Feargus O’Connor, as per Crown and Anchor. 
    Mr. Vincent. 
    Mr. Roebuck, with ancestral sauce—­very fine, if not pitched too
        strong. 
    N.B.—­In case of surfeit from the above, the editor of the
        Times may be resorted to as an antidote. 
    Daniel O’Connell—­whose successful practice of the exciting and
        fasting, or rather, starving system, among the rent
        contributors in Ireland, not only proves the truth of the
        theory, but enables B.C. to recommend him as the safest dish in
        the carte.

    FOR WEAK STOMACHS AND VERY SMALL IMAGINATIONS:—­

    D’Israeli (Ben)—­breakfast off the “Wondrous Tale of Alroy.” 
    Bulwer—­lunch on “Siamese Twins.” 
    Stephens—­dine off “The Hungarian Daughter.” 
    Heraud—­tea off “The Deluge,”—­sup off the whole Minerva Library. 
    N.B.—­None of the above, will bear the slightest dilution.

    FOR DELICATE DIGESTIONS, AND LIMITED UNDERSTANDINGS, PERUSALS OF

    “World of Fashion.” 
    Lord John Russell’s “Don Carlos.” 
    Montgomery’s “Satan” (very good as a devil). 
    “Journal of Civilization.” 
    Any of F. Chorley’s writings, Robins’ advertisements, or poetry
        relating to Warren’s Jet Blacking.

    FOR MENTAL BOLTERS

    Ainsworth’s “Jack Sheppard.” 
    Harmer’s “Weekly Dispatch.” 
    “Newgate Calendar.” 
    “Terrific Register,” “Frankenstein,” &c. &c. &c.

The above forms a brief abstract of Mr. B.C.’s plan, furnished and approved by the Poor Law Commissioners.  We are credibly informed that the same enlightened gentleman is at present making arrangements with Sir Robert Peel for the total repeal of the use of bread by all operatives, and thereby tranquillising the present state of excitement upon the corn-law question; proving bread, once erroneously considered the staff of life, to be nothing more than a mere ornamental opera cane.

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SYNCRETIC LITERATURE.

Concluding remarks on an Epic Poem of Giles Scroggins and Molly Brown.

The circumstance which rendered Giles Scroggins peculiarly ineligible as a bridegroom eminently qualified him as a tenant for one of those receptacles in which defunct mortals progress to “that bourne from whence no traveller returns.”  Fancy the bereaved Molly, or, as she is in grief, and grief is tragical, Mary Brown, denuded of her scarf and black gloves, turning faintly from the untouched cake and tasteless wine, and retiring to the virtuous couch, whereon, with aching heart, the poet asserts she, the said

  “Poor Molly, laid her down to weep;”

and then contemplate her the victim of somnolent consequences, when—­

  “She cried herself quite fast asleep,”