A clear stage, and no favour: a coach and horses on their sides, with all the passengers’ heels uppermost, in a horse-pond.—­The air adapted to a Violin: a fellow flying a kite-fiddle in a field.—­"Those Evening Bells:" a postman and muffin-man.—­Shrimp Sauce to a Lobster: a little urchin putting out his tongue at a Foot Guard.—­"Toe-ho:" a sportsman caught in a spring-trap.—­Boarded, Lodged, and Done for: a wight in the pillory, and a shower of brick-bats, dead cats, &c.—­"A Constable’s Miscellany:" a crowd of offenders, preceded by the man in office, staff-in-hand.—­Unlicensed Victuallers: a couple of greyhounds seizing a dinner. "She walks in beauty, like the night:" a black girl, shaded by a broad leaf.—­Boxer and Pincher: a pair of dogs taking snuff together.—­A Round Robin: a red-breast in the shape of a ball.—­ Hook and Eye: a parrot on a perch.—­A Leading Article: a jockey a-head in a race.—­A Sweepstakes—­“Every jockey has a jenny:" sweeps on donkeys.—­Soap-orifics and Sud-orifics: two busy washerwomen.—­A Court Day: a crowd sheltered from the rain, beneath “Poppin’s Court.”  These are but a few of the eighty-seven drolleries of the cuts and plates, which have more fun and humour than all the pantomime tricks and changes of our time; they are worth all the fine conceits of all the great painters of any age, and the pun and patter which accompany them are excellent.  We give one of the tail-pieces: 

[Illustration:  Breaking up—­no Holiday.]

Breaking up—­no Holiday.

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EMMANUEL.

This little work is “decidedly of a religious character,” and, to quote the preface, “its contents are in unison with the sanctity of its title.”  The editor is the Rev. W. Shepherd, the author of Clouds and Sunshine; and we quote an extract from one of his contributions:  its gravities will blend with the gaieties of our sheet.  The passage occurs in “Holy Associations:”—­

“But there are other feelings besides those of mortality which are closely connected with a churchyard.  Whilst from the ashes of the dead comes forth a voice which solemnly proclaims, ’The end of all things is at hand,’ there arises also to the well-regulated mind a scene of still greater interest—­one more in unison with the soul.  There is a kind of indescribable sympathy, which, like the sentiment of the prophet of Judah, prompts us to wish that our bones may lie by the side of our brethren in the sepulchre.  This feeling is part of our nature, and belongs to that universal link which connects and binds man to man, and continues the chain till lost in the essence of divinity....