little flash of golden light succeeds shade—­Chancery and creditors’ notices—­proving debts and consciences—­followed by civil contracts for Bridewell and building a Lunatic Asylum in Kent.  The association is too obvious, and verily, the maker-up of the Times newspaper is a Hogarth in his way; for what Hogarth did with pencil and brush, he does with metallic types.  Next is a Saw Mill to be sold cheap, constructed for the express purpose of being sent to the Swan River settlement—­how fortunate—­for surely any idle wight would make his way with such assistance, especially as the machine is “on improved principles.” Luxury again—­paper-hangings, French lamps, and French roses—­necessity again—­Money on mortgage, and bills discounted:  how obvious the connexion—­the very cause and effect—­the lamps will not burn without oil, and the roses will not bloom without money—­at least they will only waste their fragrance in the desert air of the nursery-ground.

The second column begins with a solicitor’s inquiry for a person long unheard of, who, if alive, “may hear of somewhat very considerably to his advantage”—­any person proving his death, shall be rewarded.  Next is a notice from the City Chamber Court of Stralsund, of a man who has been missing twenty years, and unless he informs the court of his existence on or before Lady-day, 1830, he will be declared dead—­poor fellow—­yet how many would rejoice at such an opportunity of escaping from their worldly cares.  Next comes a little string of Anniversaries of Charities—­followed by Exhibitions of the Fine Arts—­had their position been reversed, the effect would have been better; for fine painting prepares the heart for acts of benevolence, and kindleth all its best feelings.  Portraits of the Rev. Matthew Wilks and Pope Pius VII. (the latter a splendid mezzotinto from Sir T. Lawrence’s picture) are followed by a “Speaking French Grammar,” a very good companion for any Englishman about to visit the continent; for with many, their stock of French does not last out their cash.  Next is fourteen years of the Morning Post to be sold—­a bargain for a fashionable novelist, and in fact, a complete stock-in-trade for any court or town Adonis; a perfect vocabulary of fashion, detailing the rise and progress of all the fashionable arts since the peace—­the gazette appointments and disappointments—­and elopements and faux pas, sufficient for all the comedy-writers of the present century—­the respective claims of Spanish Refugees and Spitalfields Weavers—­charitable concerts and opera benefits—­and all the lumber and light artillery of the grand monde.