LORD HIGH INQUISITOR.—­I am quite astonished at your broaching such abominable doctrines here, sir.  You a lawyer, and yet talk of justice in a Court of Equity!  By Bacon, Blackstone, and Eldon, ’tis marvellous!  Mr. Baywig, if you proceed, I shall feel it my duty to commit you for a contempt of court.

COUNSELLOR BAYWIG.—­My lord, in that case I decline the honour of addressing your lordship further; but certainly my poor client is wronged in his land, in himself, and in his kindred.  It is shocking personal insult added to terrible pecuniary punishment.

LORD HIGH INQUISITOR.—­Serve him right!  We dismiss the application with costs.

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THE ADVANTAGES OF STYLE.

Some of the uninitiated in the art and mystery of book-making conceive the chief tax must be upon the compiler’s brain.  We give the following as a direct proof to the contrary—­one that has the authority of Lord Hamlet, who summed the matter up in three

  “Words!  Words!  Words!”

In one column we give a common-place household and familiar term—­in the other we render it into the true Bulwerian phraseology: 

  Does your mother know | Is your maternal parent’s natural solicitude
  you are out? | allayed by the information, that you have for
                        | the present vacated your domestic roof?
                        |
  You don’t lodge here, | You are geographically and statistically
  Mr. Ferguson. | misinformed; this is by no means the
                        | accustomed place of your occupancy, Mr.
                        | Ferguson.
                        |
  See! there he goes | Behold! he proceeds totally deprived of one
  with his eye out. | moiety of his visual organs!
                        |
  Don’t you wish you | Pray confess, are you not really particularly
  may get it? | anxious to obtain the desired object?
                        |
  More t’other. | Infinitely, peculiarly, and most intensely
                        | the entire extreme and the absolute reverse.
                        |
                        |
  Quite different. | Dissimilar as the far-extended poles, or the
                        | deep-tinctured ebon skins of the dark
                        | denizens of Sol’s sultry plains and the fair
                        | rivals of descending flakes of virgin snow,
                        | melting with envy on the peerless breast of
                        | fair Circassia’s ten-fold white-washed
                        | daughters.
                        |
  Over the left. | Decidedly in the ascendant of the sinister.

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From the nobleman who is selected to move the address in the House of Lords, it would seem that the Whigs, tired of any further experiments in turning their coats, are about to try what effect they can produce with an old Spencer.