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SHIPPING INTELLIGENCE.

The Shamrock ran upon a timber-raft on Monday morning, and was off Deal in ten minutes afterwards.

The storm of Thursday did considerable damage to the shipping in the Thames.  A coal was picked up off Vauxhall, which gave rise to a report that a barge had gone down in the offing.  On making inquiries at Lloyd’s, we asked what were the advices, when we were advised to mind our own business, an answer we have too frequently received from the underlings of that establishment.  The Bachelor has been telegraphed on its way up from Chelsea.  It is expected to bring the latest news relative to the gas-lights on the Kensington-road, which, it is well known, are expected to enjoy a disgraceful sinecure during the winter.

Captain Snooks, of the Daffydowndilly, committed suicide by jumping down the chimney of the steamer under his command.  The rash act occasioned a momentary flare up, but did not impede the action of the machinery.

A rudder has been seen floating off Southwark.  It has a piece of rope attached to it.  Lloyd’s people have not been down to look at it.  This shameful neglect has occasioned much conversation in fresh-water circles, and shows an apathy which it is frightful to contemplate.

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TO SIR ROBERT.

  Doctors, they say, are heartless, cannot feel—­
  Have you no core, or are you naught but Peel?

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A PLEASANT ASSURANCE.

The Marquis of Normandy, we perceive, has been making some inquiries relative to the “Drainage Bills,” and has been assured by Lord Ellenborough, that the subject should meet the attention of government during the recess.  We place full reliance on his Lordship’s promise—­the drainage of the country has been ever a paramount object with our Whig and Tory rulers.

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CHRISTIANITY.—­PRICE FIFTEEN SHILLINGS.

The English poor have tender teachers.  In the first place, the genius of Money, by a hundred direct and indirect lessons, preaches to them the infamy of destitution; thereby softening their hearts to a sweet humility with a strong sense of their wickedness.  Then comes Law, with its whips and bonds, to chastise and tie up “the offending Adam”—­that is, the Adam without a pocket,—­and then the gentle violence of kindly Mother Church leads the poor man far from the fatal presence of his Gorgon wants, to consort him with meek-eyed Charity,—­to give him glimpses of the Land of Promise,—­to make him hear the rippling waters of Eternal Truth,—­to feast his senses with the odours of Eternal sweets.  Happy English poor!  Ye are not scurfed with the vanities of the flesh!  Under the affectionate