he British Hostelry,
Its plunderings over aghast we go,
With glances adding each long, long row!

One's shocked as one glances; we shiver all,
Though we shiver quite in vain--
They have raised such a total, we, rampant, call
On the Landlord to explain.

Charge ten shillings for breakfast and bed!
Dinner reckoned at eight per head!
Are things raised again, though Protection's no more?
For your bills are as of yore!
I say, 'I'm done! Tea, two for one?
Your crumpets startle my father's son!
And my senses are whirled to the winds afar,
By your wax-lights, Attendance, _Et Caetera!_
Mourn, ye Knaves in the Public line,
Your swindles lie stark in the broad sunshine,
The guests whom you sheared ere you let them go
Have made all the world your extortion know!
Joy to the moderate hosts of France!
Custom waits upon wise finance;
Joy to your honest Yankee men!
Their guests are all travelling back again.
There they go--the shaved ones see,
Who are grumbling at British Roguery.

Take the bill--the items pare,
Fill with cheap wine the bottle fair,
Strike off half--'t will still be high--
When we've won the victory!

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THE HORSE-MARINES.--The poor horses that draw the Bathing Machines.

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AN AFFAIR WITH THE (KNIGHTSBRIDGE) CAFFRES.

We thought we had heard enough of the rows with the Caffres at the Cape;
but there have lately been some Caffres cutting the oddest capers at
Hyde Park Corner. It seems that a noble Caffre chieftain has entered
into an agreement for himself and a few of his tribe to howl, leap,
brandish tomahawks, and indulge in other outlandish freaks, coming under
the head of "native customs," for a year and a half, during which period
the howlings, tomahawkings, &c., are to be the exclusive property of an
individual who has speculated on the appetite of the British public for
yells and wild antics. Things were going on pretty comfortably, with the
exception of an occasional "outbreak"--which means the breaking-in by a
Caffre of some other Caffre's, or somebody else's head--when the chief
was seized with a generous desire to make a gratuitous exhibition of
himself, and accordingly NKULOOCOOLO--as the chief calls himself--took a
turn in the Park on Thursday last with four of his fellow countrymen.

The proprietor of the yells and native dances, fearful that the gilt