Nobody is anybody, until he takes the title of somebody, and is laughed at by everybody.

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We are surprised that fifty accidents do not happen every day at the Zoological Gardens—­for mothers let their children rove just as if they were in the most innocent company on earth; and due credit ought to be given to the wild beasts in general for their considerate conduct in not eating up half the rising generation that pay their shilling apiece to see the Zoological show.—­Monthly Mag.—­Apropos, we find there are now seven leopards in the society’s collection, and that one day last summer the receipts at the gate amounted to.  L108. 12s.

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BLUNDERS.

Some people mistake the three French Consuls for the three per cent.  Consols; quote Moore’s Almanac in illustration of Moore’s Melodies; inquire whether those two great poets, Hogg and Bacon, were not of the same family; and when asked their opinion of Crabbe, give a decided preference to lobster.  Who has not heard Hervey’s Meditations and Harvey’s Sauce mixed up in a most unbecoming manner; and culprits talking of detaining counsel, whereas the “detention” applies only to themselves.

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A JINGLING POET.

The good people of Stockholm have a public holiday in honour of Bellman, a Swedish poet, who died forty years ago.  We thought our gold-laced Christmas rhymsters were the only poets of that name.

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SONG.

The Swiss are so much attached to their native country, that a certain song, called Ranz de Vaches, sung by the cowherds and milkmaids, affects them so much, when in a foreign land, that they must return home, or pine away and die!

  Oh, when shall I return to stay
  With all I love, now far away;
  Our brooks so clear,
  Our hamlets dear,
  Our cots so nigh,
  Our mountains high,
  And sweeter still than mount or dell,
  The ever gentle Isabel,
  Beneath the elm, in verdant mead,
  Dance to the shepherd’s rural reed.

  Oh, when shall I return to stay,
  With all I love, now far away,
  My father, mother, I’ll caress,
  My sister, brother, fondly press,
  While lambkins play,
  And cattle stray,
  And smiles my lovely shepherdess.

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Napoleon, when in Flanders, caused a double row of trees to be planted on each side of the public roads; but the present government have caused them to be cut down (though not at full growth) and others planted.

PHILO-VIATOR.

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ANNUALS FOR 1830.