ing affection of your much attached
friend.--_Comic Offering_.

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HOOD'S COMIC ANNUAL.

We have taken a slice, or rather, _four cuts_, from Mr. Hood's
facetious volume. Their fun needs not introduction, for the effect of
wit is instantaneous. To talk about them would be like saying "see how
droll they are." We omitted the Conditions drawn up by the
Provisional Government, (the baker, butcher, publican, &c.) in our
account of the revolutionary stir, or as the march-of-mind people call
a riot, "the ebullition of popular feeling," at Stoke Pogis. Here they
are, worthy of any Vestry in the kingdom, Select or otherwise.

"_Conditions._

"1. That for the future, widows in Stoke Pogis shall be allowed
their thirds, and Novembers their fifths.

"2. That the property of Guys shall be held inviolable, and
their persons respected.

"3. That no arson be allowed, but all bon-fires shall be burnt
by the common hangman.

"4. That every rocket shall be allowed an hour to leave the
place.

"5. That the freedom of Stoke Pogis be presented to Madame
Hengler, in a cartridge-box.

"6. That the military shall not be called out, uncalled for.

"7. That the parish beadle, for the time being, be authorized
to stand no nonsense.

"8. That his Majesty's mail be permitted to pass on the night
in question.

"9. That all animosities be buried in oblivion, at the Parish
expense.

"10. That the ashes of old bon-fires be never raked up.

" (Signed)
{WAGSTAFF, High Constable.
{WIGSBY."

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Our next quotations are two comico-serio Ballads:--

FRENCH AND ENGLISH.

"Good Heaven! why even the little children in France speak
French!" ADDISON.

I.

Never go to France
Unless you know the lingo,
If you do, like me,
You will repent by jingo,
Staring like a fool
And silent as a mummy,
There I stood alone,
A nation with a dummy.

II.

Chaises stand for chairs,
They christen letters _Billies,_
They call their mothers _mares,_
And all their daughters _fillies;_
Strange it was to hear,
I'll tell you what's a good 'un,
They call their leather _queer_,
And half their shoes are wooden.

III.

Signs I had to make
For every little notion,
Limbs all going like
A telegr