Notes of the Month. 99 



tcr, rising early to look ta his Indian com, saw written in the clouds, in 

 good, bold, substantial type, " William Cobbett." In Preston, " Use 

 Hunt's Matchless," has faded as by a miracle from the walls ; whilst " Try 

 Warren's," written by no mortal hand, has appeared in its stead. Last 

 accounts from Borough bridge state, that every inhabitant, man, woman, 

 and child, has committed suicide : coffin planks on the rise. 



A NEW CRUSADE ! At Marlborough-street police-office, a man named 

 Harley (not J. P. Harley of Drury Lane) was charged with having 

 annoyed Mr Rothschild, by appearing at the front of his mansion in 

 Piccadilly, and calling upon Midas to forego his dealings on the Stock 

 Exchange ; that he should no longer " come snug upon the mart," and 

 find money for arms and ammunition to cut down and shoot the loving 

 subjects of loving potentates ; but, reforming altogether, should become 

 the beau ideal of a married man ; we suppose a kind of Scroope, all gold 

 and milky kindness ! Of course, the man was committed for his rash- 

 ness. His apprehension has, however, laid open a deep conspiracy; for 

 we learn that Harley is only one of a band of enthusiasts, secretly com- 

 missioned by the bishops to wait upon and warn " the nobility, gentry, 

 and public in general," from their iniquitous courses. A fellow, supposed 

 to belong to the gang, was taken up, lurking near Holderness-house : a 

 tract called Common Sense, found in his possession, was deemed an 

 unequivocal testimony of his diabolical intentions. Some loose leaves of 

 Jemmy Taylor's Holy Living, have been picked up by one of the sentries 

 near Kevv Palace. There are great hopes of apprehending the miscreant 

 who has dropped them. A great many high families have been thrown 

 into great consternation, by their servants laying before them various parts 

 of the decalogue, thrown down the area, or insinuated under the street 

 door. What are the police about ? 



A KIND MINISTER. Colonel Sibthorp rose to speak on the reform 

 bill, when gentlemen in the ministerial benches began to cough. The 

 gallant colonel eloquently lashed the ill manners of ministers, making, 

 however, a high exception of Lord Althorp. He said, " That noble lord 

 never coughed ! he was always kind and obliging !" The fact is, his lord- 

 ship did not, as he afterwards avowed in the lobby, deserve the compli- 

 ment; for with the man in Mr. Joseph Miller, he pronounced it impossible 

 to cough and yawn at the same time ! 



THE MUNSTER EXPLANATION. A parliamentary explanation is, 

 ninety-nine times out of a hundred, a profound puzzle to folks with brains 

 of common home-spun make. A noble lord rises and accuses another 

 noble lord of impolitic, ignorant, ungentlemanly conduct ; he calls him, in 

 " parliamentary language," an ass and a knave, and " sits down amidst 

 cheers." The accused rises, repels the accusation, and " sits down amidst 

 cheers" also. Upon this, the newspapers briefly tell us, that the first noble 

 lord " explained." How he explained, or what he said, is another matter ; in 

 this instance, brevity appears the soul of satisfaction, as well as the soul of 

 something else. Now, the explanation of the Earl of Munster, on his 

 recent conduct, when the half-formed Wellington administration, " pant- 

 ing to get free its hinder parts,'' was about to pounce upon the people, 

 partakes of the mystery that generally envelopes such elucidations. The 



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