gaze" of ordinary mortals. Nevertheless
he intends, with a liberality that does him honour, to make his fellow
men partners of his good fortune, and has therefore entrusted her
relative, and namesake, the late eminent printseller of Threadneedle
Street, with the preparation of engravings from the aforesaid
photographs. _Punch_ is happy to present the world with a prospectus of
these engravings, which are three in number. The first depicts her as
she appeared on her "conjunction with JUPITER." She is attired in her
bridal dress, a robe of white aerophane, spangled with stars; JUPITER is
just stepping forward to "endow her with his ring;" and CHARLES'S WAIN
waits in the background to convey the happy couple to their destination.
The second picture is evidently meant to be a companion to the first,
for in it she is represented on the _wane_, whilst the celestial BOOTES,
who has been holding the horses' heads, is once more putting the ribbons
into the hand of CHARLES.

In the last plate of the series, the "expression of her features," (as
was said of the young lady who wore a wreath of roses) is "more
thoughtful than before," and we scarcely need to be told by the
accompanying letterpress, that she has just been reading in the
afternoon's _Sun_ an account of the difficulties by which her beloved
brother, the EMPEROR OF CHINA, is surrounded.

Great hopes were at first entertained that she would allow a fourth
plate to be executed, displaying her as she appeared when "the cow
jumped over the moon;" but she steadfastly refuses her assent to this
proposition, alleging, with much reason, that, whilst only the learned
few could trace in the legend of this saltatory performance an allusion
to the mystical fellowship of the Egyptian APIS with ISIS, the lunar
deity, the many would treat it as irreverently as did the little dog who
is said to have "laughed at such sport;" and that, although the dish may
on that occasion have run away with the spoon, the plate thus executed
would find no spoon spooney enough to elope with it.

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PARSONS AND DOCTORS.

Many surgeons, doubtless, remarked an absurd letter from a clergyman
which appeared the other day in the _Times_, recommending charcoal in
combination with brandy and opium--as a cure for cholera. One of them,
dating his letter from Bloomsbury Square, has fortunately written an
answer to that communication, pointing out that the quantity of th