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has happened to another juvenile branch of the aristocracy, though 

 the precise cause of which, from the account given, must remain a 

 puzzler for the curious. The following is the extract : 



" We are sorry to learn that a serious accident has happened to a son of 

 Mr. C. W. Wynn. While pursuing his studies at Eton, the young gentle- 

 man violently sprained his ancle, and has since been confined to his room.' 1 



This is some amusement, we presume, peculiar to the Eton boys, 

 which has led to such a melancholy result. We should have 

 hardly supposed it possible that his pursuit of such singular game as 

 study, should have been so eager as to have sprained his ancle. 



The church has not escaped. A reverend gentleman, who glories 

 in the name of Skatto, has been thrown from his horse, while pursu- 

 ing a fox : he has broken his collar-bone. 



The paper which recorded the catastrophe hopes the reverend gen- 

 tleman will do well. We hope he will do better. 



A GENTLEMAN ABOVE PARR. If Ferdinand Mendez Pinto were 

 suddenly to be resuscitated, and to be offered the editorship of 

 an Irish newspaper, we think he would find his invention very 

 speedily at a nonplus. A few more such plumpers for fiction, and it 

 is sure of its election against fact by a triumphant majority. 



" LONGEVITY. On the 25th of December last, Dennis M'Kinley, of 

 Sheans, near Bally castle, departed this life, aged 177 years. He never 

 had a day's sickness could read the smallest print without spectacles 

 usually rose at three o'clock in the morning, and went to bed with 

 the family. He died on the same day of the month, and the same month 

 on which he was born. He was temperate in living." Cork Constitution. 



We always notice that those remarkably old people never suffer a 

 day's illness; they can always read-without spectacles, and they get up 

 at three in the morning always. No pestle has ever stirred for them 

 they never mislay their spectacle case the clock never outwits 

 them : the wonder is that they die at all : it must be a mistake, or 

 a conspiracy. The doctor must connive with the optician, and the 

 latter sophisticates the clock. 



But Dennis M'Kinley died on his birth-day. This is, indeed, an 

 extraordinary coincidence ; and yet after all it may be true. Yes, he 

 was born for the Cork Constitution and he died for it and he died 

 on the day he was born in the Office of the Cork Constitution. 



ANOTHER PAGE FOR DEBRETT. We have read with unfeigned 

 pleasure the announcement of the proposed elevation of Sir Charles 

 Manners Sutton to that portion of the legislature denominated 

 by courtesy the " upper house." We hope that this expression of his 

 Majesty's approbation will accord with the ex-Speaker's delicate per- 

 ceptions of dignity. There is one point that we would take the 

 liberty to suggest, touching the style and title by which the talented 

 gentleman is called to the hereditary branches, and which is gene- 

 rally, we believe, made the matter of discussion in the Privy Council. 

 Would it not have been more euphonious, instead of " Viscount 

 Canterbury and Baron Boxford," to have substituted the more 

 pleasing alliteration of " Count Canterbury and Baron Boxford." We 



