it, we scarcely know.  Every one who wishes to cut a figure in the world ought to learn this art; and certain fair cutters may by this means spread even stronger meshes than these paper nets.  We mean to see them again, although we have too many cuttings to make for the gratification of our readers to allow us to enter into the Trepado study con amore—­and so with this recommendation, we cut the subject.  We, however, expect to meet scores of our Easter friends in the Bazaar; and there is no similar establishment in London where so much may be seen for so little money.

The Bazaar has lately been extended for a suite of rooms for the exhibition of Household Furniture, for sale.  There are already several handsome specimens—­many of them fit for the splendid palaces building in the Regent’s Park.  If the reader be one of those who “meditate on muffineers and plan pokers,” he will enjoy this part of the Bazaar.  In all the Parisian bazaars, there is an abundance of meubles and you get accommodated with a newspaper and a chair, as the Street-publishers say, “for the small charge of one penny:”  might it not be so here, or is an Englishman obliged to read and drink (not think) at the same time?

The counters of the Bazaar are abundantly stocked with bijouterie and nic-nacs, the Nouveautes de Paris and Spitalfields—­Canton in China, and Leatherlane in Holborn—­toy-carts for children, and fleecy hosiery for old folks—­puffs and pastry, and the last new song—­inkstands, taper-lights, pen-wipers, perfumed sealing-wax, French hair-paper, curling-wheels—­and all the fair ammunition of love and madness.  If you leave your purse at home, or, what is worse, if you have left your money, you know not where, remember Bishop Berkley, and console yourself with the reflection that all these things were made for your enjoyment, and that all around are striving to please you.  This will be no trifling source of pleasure—­it will fill your head and fill your heart with joy—­leave the pockets to grosser minds.

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SOCIETY OF BRITISH ARTISTS, SUFFOLK-STREET, PALL-MALL, EAST.

By a Correspondent.

The sixth exhibition of this society is now open to the public, and the display of talent fully equals, or, perhaps, excels, that of former seasons.  The society, since its commencement, has realized twelve thousand pounds from the sale of the works of British artists, who, thus stimulated by the disposal of their performances, have exerted their utmost ability in contributing specimens of their art to the present exhibition.  We can, however, only notice a few of those artists who have been particularly successful; our limits not allowing us to extend justice to all.