NOTES OF THE MONTH. 



emblazoned in the centre. Was there ever so unassuming an artifice 

 hit upon for concealing the donor ? How can we sufficiently eulogize 

 the retiring modesty of T. C. Chamberlayne, Esq. ! Not a pirouet- 

 ting miss, agile as a young fawn and k slender as an Arabian javeline, 

 could turn without encountering the shining T. C. Chamberlayne, 

 Esq. on all sides. Not a bulky Winchester alderman, with a greater 

 amplitude of broadcloth than breath, could escort a panting widow 

 up and down the ball-room without her blushes being out-crimsoned 

 by the tightly-strained pink cambric of T. C. Chamberlayne, Esq. 

 How the ladies summoned resolution enough to reveal their ancles to 

 the griffins and hobgoblins of T. C. Chamberlayne, Esq., betokens 

 a hardihood worthy of the ancient heroines. We can hardly con- 

 ceive any thing more picturesque than a room full of Celadons and 

 Amelias galloping over T. C. Chamberlayne, Esq., to the music of 

 half-a-dozen screaming fiddles. If there be such a thing as a society 

 for the prevention of cruelty to animals in Winchester, we think they 

 should look to this. Rampant lions and dancing mermaids, maimed 

 and obliterated by the ruthless, sporting gentry of the Winchester 

 ball-room, is evidently a matter of no small magnitude. 



PROGRESS OP THE VERY GENTEEL. Vulgarism is evidently 

 below par at present, and has long been at a discount, from Green- 

 wich to the White Horse Cellar, Piccadilly. It is no unusual thing 

 now for a lady's maid to object to certain situations, because " Missus 

 speaks such orrid gremmar." Even the police stations, so long pro- 

 verbial for grossness, have caught the spirit of the times, and are 

 now conspicuous for attempts at refinement. A few days since, a 

 lady whose profession was indicated by green Adelaides, and a brevity 

 of petticoats, was brought before a magistrate for obtruding, rather 

 clamorously, upon two gentlemen in the neighbourhood of Bryan- 

 ston Square. Her accuser was a policeman, who delivered a prosaic 

 rigmarole, touching the lady's powers of loquacity, and certain other 

 matters not exactly calculated to beget a favourable opinion in the 

 minds of the auditors as to the vestal propriety of the fair defendant. 

 The magistrates having heard one side of the case, requested to be 

 favoured with the nymph's version of the story. She stated that the 

 preserver of the peace had long been ambitious of taking wine in 

 her company, which honour she had firmly declined, although he 

 offered to doff his cerulean insignia of office, and attend her in the 

 disguise of a gentleman. Now the reader may suppose that the 

 wielder of the civic truncheon might reply to this accusation in the 

 following fashion. " I'm blow'd if that ere 'ent a bouncer; it's 

 nought o' the kind :" or by saying, " S'elp me God, your vorship, 

 it's a lie." No such thing. The dignitary respected himself far too 

 highly to descend to any such common-place phraseology. He 

 simply contented himself by meeting the assertion of the votary of 

 the Paphian Venus by declaring, " upon his honour and sacred 

 oath it was a fabrication !" Who could resist placing the most 

 implicit credence in so elegantly termed an asseveration ? 



MEMS. FOR JACKS OF ALL TRADES. However serious may be 



