CABBIE?" The sufferings of that much injured
creature have been more than sufficient lately to elevate him to the
honours of canonisation; and the weakness, the uncomplaining
resignation, with which he has borne those sufferings, surely entitle
him to some public mark of our gratitude? Has he fallen from his high
elevation of eightpence--or, rather, a shilling--down to sixpence,
fallen almost without a murmur--and is no popular testimonial to be
given him by way of ointment to that fall? Has he not endured the taunts
of vulgar minds without a retort? Has he not sat quietly under the
sarcasms of little boys, and never once used his whip to drive them
away? Has he not been hunted from stand to stand, worse than a wild
beast, by the policemen? And has he not been compelled, which was adding
insult to injury, to carry himself and cab to the station-house (without
being paid, mind you, for the additional distance,) as often as the
vindictive object was to fine him? These are broad daylight truths which
we require no turning on of the gas to recognise--these are trials and
triumphs of temper which are so many proofs of martyrdom, scarcely to be
surpassed by any you will find in "Fox's Book Of Martyrs." We propose,
therefore, that some statue be erected in honour of SAINT CABBIE; and we
think Scotland Yard, which has been the scene where he has been made to
bleed so often for his injured cause, would be the fittest spot for the
erection. Designs for the statue should be thrown open to public
competition and sent in, for selection, to the Police Commissioners. For
ourselves, we are anxious to contribute our small mite to the worthy
object, and beg, therefore, to suggest the following appropriate
design:--

Let a wild horse--the wildest that can be found on the Green Yard--be
harnessed to the craziest cab that can be picked off a nocturnal cab
stand, and on the top of that cab let poor Cabbie be fastened _a la
Mazeppa_. An aureol, made of dirty straw, should shine round his head;
his whip should be lying by his side, broken in two, and suspended round
his neck should be his badge of suffering, on which should be marked the
fatal word "6_d._" On the box should be seated a Member of Parliament
(the conventional long ears of an M.P. might be left out on this
occasion), with the New Cab Act in his hand, driving the poor Cabman to
desperation. The motto on the panel might be "FOR WHEEL AND WOE."

The above design, we are sure, woul