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TO MR GREEN, THE INSPECTOR OF HIGHWAYS.

ON HIS RECENT SKYLARK.

“The air hath bubbles as the water hath.”

  Huzza! huzza! there goes the balloon—­
    ’Tis up like a rocket, and off to the moon! 
      Now fading from our view,
        Or dimly seen;
      Now lost in the deep blue
        Is Mr. Green!

  Pray have a care,
    In your path through the air,
      And mind well what you do;
        For if you chance to slip
      Out of your airy ship,
        Then down you come, and all is up with you.

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FASHIONABLE ARRIVALS.

Two thousand and thirty-five remarkably fine calves, from their various rural pasturages at Smithfield.  Some of the heads of the party have since been seen in the very highest society.

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ADVICE GRATIS.

“What will you take?” said Peel to Russell, on adjourning from the School of Design.  “Anything you recommend.”  “Then let it be your departure,” was the significant rejoinder.

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PLEASANT CROPS ABROAD.—­A GOOD LOOK OUT FOR THE SYRIANS.

“French agents are said to be sowing discontent in Syria.”—­Sunday Times.

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THE GENTLEMAN’S OWN BOOK.

Having advised you in our last paper of “Dress in general,” we now proceed to the important consideration of

DRESS IN PARTICULAR,

a subject of such paramount interest and magnitude, that we feel an Encyclopaedia would be barely sufficient for its full developement; and it is our honest conviction that, until professorships of this truly noble art are instituted at the different universities, the same barbarisms of style will be displayed even by those of gentle blood, as now too frequently detract from the Augustan character of the age.

To take as comprehensive a view of this subject as our space will admit, we have divided it into the quality, the cut, the ornaments, and the pathology.

THE QUALITY

comprises the texture, colour, and age of the materials.

Of the texture there are only two kinds compatible with the reputation of a gentleman—­the very fine and the very coarse; or, to speak figuratively—­the Cachmere and the Witney blanket.

The latter is an emanation from the refinement of the nineteenth century, for a prejudice in favour of “extra-superfine” formerly existed, as the coarser textures, now prevalent, were confined exclusively to common sailors, hackney-coachmen, and bum-bailiffs.  These frivolous distinctions are happily exploded, and the true gentleman may now show in Saxony, or figure in Flushing—­the one being suggestive of his property, and the other indicative of his taste.  These remarks apply exclusively to woollens, whether for coats or trousers.