han DAVIS, who was probably some
relation to the identical DAVIS, whose most unpleasant Straits have
conferred upon him such extensive notoriety. Moldavia may, therefore, be
regarded as the discovery of one MARY DAVIS; but which one is a little
bit of mystery--a sort of bone that we generously throw to our old
friend _Notes and Queries_ to "lazily mumble" over during the hot
season.

* * * * *

OUR ANCIENT NICHOLAS.

Russia, having crossed the Pruth,
Teaches us a bit of truth;
Here we have our precious CZAR
Lighting up the flames of war.

He that kept all Europe quiet
Is involving her in riot,
On hostilities we border
With this vaunted man of order.

Who were right and who were wrong,
We, who hissed him all along,
Or the folks that cheered and shouted
After him who women knouted?

Now, perhaps, you are disgusted
With the tyrant whom you trusted,
Oh, unworthy sons of Britain!
--Don't you feel a little bitten?

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A KEY TO A DIFFICULTY.

When the appointment of City Chamberlain was conferred on SIR JOHN KEY,
the worthy Ex-Alderman naturally asked for the keys of office. A brother
alderman, who happened to be a wag, remarked that "to bestow a key upon
KEY would be to carry coals to Newcastle, and that, therefore, SIR JOHN
must be satisfied with his habitual self-possession."

* * * * *

EXTREMELY PARTICULAR.--We know a stupid old teetotaller who is so true
to his principles he won't even mix in society!

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THOUGHTS ON THE SAVAGE LIONS OF LONDON.

BY A FRIEND AND A BROTHER.

You may talk as you please of magnetic attraction,
Electro-biology, media, and stuff:
Rapping for Spirits don't give satisfaction,
The relatives never relate half enough.
Tables on castors, and castors on tables,
All I have turn'd to alike in their turn;
Mesmeric stories are nothing but fables,
_Stories_ indeed, which intelligence spurns.

In all these sensations I own I'm a scorner,
Never in them have my feelings a part;
But, where GORDON CUMMING was, near Hyde Park Corner,
Oh! there, there _is_ something that touches the heart!
His exhibition of skins show'd the ravages
Hunters can make with the savage wild beast;
But now they have got there a troupe of wild Savages,
Who have not (as yet!) of their gues