Mademoiselle Taglioni has left London for Germany, her fatherland, the country of her pas.

The society for the promotion of civilization have engaged Mr. Tom Matthews to teach the Hottentots the minuet-de-la-Cour and tumbling.  He departs with the other missionaries when the hot weather sets in.

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Charles Kean is becoming so popular with the jokers of the day, that we have serious thoughts of reserving a corner entirely to his use.  Amongst the many hits at the young tragedian, the two following are not the worst:—­

EARLY ADVANTAGES.

“Kean’s juvenile probation at Eton has done him good service with the aristocratic patrons of the drama,” remarked a lady to a witty friend of ours.  “Yes, madam,” was the reply, “he seems to have gained by Eaton what his father lost by drinking.”

BILL-STICKERS BEWARE.

“How Webster puffs young Kean—­he seems to monopolise the walls!” said Wakley to his colleague, Tom Duncombe.  “Merely a realisation of the adage,—­The weakest always goes to the wall,” replied the idol of Finsbury.

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 1.

FOR THE WEEK ENDING AUGUST 7, 1841.

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THE WIFE-CATCHERS.

A LEGEND OF MY UNCLE’S BOOTS.

In Four Chapters.

  “His name ’tis proper you should hear,
    ’Twas Timothy Thady Mulligin: 
  And whenever he finish’d his tumbler of punch,
    He always wished it full agin.”

CHAPTER II.

[Illustration:  Y]"You can have no idea, Jack, how deeply the loss of those venerated family retainers affected me.”

My uncle paused.  I perceived that his eyes were full, and his tumbler empty; I therefore thought it advisable to divert his sorrow, by reminding him of our national proverb, “Iss farr doch na skeal[1].”

    [1] A drink is better than a story.

The old man’s eyes glistened with pleasure, as he grasped my hand, saying, “I see, Jack, you are worthy of your name.  I was afraid that school-learning and college would have spoiled your taste for honest drinking; but the right drop is in you still, my boy.  I mentioned,” continued he, resuming the thread of his story, “that my grandfather died, leaving to his heirs the topped boots, spurs, buckskin-breeches, and red waistcoat; but it is about the first-mentioned articles I mean especially to speak, as it was mainly through their respectable appearance that so many excellent matches and successful negotiations have been concluded by our family.  If one of our cousins was about to wait on his landlord or his sweetheart, if he meditated