with an Imperial crown
To deck its slant or flattened top,
Will never, DONOVAN, come down
Among its fellows in thy shop.

Where, in King William Street, the Strand,
Thy window shows to public view
The culprits of the red right hand,
Whom hemp and MR. CALCRAFT slew.

BISHOP and WILLIAMS, BURKE and HARE,
COURVOISIER--that fiend in plush--
At whom the people come to stare,
With THURTELL, GREENACRE, and RUSH.

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CAUTIOUS OVERMUCH.

A gentleman named BODDY appears, from the police reports of last week,
to have very properly rescued his daughter (a silly young lady who left
her own for a "Servant's Home") from the clutches of the Papist
perverters who are so constantly busied in destroying the happiness of
families. The magistrate seems to have doubted his power, but could he
not have dealt with the reverend revivalists as Boddy-snatchers? Surely
a surplus letter ought not to have prevented the precise punishment the
culprits deserved.

* * * * *

A CALICO CALEMBOURG.

_Mr. Cobden._ Why are the selfish agitators among the operatives like
the works of a clock out of order?

_Mr. Bright._ Because they insist upon striking, without regard to the
position of the hands.

_Mr. Cobden._ You are quite right, my dear BRIGHT.

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[Illustration: SCENE.-A LONELY SQUARE.

_Time._--MIDNIGHT.

_Timid Swell (loq)._ "TAKE MY MONEY, TAKE MY WATCH, TAKE EVEWYTHING; BUT
PWAY SPARE _MY COLLARS_!"]

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DIDDLESEX SESSIONS.

(_Before_ MR. SERJEANT EVES, _Assistant-Judge_.)

JOSEPH GUBBINS, _alias_ CRABB, _alias_ BLOOMFIELD, _alias_ the
_Grinner_, was charged with stealing a pewter pot, value one shilling,
from the rails of a house in Millbank Street. MR. SLASHER prosecuted,
and MR. CRASHER defended the prisoner. The case was distinctly proved.

_The Judge._ Now, JOE, have you anything to say?

MR. CRASHER objected to the prisoner being addressed as JOE. He firmly
believed, upon his sacred honour, that such a misdescription vitiated
the whole proceedings. At all events he called on the Judge to take a
note of the point.

_The Judge._ I shan't. Stuff and nonsense. The objection is not worth
twopence.

_Mr. Crasher._ It's worth fourpence at least, but it is quite in keeping
with all that goes on here that a Judge should not know the value