at the doors, instead of by an increased sale of beer and gin, and
so 'create a monopoly in their own favour,' they must recollect that
they did so 'entirely at their own risk,' that is, at the risk of
having their concert rooms closed by the licensing Magistrates on
the next licensing day."

Now, in the Middlesex Magistrates, as represented by MR. POWNALL, and
not in them only, but in the whole unpaid Bench, might the British
sculptor find models for household gods to embellish pot-houses withal.
Their worshipful forms might be carved to stand as chimney ornaments, or
to stride in the character of the jolly divinity upon barrels over
tap-room doors. The "fair round belly with good capon lined," of the
worthy justice would exceedingly well become that situation; for the
national organ of music which the magistracy wish to cultivate appears
to be a barrel-organ. No stout, no song; no beer, no ballad; no porter,
no piano; no heavy, no harp; no fuddle, no fiddle; are the maxims which
regulate their philharmonic ordinances. No gin, no glee, is their
decree; no go, and no chorus. Therefore the mantelpiece of every
Jerry-shop ought to be embellished with their statuettes, and so ought
that of every big brewer and gin-spinner, their private connexions,
consulting whose vested interests under the pretence of a regard to
public duty, they violate the very essential principle of Free Trade, in
order to prevent the competitors of their friends from "creating a
monopoly in their own favour."

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LIBEL ON THE PRINCE OF WALES.

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A Sunday paper, which affects to consider itself the organ of the Court,
has fallen into a libel through its excessive propensity to flunkeyism.
The following is the libellous paragraph:--

"THE PRINCE OF WALES AND THE SHOPMAN.--During one of the late Royal
visits to the Dublin Exhibition the Royal children wandered about in
the toy section of the building, while the QUEEN and PRINCE ALBERT
were in other departments. The PRINCE OF WALES showed a precocious
tact in striking a bargain. He asked the price of an elaborate
specimen of carving in bog-oak. The shopman in attendance, quite
overwhelmed with the unexpected honour, answered distractedly, "a
shilling"--the true price being about fifteen shillings. The Prince,
with a promptitude worthy the future ruler of a great commercial
nation, clo