowl which Bernard Kavanagh, the living skeleton, devoured at supper. Unique.
3. The rolling-pin of the "Victim of Unmerited Seduction" of the Royal Victoria Theatre.
4. The washing-bill of the Bosjemen for the delightful fortnight they honoured my country villa at Islington with their refreshing presence.