VERSES

ON MISS CHAPLIN—­AND

THE BACK OF AN ADELPHI PLAYBILL.

  Let Bulwer and Stephens write epics like mad,
    With lofty hexameters grapplin’,
  My theme is as good, though my verse be as bad,
    For ’tis all about Ellena Chaplin!

  As lovely a nymph as the rhapsodist sees
    To inspire his romantical nap.  Lin
  Ne’er saw such a charming celestial Chinese
    “Maid of Honour” as Ellena Chaplin.

  O Yates! let us give thee due credit for this:—­
    Thou hast an infallible trap lain—­
  For mouths cannot hiss, when they long for a kiss;
    As thou provest—­with Ellena Chaplin.

  E’en the water wherein (in “Die Hexen am Rhein”)
    She dives (in an elegant wrap-lin-
  Sey-woolsey, I guess) seems bewitch’d into wine,
    When duck’d in by Ellena Chaplin.

  A fortunate blade will be he can persuade
    This nymph to some church or some chap’l in,—­
  And change to a wife the most beautiful Maid
    Of the theatre—­Ellena Chaplin!

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CAUSE AND EFFECT.

The active and speculative Alderman Humphrey, being always ready to turn a penny, has entered into a contract to supply a tribe of North American Indians with second-hand wearing apparel during the ensuing winter.  In pursuance of this object he applied yesterday at the Court of Chancery to purchase the “530 suits, including 40 removed from the ‘Equity Exchequer,’ which occupy the cause list for the present term.”  Upon the discovery of his mistake the Alderman wisely determined on

[Illustration:  GOING TO BRIGHTEN.]

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NEW ANNUALS AND REPUBLICATIONS.

ANNUALS.

FORGET-ME-NOT Dedicated to the “Irish Pisantry.”  By
Mayor Dan O’Connell. 
FRIENDSHIP’S OFFERING Dedicated by Mr. Roebuck to the Times. 
THE BOOK OF BEAUTY Edited by Col.  Sibthorp and Mr. Muntz. 
THE JUVENILE ANNUAL Edited by the Queen, and dedicated to
Prince Albert

REPUBLICATIONS.

ON NOSOLOGY By the Duke of Wellington and
Lord Brougham. 
A TREATISE ON ELOQUENCE By W. Gibson Craig, M.P. 
COOPER’S DEAR-SLAYER By Lord Palmerston.

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DISCOVERY OF VALUABLE JEWELS.

Public curiosity has been a good deal excited lately by mysterious rumours concerning some valuable jewels, which, it was said, had been discovered at the Exchequer.  The pill-box supposed to enclose these costly gems being solemnly opened, it was found to contain nothing but an antique pair of false promises, set in copper, once the property of Sir Francis Burdett; and a bloodstone amulet, ascertained to have belonged to the Duke of Wellington.  The box was singularly enough tied with red official tape, and sealed with treasury wax, the motto on the seal being “Requiscat in Pace.”