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windows, in our rooms, every where that it must be in perpetual 
contact with the open air, and can do no harm to any body, is capital. 
But gas ina palace, where it can take unnoted possession of half a wing 
full of gold candelabra, Lyons’-silk draperies, and buhl cabinets, and, 
upon the entrance of the first footman with a candle in his hand, can 
carry off the whole wing into the air, may be considered a hazardous 
inmate. To prove the point on a minor scale, a gazometer has already 
burst itself in the presence of Majesty, as if with the loyal object of 
giving a lesson to the unwitting introducers of this new element of royal 
hazards. The theatre, too, has done its duty in administering wisdom 
to the gas lovers; and seldom as its lessons are worth any thing, its 
lesson on this topic is not contemptible. Long may the King live, say 
we, and soon may he have a house to live in. As to palaces, he will 
never have a modern one, worth its first coat of paint. But Alfred lived 
for a year.in a cottage. Peter the Great’s wooden hut is still an evidence 
of under what humility of roof a mighty monarch may reside; and, 
though every capital of Europe, from Paris to Petersburgh, puts our 
huge and haughty metropolis to shame, yet say we still, “ Vive le Roi, 
quand méme.” Long live the King, in spite of the architects. 
Since our writing this denunciation of Mr. Wyatville, we see that the 
architect, doubtless acquainted with our intention, and alarmed at its 
ruinous consequences, has actually contrived to sweep the Castle cause- 
way, and plant his Majesty in Windsor. So much for righteous terror ! 
But the work of repair and overthrow goes on still; and we warn Sir 
Jeffery Wyatville, that, unless he exert his energies for the utter exile of 
' the brigades and squadrons of bricklayers and hodmen that still besiege 
the royal residence, we shall nullify his knighthood. 
Mr. Denman, Nero-Denman, “ woman-go-and-sin-no-more’”’ Denman, 
has at last, after the expiration of the term of a Botany Bay repentance, 
seven long years of misery and mortification, got a silk gown! 
The vigorous, loyal, and sagacious counsel to Queen Caroline of mob- 
memory ; the liberal par excellence, the grim associate of the Woods 
and Wilsons, the Broughams and Bergamis, of that glorious time of 
love and liberty, has got a silk gown! 
The dashing Solicitor General of a week, to her Majesty of a month, 
who, by the finest exploit in blunder, since the memory of Momus, con- 
trived to burlesque common sense, insult both sides at once, and make 
his name proverbial for absurdity. has got a silk gown! How this object 
of seven years’ supplication has been vouchsafed to him by the Duke of 
Wellington, no man can conceive ; except that it may be in the contemp- 
tuous determination uniformly evinced by his Grace, to show the whole 
tribe of “popular orators” as paltry as they were ever pert, impudent, 
and presuming. 
Advices from South America mention, that the attempt to cut a canal 
between the Atlantic and the Pacific, through the Isthmus, will be 
renewed. Nothing could be more important to our Indian empire. All 
controversy on the value of India to England, has been long since ex- 
tinguished. The experience of all mankind cannot be in error; and, 
from the earliest connexion of Europe with the “ Golden Peninsula,” its 
possession, or its commerce, has been the ambition or the envy, of every 
people that aspired to European power. 
