hurch of England, of
Almack's, and of the Lying-in Asylum, yours is but a paltry sphere
of virtue, a pitiful attempt at benevolence, and that this honest
servant-girl puts you to shame! And you, my Lord Bishop: do you, out of
your six sous a day, give away five to support your flock and family?
Would you drop a single coach-horse (I do not say, A DINNER, for such a
notion is monstrous, in one of your lordship's degree), to feed any one
of the starving children of your lordship's mother--the Church?

I pause for a reply. His lordship took too much turtle and cold punch
for dinner yesterday, and cannot speak just now: but we have, by this
ingenious question, silenced him altogether: let the world wag as it
will, and poor Christians and curates starve as they may, my lord's
footmen must have their new liveries, and his horses their four feeds a
day.

When we recollect his speech about the Catholics--when we remember
his last charity sermon,--but I say nothing. Here is a poor benighted
superstitious creature, worshipping images, without a rag to her tail,
who has as much faith, and humility, and charity as all the reverend
bench.

This angel is without a place; and for this reason (besides the pleasure
of composing the above slap at episcopacy)--I have indited her
history. If the Bishop is going to Paris, and wants a good honest
maid-of-all-work, he can have her, I have no doubt; or if he chooses to
give a few pounds to her mother, they can be sent to Mr. Titmarsh, at
the publisher's.

Here is Miss Merger's last letter and autograph. The note was evidently
composed by an Ecrivain public:--

"Madame,--Ayant apris par ce Monsieur, que vous vous portiez bien, ainsi
que Monsieur, ayant su aussi que vous parliez de moi dans votre lettre
cette nouvelle m'a fait bien plaisir Je profite de l'occasion pour vous
faire passer ce petit billet ou Je voudrais pouvoir m'enveloper pour
aller vous voir et pour vous dire que Je suis encore sans place Je
m'ennuye tojours de ne pas vous voir ainsi que Minette (Minette is a
cat) qui semble m'interroger tour a tour et demander ou vous etes.
Je vous envoye aussi la note du linge a blanchir--ah, Madame! Je vais
cesser de vous ecrire mais non de vous regretter."

Beatrice Merger.

CARICATURES AND LITHOGRAPHY IN PARIS.

Fifty years ago there lived at Munich a poor fellow, by name Aloys
Senefelder, who was in so little repute as an author and artist,
that printers and engrave