Perhaps you may not receive the above; but “sticking his spoon in the wall” reminds me of a hint I have to offer you. Did you ever see any Apostle spoons—old things with saints carved on their handles, which used to be presented, at christenings, &c. Now I think you might make your fortune with His Royal Highness of Cornwall, on the occasion of his christening, by getting together a set of spoons to present to him; and I would suggest your selection of the most notorious spoons, such as the delectable Saddler Knight, Peter Borthwick, Calculating Joey, the Colonel, Ben D’Israeli, &c. You might even class them, putting Sir Andrew Agnew in as a grave(y) spoon; a teetotal chief as a tea spoon; Wakley, being a deserter, as a dessert spoon; D’Israeli, being so amazingly soft, as a pap spoon, &c. &c. Send them with Punch’s dutiful congratulations, and you will infallibly get knighted; but don’t take a baronetcy, my respectable friend, for I hear that, like my friend Sir Moses, you are inclined to Judyism (Judaism). May the shadow of your nose never be less; and Heaven send that you may take this up after dinner! Farewell!
 Have I “seen that line before?”
*** Polichiniculus is a lucky fellow! We opened his letter after the pleasant discussion of a boiled chicken.—Ed. of “Punch."
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SIR JAMES GRAHAM was conversing the other day with D’Israeli on what he designated “the crooked policy of Lord Palmerston.”
“What could you expect but a warped understanding,” replied the Hebrew Adonis, “from such
[Illustration: A PERFECT BEAU—(BOW).”]
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CERTAINLY NOT “BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.”
SIR FIGARO LAURIE was condoling with Hobler on the loss of the baronetcy by the late Lord Mayor.
Hobler replied that the loss of the title was not by the late Lord Mayor but by the late Prince of Wales. But, as he sagely added,
[Illustration: THERE’S MANY A SLIP, &c.]
Sir Peter has placed Hobler on Truefitt’s free list.
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A SLIGHT CONTRAST!
“LOOK ON THIS PICTURE AND ON THIS!”
THE COUNTERFEIT PRESENTMENT OF
PRINCE ALBERT’S HOUNDS AND THE POOR IN THE SEVENOAKS UNION.
The sleeping-beds which are occupied by the prince’s beagles and her Majesty’s dogs are IN FIVE COMPARTMENTS AT THE EXTREMITY OF THE HOVELS—THE LATTER BEING WELL SUPPLIED WITH WATER AND PAVED WITH ASPHALTE, THE BOTTOMS HAVING GOOD PALLS, TO ENSURE THEIR DRYNESS AND CLEANLINESS. The hovels enter into three green yards, roomy and healthy. In the one at the near end a rustic ornamental seat has been erected, from which her Majesty and the prince are accustomed to inspect their favourites.