[Illustration]

From W, or Wakley, draw W T, or Wakley the Trimmer, the same as P C, or
Peel the Conservative.

With the centre W or Wakley, and to the extremity of T trimming, describe the magic circle P L A C E.

Cutting W R or Wakley the Radical in B P, his Breeches Pocket.

Then W B P or Wakley and his Breeches Pocket, agrees with Peel the
Conservative.

For because the circle P L A C E is described about W or Wakley

Therefore W B P or Wakley and his Breeches Pocket, is of the same opinion as W T or Wakley the Trimmer.

But W T or Wakley the Trimmer, agrees with Peel the Conservative.

Therefore W B P or Wakley and his Breeches Pocket, agrees with P C or Peel the Conservative.

Wherefore, from the greater opposition of W R, Wakley the Radical, to the New Poor Law, is cut off, W B P, Wakley and his Breeches Pocket, which exactly coincides with the minor opposition of P C or Peel the Conservative.

Quod erat brazen-face-iendum.

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THE VALUE OF STOCKS—­LAST QUOTATION.

During a rural ramble, the ex-premier was diverted from the mental Shakesperian sustenance derived from “chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy,” by an importunate appeal from a reckless disorderly, who was doing penance for his anti-teetotal propensities, by performing a two hours’ quarantine in the village stocks.  So far from sympathising with the fast-bound sufferer, his lordship, in a tone of the deepest regret, deplored, that he had himself not been so tightly secured in his place, as, had that been the case, he would still have been provided with

[Illustration:  BOARD AND LODGING FOR A SINGLE MAN.]

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THE LINEN-DRAPER OF LUDGATE.

  Shop fronts are daily “higher” raised. 
    Our master’s “ire” as often;
  Would they but raise our “hire” a bit,
    ’Twould much our mis’ries soften!

THE SHOPMEN—­POOR DEVILS

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SPANISH POLITICS.

(FROM OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT.)

“Pampeluna, Oct. 1.

“An event has just occurred which will doubtless change the dynasty of the Spanish succession before I have finished my letter.  At eleven o’clock this morning, several officers were amusing themselves at picquet in a coffee-house.  One having played the king, another cried out, ’Ay, the king! Vivat!  Down with the Queen!  Don Carlos for ever!’ This caused a frightful sensation, and the National Guards are now on their way to blockade the house.

“One o’clock, P.M.—­The National Guards have joined the Carlists, and the regulars are at this moment flying to arms.