-EVE never heard of such a thing as "a dressing-room."
Wondered what next?

At this time the increased crowd of RED LIONS, WHITE BULLS, BLACK
HORSES, began to roar and bellow, and snort and neigh and kick in the
most appalling style. The hubbub becoming unendurable, the Editor--after
due warning given by the publisher--threw up the window in the face of
the mob, and fired a leading article over their heads. Upon this, the
crowd quietly separated.

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ANOTHER MONEY QUESTION.

"DEAREST PUNCHY,

"I don't feel quite safe--as I have a large money-bag, full of 'lucky
pieces', _every one of which is more or less disfigured, or defaced_.
Some are bent, some are chipped or cut, some have holes bored through
them to enable any one to wear them round his neck, and every one has
something the matter with it. Now I have been all my life collecting
these lucky coins--and I am sure there must be five or six pound's worth
of them altogether--at all events a great deal more than I should like
to have taken from me. Besides they all represent a 'charm' against
fits, against the small-pox, or some calamity or other; and it would be
very hard if my 'lucky pieces,' instead of bringing me good-luck, were
the cause of my lasting sorrow and ruin. Do you think they could carry
me to the Tower for having them in my possession, or would they send me
to New South Wales? My aunt tells me they are of no kind of value; but
that I will never believe, for what was once a shilling must be always a
shilling, though I should not like to be dragged off to the
Police-office in the event of my buying a paper of pins in order to test
its value.

"Yours, FANNY."

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WORTHY ATTENTION.

"DEAR PUNCH,--As there is a great deal doing at present in the way of
Removal of Nuisances, would it not be well to draw the attention of the
parties entrusted with this duty to all inquiries into 'the authorship
of JUNIUS,' than which a greater nuisance does not exist.

"TODDLES."

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ECHO RIGHT AT LAST.

In a recent edict the Chinese Emperor asks indignantly, "Where is the
LIEUTENANT-GENERAL WAN-TING?" For the reply we beg to refer his Imperial
Majesty to our old friend Echo, who to the question,

"Where is WAN-TING?" will truly reply "Wanting."

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THE PAROCHIAL MUDLARK.

A CHAUNT FOR CHURCHWARDENS A