D JULIUS who she was, replied, in a firm voice,
"_Ubi tu_ CAIUS, _ibi ego_ CAIA," and immediately bound the door-posts
with woollen fillets, supplied by MADAME CRINOLINE, of Bond Street. She
was lifted over the threshold, touched fire and water--a wax lucifer and
some _Eau de Cologne_ doing the symbolic duty--the nuptial song, written
by M. CATNACH, and composed by M. COSTA, was sung; LORD JULIUS scattered
nuts (best Barcelona, from SHADRACK'S) among the boys; and then several
matrons, who had been married but once (the HON. MRS. JONES, the HON.
MRS. BROWN, and the HON. MRS. ROBINSON), singing all the way, conducted
the happy bride to the nuptial bower, which was erected in the hall, and
covered with flowers. Young women sang outside the house until midnight,
when they were ordered off by the Police. The second entertainment, the
_Nepotia_, will be given this day. We should add that the ceremony was
impressively performed by the HON. and REV. PONTIFEX MAXIMUS, assisted
by the HARUSPEX BOBBUS MONTGOMERIENSIS.

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PLAYHOUSE PEGS.

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The _Morning Post_, by a Correspondent, begs to call the earnest
attention of an emotional public to the use and abuse of a wooden peg at
the Princess's Theatre, "for the accommodation of a lady's bonnet." That
bonnets are the source of a multitude of evils is a truth that every
married man will not, for a moment, hesitate to avouch; however HENRY or
AUGUSTUS--not yet married--may hypocritically venture to dispute. Now a
bonnet at the Princess's Theatre--according to the _Post_
correspondent--carries with it a peculiar worth: namely, price sixpence.
On the 25th instant at half-past 9, the dress-circle of the Princess's
"less than half-full," a lady was required to give up her bonnet. Well
and good. That bonnet was hung upon a peg. As bonnets are now worn, a
bonnet, for that matter, might be hung upon nothing. When the bonnet was
reclaimed, the complaining gentleman proffered 4_d._, which was
"indignantly rejected. Nothing less than sixpence could be taken;" which
being given, the gentleman remarks commercially "that 6_d._ per evening
is too heavy a rate to exact for the use of a peg."

By no means. At least, not at the Princess's Theatre: there, the whole
management is a management of pegs. What is poor BYRON made of, but a
peg--a mere peg--whereon to hang the fine clothes of a _Sardanapalus_?
Plays, as mere plays, are not to be thou