hanical nature. He should think that one of the
parties touching the table was a very zealous Protestant.

We inquired if there would be any harm in our trying if tables would
move by the imposition of our hands? He replied that there could be no
doubt that they were moved by an imposition practised by hand, but if we
had any, there was no objection to our making the experiment. We,
therefore, chose twelve honest men, constituting, in fact, a British
jury, and got them to lay their hands on a substantial dinner-table,
which presently began to move. The following dialogue ensued:

"Where are the head-quarters of despotism? Are they in England?" There
was no movement. "Are they in France?" A violent movement. "Are they in
Austria?" A tremendous movement. "Are they in Russia?" The table jumped
and bounced, and tumbled from side to side in such a manner that one
might have imagined that a quantity of brandy and water had been spilt
upon it and made it furiously drunk.

"Do you know OLD NICHOLAS?" The table capsized, went right over;
completely upset.

After that, what question can there be about the "agency" concerned in
Table-moving? DR. DRYPORT, however, will have it that MR. GODFREY and
MR. GILLSON have not been having communication with evil spirits, and
that whatever those gentlemen may say for themselves, they are no
conjurors.

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"MANCHESTER is the portico of the great Temple of Peace."--_Cobden._

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SIGNS OF THE TIMES.

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Last night, an alarming riot took place in Printing-house Square. About
five hundred hotel-keepers--represented by their signs--attacked the
_Times'_ office.

The RED BULL swore "he'd toss the whole bilin of 'em for a pint. He
ought to know something of rumpsteaks; and 5_s._ a head warn't too much
for 'em."

The ANGEL wondered that any gentlemen who _was_ a gent _could_ object to
wax-candles to go to bed with. The ANGEL abominated compo; hoping she
knew what real light was.

The GOAT-IN-BOOTS said kids, other ways children, over nine, ought to be
charged for as full-growd. Some little gals was women at eight.

The COCK-AND-BOTTLE was above trumpeting anything. But how could any
gent expect a pint of port under three-and-six?

At least a dozen BEARS--growling their loudest--said, seeing the expense
at which they sat, swore they couldn't afford a sandwich under a
shilling.

The ADAM-AND