A LITTLE WRINKLE FOR NEXT SESSION.—If the parliamentary privilege of
freedom from arrest is done away with, we are afraid that the question
of the Jews in a British Parliament will touch not only the prejudices
but the persons of certain members too closely ever to be admitted.
CURIOUS DISCOVERY OF A SKELETON.—The perfect skeleton of a goose is
found in November next in Thames Tunnel by a police-officer looking for
an escaped criminal. The poor animal is supposed to have taken refuge
there on Michaelmas day, and to have died of starvation. This little
paragraph is written to record its sagacity. Readers, if you have any
sympathy, you will drop a tear to the memory of that goose!
Why do sailors serving in brigs make bad servants?
Because it's impossible for a man to serve _two-masters_.
A NOVELTY.—Prince Albert's pig does not get a prize this year. The law
is a long Chancery Lane that hath no turning but Portugal Street.
"OUR NATURAL ENEMIES"—tailors.
"THE BOTTLE."—"Ah, my dear fellow, you're gradually drinking yourself
into the grave," as the Pint Bottle said to the Quart.
PROVERB JUST IMPORTED FROM BOULOGNE.—A moustache covers a multitude of
debts.