Colonel Sibthorp, Member for Lincoln, examined—­Knew the deceased.  Since the accession of Sir Robert Peel to power had had many conversations with the deceased upon the ministerial bench.  Had offered snuff-box to the deceased.  Deceased did not snuff.  Deceased had said that he thought witness a man of high parliamentary genius, and that Sir Robert Peel ought to have made him (witness) either Lord Chamberlain or Chancellor of the Exchequer.  In every other respect, deceased behaved himself quite rationally.

There were at least twenty other witnesses—­Members of the House of Commons—­in attendance to be examined; but the Coroner put it to the jury whether they had not heard enough?

The jury assented, and immediately returned a verdict—­Felo de se.

N.B.  A member for Finsbury wanted next dissolution.

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A CURIOUS ERROR.

A member of the American legislature, remarkable for his absence of mind, exhibited a singular instance of this mental infirmity very lately.  Having to present a petition to the house, he presented himself instead, and did not discover his mistake until he was

[Illustration:  ORDERED TO LIE ON THE TABLE.]

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SIR ROBERT PEEL (LOQUITUR).

  When erst the Whigs were in, and I was out,
  I knew exactly what to be about;
  Then all I had to do, through thick and thin,
  Was but to get them out, and Bobby in.

  And now that I am in, and they are out,
  The only thing that I can be about
  Is to do nothing; but, through thick and thin,
  Contrive to keep them out, and Bobby in.

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SONGS FOR THE SEEDY.—­No. 3.

  Oh! think not all who call thee fair
    Are in their honied words sincere;
  And if they offer jewels rare,
    Lend not too readily thine ear. 
  The humble ring I lately gave
    May be despised by thee—­well, let it;
  But Mary, when I’m in my grave,
    Think that I pawn’d my watch to get it.

  Others may talk of feasts of love,
    And banqueting upon thy charms;
  But did not I devotion prove,
    Last Sunday, at the Stanhope Arms? 
  My rival order’d tea for four,
    The waiter at his bidding laid it;
  He generously ran the score,
      But, Mary, I did more,—­I paid it.

  I know he’s dashing, bold, and free,
    A front of Jove, an eye of fire;
  But should he say he loves like me,
    I’d, like Apollo, strike the lyre. 
  He says, he at your feet will throw
    His all; and, if his vows are steady,
  He cannot equal me—­for, oh! 
    I’ve given you all I had, already.

  Mary, I had a second suit
    Of clothes, of which the coat was braided;
  Mary, they went to buy that flute
    With which I thee have serenaded. 
  Mary, I had a beaver hat,
    Than this I wear a great deal better;
  Mary, I’ve parted too with that,
    For pens, ink, paper—­for this letter.