or “emperors’ eyes,” or “opera fires,” or of the “flames” of a place which you tell me once for say never to ears polite!  You also like very much our musique in England; the street-organs tell you best the taste of the people, and I hear them play always “Le petit tambour,” “Oh, gardezvous, bergerette,” “Dormez, mes cheres amours,” and twenty little French airs, of which we are fatigued there is a long time.  I go this morning for make visit to the house of a very nice family.  When I am there some time, I demand of the young ladies, what for they not go out?  One reply, “Thank you, sir, we are always oblige for stay at home, because papa enjoy such very bad health.”  I say, “Oh yes!  How do you do your papa this morning, misses!” “He is much worse, I am obliged to you, sir!” I bid them good bye, and think in myself how the English are odd to enjoy bad health, and the young ladies much oblige to me because their papa was much worse!  “Chacun a son gout,” as we say.  In my road to come home, I see a board on a gate, and I stopped myself for read him.  He was for say, any persons beating carpets, playing cricket, and such like diversions there, should be persecuted.  My faith! you other English are so droll to find any diversion in beating carpets!  Yet it is quite as amusing as to play the cricket, to beat one little ball with big stick, then run about like madmen, then throw away big stick, and get great knock upon your face or legs.  And then at cards again!  What stupid game whist!  Play for amuse people, but may not laugh any!  Ah! how the English are droll!  I have nothing of more for say to you at present; but I am soon seeing you, when I do assure you of the eternal regard and everlasting affection of your much attached friend.—­Comic Offering.

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HOOD’S COMIC ANNUAL.

We have taken a slice, or rather, four cuts, from Mr. Hood’s facetious volume.  Their fun needs not introduction, for the effect of wit is instantaneous.  To talk about them would be like saying “see how droll they are.”  We omitted the Conditions drawn up by the Provisional Government, (the baker, butcher, publican, &c.) in our account of the revolutionary stir, or as the march-of-mind people call a riot, “the ebullition of popular feeling,” at Stoke Pogis.  Here they are, worthy of any Vestry in the kingdom, Select or otherwise.

   “Conditions.

   “1.  That for the future, widows in Stoke Pogis shall be allowed
   their thirds, and Novembers their fifths.

   “2.  That the property of Guys shall be held inviolable, and
   their persons respected.

   “3.  That no arson be allowed, but all bon-fires shall be burnt
   by the common hangman.

   “4.  That every rocket shall be allowed an hour to leave the
   place.

   “5.  That the freedom of Stoke Pogis be presented to Madame
   Hengler, in a cartridge-box.