?

_Unprotected Female._ Oh--how can you--man? Oh--will somebody call
something. It's 38, Great Coram Street, by the name of JONES--and I'll
pay anything!

_Bitter Cabman._ Oh, no--you mustn't go out o' the Hact! Sixpence a mile
and no back fare--that's the ticket!

_3rd Cabman._ Wans kept--and goods carefully removed!

_Treacherous Cabman (in a tone of pretended sympathy)._ There you are,
Marm!

_Unprotected Female._ Oh--thank you--where?

_Treacherous Cabman (calling a water-cart which is laying the dust)._
Here, Force-pump--lady to take hup!

_Satiric Cabman._ And a reasonable quantity of luggage--_wide_ the hact!

_Unprotected Female (simply)._ Oh--but I can't ride in a water-cart!

_Satiric Cabman._ Thort you might like it this 'ot weather, Marm.

_Polite Cabman._ So werry refreshin'--and you looks 'eated, Marm.

_Unprotected Female._ Oh--if you wouldn't--

_Polite Cabman._ Could I hoffer hany refreshment, Marm.

_Treacherous Cabman._ A little 'ot heel-soup, Marm--or a penn'orth o'
winkles!

_Unprotected Female._ Oh--if it was only a wheelbarrow!

[_The_ UNPROTECTED _sinks in despair upon the pile. The Cabmen
surround her in fierce exultation. Crowds of wrecked passengers and
piles of luggage slowly accumulate around her, and gradually conceal
her from the eye. A feeble plaint is occasionally heard to ascend
from the recesses of the heap._ SCENE _closes_.

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A COUP DE SOLEIL. The most remarkable illustration of "high Art," is
presented by the Sun in his character of a Photographist; and indeed he
may be regarded as _par excellence_ the rising artist of the day.

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WANTED (during the Cab-strike), A ROOMY WHEELBARROW, capable of
accommodating a Member of Parliament on the rising of the House Address,
COLONEL SIBTHORP. No Free-Trader need apply.

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A NEW CHAPTER IN THE ROMANCE OF KING ARTHUR.

_Showing how the Round Table moved of its own accord, and of the
terrible Adventure of the Rapping Spirits, and how_ SIR LANCELOT _took
upon him the quest of a Medium._

[Illustration]

Lordings, who a milder folly than your fathers knew have found,
And, where they had pushed the bottle, only push the table round;
Gentle (ay, and simple) Ladies, who, when Rapping Spirits come
To relieve the weary, dreary tedium of the rout or drum,
Rapt in admiration listen, ha