The application of the new art is of daily and hourly extension.  The scandalous Sunday newspapers have announced an intention of evading Lord Campbell’s act, by veiling their libels in caricature.  Instead of writing slander and flat blasphemy, they propose to draw it, and not draw it mild.  The daily prints will doubtless follow their example.  No more Jenkinsisms in the Morning Post, concerning fashionable parties.  A view of the duchess’s ball-room, or of the dining-table of the earl, will supersede all occasion for lengthy fiddle-faddle.  The opera of the night before will be described in a vignette—­the ballet in a tail-piece; and we shall know at a glance whether Cerito and Elssler performed their pas meritoriously, by the number of bouquets depicted at their feet.

On the other hand, instead of column after column of dry debates, we shall know sufficiently who were the speakers of the preceding night, by a series of portraits—­each having an annexed trophy, indicative of the leading points of his oration.  Members of both Houses will be, of course, daguerreotyped for the use of the morning papers; and photographic likenesses of the leaders of ton be supplied gratis to the leaders of the press.

How far more interesting a striking sketch of a banquet, containing portraits of undoubted authenticity, to the matter-of-fact announcements of the exploded letter-press—­that “yesterday his Grace the Duke of Wellington entertained at dinner, at Apsley House, the Earls of Aberdeen and Liverpool, the Dukes of Richmond and Buccleuch, the Master of the Horse, the Lord Chancellor, Sir Robert Peel, Sir James Graham, Sir Frederick Trench, Colonel Gurwood, and M. Algernon Greville!” Who has patience for the recapitulation of a string of names, when a group of faces may be placed simultaneously before him?

And then, accounts of races!  How admirably will they be concentrated into a delineation of the winner passing the post—­the losers distances; and what disgusting particulars of boxing matches shall we avoid by a spirited etching.  Think of despatches from India, (one of Lord Ellenborough’s XXXX,) published in a series of groupings worthy the frescoes of the tomb of Psammis.  As to the affairs of China, we shall henceforward derive as much pleasure from the projects of Sir Henry Pottinger, cut in wood by the Morning Herald, as in surveying the Mandarins sailing on buffaloes through the air, or driving in junks over meadows, in one of Wedgewood’s soup plates!

It has long been the custom for advertisers in the continental journals to typify their wares.  The George Robinses of Brussels, for instance, embody their account of some exquisite villa in a charming perspective of the same, or of a capital town mansion in a grim likeness; while the carossiers, who have town chariots or family coaches to dispose of, make it known in the most designing manner.  The consequence is, that the columns of certain foreign