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NOTES OF THE MONTH. 



PATRIOTISM v. PENSION-HUNTERS. A correspondent in a morn- 

 ing paper, emulous of l&sop, puts forth the following fable, not, 

 however, disguising it in zoological clothing. " The Duke of Wel- 

 lington recently said, with references to many applications ' I have 

 one answer to all : these are not times to consider what can be 

 done for friends, but what can be done for the country/ " 



Important, if true ; but chiefly important to prowlers after pen- 

 sions, or the Nimrods of place. In this confession, were it authentic, 

 how much of the old system of Tory plunder is openly confessed. 

 " These are not times to think of friends !" an avowal leading to 

 the foregone conclusion, that there were times when friends only 

 wese thought of ! It is now time to consider ' ' what can be done 

 for the country." Now time ! the thing was never thought of be- 

 fore ! " God bless my soul ! we have hitherto quite overlooked 

 that minor consideration, the country. The country ! what was the 

 use of the country, if it were not to be made to pay taxes at pleasure, 

 and be quiet on compulsion." But now, it seems, something must 

 be done for it. We are, however, in spite of these wolfish indications 

 of amiability, rather mistaken if the country will consent to be " done 

 for" by the Duke of Wellington. 



THE MIRROR CF MAGISTRATES. Somebody suggested as a reason 

 why there was no longer, as of old, a Lord Mayor's fool, that the 

 chief magistrate was himself perfectly competent to undertake the 

 duties of that elevated office ; and that accordingly, it had for many 

 years become merged and amalgamated with the official routine of 

 the mayoralty. 



We have no overweening admiration of magistrates, although we 

 feel duly solicitous for their intellectual improvement. In accordance 

 with these sentiments, we presume to 



" Hold them up an ass, 



Where they may see the inmost part of them." 



The Lord Mayor has declined to call a Common Hall in com- 

 pliance with the desire of a respectable requisition. 



The Duke of Wellington may well cry, " Defend me from my 

 friends," when he beholds his creatures attempting, by such means as 

 these, to stifle the expression of public feeling ; or is this municipal 

 functionary to be considered a demy-official organ of the new Tory 

 Cabinet ; and are we to take his promises upon his recent election, 

 of calling a Common Hall whenever the citizens of London required 

 him to do so, as a sample of the sincerity with which the promises and 

 indirect professions of his master, the Duke are likely to be fulfilled. 



We call upon the citizens of London to mark their sense of the 

 antics of this paper-headed person, in a marked and not to be mis- 

 understood manner. How he can look the statue of Beckford in the 



