NOTES OF THE MONTH. 



like lamp-posts in the lobes of his ears and numerous trophies o^ 

 his murders, in the shape of skulls nailed to his wigwam Hoki Poki 

 Wankee Fum, perhaps, that unhappy prince, who when 



Of fifty wives he was bereft, 

 He hadn't more than fifty left 



or some relative of that illustrious old lady, " renowned in story," 

 who, after having been converted and baptized, on being asked, at 

 the point of death, by a pious missionary, if there was any thing she 

 could think of to sooth her departing spirit, replied with an emphatic 

 gastronomic glance at her heavenly comforter, " Oh ! how my soul 

 languishes for the broiled hand of a delicate Pawnee child !" 



Our missionary-mongers, most of whom, by the bye, are women 

 ugly ab initio, and hopeless of husbands, or lovely sinners who have 

 become saints, when paint and putty failed to conceal the cracks in 

 their shop-fronts, would infinitely more advance the glory of God, by 

 consecrating their subscribed millions to the alleviation of that infer- 

 nal toil which stunts the body, and warps the very soul of the factory 

 child, or by employing the industrious artisans, who, with folded arms, 

 and pale haggard faces, lurk about the streets of manufacturing 

 towns, longing for work, with the w T orm of hunger gnawing 

 their entrails or even by decreasing the national debt, and thus al- 

 leviating the pressure of taxation on the miserable shop-keepers, than 

 by sending their black-legged ambassadors to preach the gospel among 

 unwilling savages. The industrious poor of this country are more in 

 want of ghostly comfort than the cannibals. Administer to their 

 pressing necessities by giving them rational and proper employment, 

 at a fair price ; throttle the serpent of want, that, as in the group of 

 the Laocoon, grips in its horrid grasp the wretched father and his 

 offspring, and more converts to Christianity may be made in this 

 "tight little island," among the despairing starving wretches in our 

 manufacturing cities in one year, than among the fat heathen in half 

 a million. The pale silk-weaver of Spital-fields, with enough 

 beef in his belly to thank God for, would sing a psalm of thankgiving 

 with much more sincerity and benefit to his soul, than Hoki Poki 

 Wankee Fum, after having gorged himself on the pope's eye and 

 parts adjacent of a roasted foe. 



THE NOBLE AND GALLANT MARQUESS. It must be a matter of 

 severe mortification to our ministry to erase from our navy list so 

 honoured a name as that of Napier and it could not but excite the 

 disgust of all those who are justly proud of the bravery of our fel- 

 low countrymen, to witness the pertinacity with which the Marquess 

 of Londonderry pressed the subject on the attention of the govern- 

 ment. There ought to be a secret affinity between gallant spirits, 

 which should induce respect even for the achievement of an enemy. 

 But that the Marquess, a gallant soldier himself, should be so far 

 divested of that feeling as to press for the completion of an act 

 which others could hardly contemplate without sorrow and shame, 



