On Friday the lady of Paddy Green paid a morning call to Clare Market, at the celebrated tripe shop; she purchased two slices of canine comestibles which she carried home on a skewer.

Mrs. Paddy Green on Wednesday visited Mrs. Joel, to take tea.  She indulged in two crumpets and a dash of rum in the congou.  It is confidently reported that on Wednesday next Mrs. Joel will pay a visit to Mrs. G. at her residence in Vere-street, to supper; after which Mr. Paddy Green will leave for his seat in Maiden-lane.

Jeremiah Donovan, it is stated, is negotiating for the three-pair back room in Surrey, late the residence of Charles Mears, J.M.

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FROM THE LONDON GAZETTE, Nov. 16th.

PROMOTIONS.—­POST OFFICE.

1st Body of
General Postmen—­Timothy Sneak, to Broad-street bell and bag,
vice Jabez Broadfoot, who retires into the
chandlery line.
" Horatio Squint to Lincoln’s-Inn bell and bag,
vice Timothy Sneak.
" Felix Armstrong to Bedford-square bell and bag,
vice Horatio Squint.
" Josiah Claypole (from the body of letter-sorters)
to Tottenham-Court-road bell and bag, vice
Felix Armstrong.  N.B.  This deserving young man
is indebted to his promotion for detecting a
brother letter-sorter appropriating the contents
of a penny letter to his own uses, at the
precise time that the said Josiah Claypole had
his eye on it, for reasons best known to himself. 
The twopenny-postmen are highly incensed at
this unheard-of and unprecedented passing them
over; and great fears are entertained of their
resignation.

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FRENCH LIVING.

“Pa,” said an interesting little Polyglot, down in the West, with his French Rudiments before him, “why should one egg be sufficient for a dozen men’s breakfasts?”—­“Can’t say, child.”—­“Because un oeuf—­is as good as a feast.”—­“Stop that boy’s grub, mother, and save it at once; he’s too clever to live much longer.”

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HINTS ON POPPING THE QUESTION.

    To the bashful, the hesitating, and the ignorant, the following
    hints may prove useful.

If you call on the “loved one,” and observe that she blushes when you approach, give her hand a gentle squeeze, and if she returns it, consider it “all right”—­get the parents out of the room, sit down on the sofa beside the “must adorable of her sex”—­talk of the joys of wedded life.  If she appears pleased, rise, seem excited, and at once ask her to say the important, the life-or-death-deciding, the suicide-or-happiness-settling question.  If she pulls out her cambric, be assured you are accepted.  Call her “My darling Fanny!”—­“My own dear creature!”—­and a few such-like names, and this completes the scene.  Ask her to name the day, and fancy yourself already in Heaven.