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‘scholars to play,’ in! the centre of Dean-yard; Westminster Abbey; has 
‘been removed, and a handsome iron ‘pallisade is now forming*rdund the 
same;'from five to six feet high!” This is « the mountain’ ‘coming»:to 
Maliomed”’ with a vengeance! Nobody can doubt the authority ofsthe 
Post ;' but: there are Journals which might have’ stated such a:fact,! and 
hardly been believed. . + san 
But there is an infinite deal in a “ manner of speaking,” as Master 
Matthew says, when he terms the cudgelling that. Downright threatens 
to give him. «‘ the bastinado.” ‘« Mr. Richardson’s Theatres,” I see by 
the Times of this morning are advertised for sale. Now, even with the 
name of “Richardson” to help me, I read on to the end’ of’ the 
advertisement, before I discovered that these “Theatres,” meant’ the 
booths and caravans of Mr. Richardson who shows at Bartholomew fair. 
‘The “ Scenery” is declared to be of “ first-rate order,” executed by 
«“ Greenwood and Andrews in their best manner.” The wardrobé is 
necessarily of the best description ; inasmuch as the perfurmances bemg 
more frequently in the day-time, renders it imperative that it should’ be 
of such a superior class as to bear the light!” Of course this salé is by 
‘George Robins,” and it is said that Mr. Peter Moore has made pro- 
posals for becoming the purchaser. — 
Mr. E. G. Wakefield means (according to the Manchester Guardian) 
* to move for a writ of Habeas Corpus immediately, to bring up his 
wife [Miss Turner] to the Court of King’s Bench, in order that she 
may be delivered to him.” Mr. E. G. Wakefield had the lady in his 
possession ten days, and, at the end of that time all she desired was to 
get away from him. I think—after an exposition like that—Mr. E.G. 
Wakefield should give up making fortunes by marrying ladies; and try 
some other trade better suited to his (apparent) capacity. > See 
The two winter theatres have opened for the season; Drury-Jane with 
the comedy of The Wonder, and Covent-garden with Pizarro.’ My 
firm belief is, that it was this last play that killed the King and Quéenof 
the Sandwich Islands; and not the pork sausages that they ate ‘at supper 
afterwards, as has been currently reported. At all events, it was the 
last play they ever saw ; and they never were well afterwards: a result, 
which, judging from my own feelings under the same visitation, I cannot 
say I am at all surprised at. tp 
‘An’ ingenious person who mends the appearances of sparrows, hen 
linnets, ‘and other homely feathered birds, by painting them up into 
cock bull-finches, and Java orioles, has had his occupation murdered 
by @ stretch of arbitrary power. He sold some brickdust adulterating 
chandler a “ CARPOON” (name and all), for eighteen pence, which 
turned out to be a tom-tit touched with minium and yellow ochre. 
They sent this improver of nature’s works to the House of Correction, 
which seems to me a sentence very questionable. It would have béen 
far more just to have sent the purchasers of “ CARPOONS,” at eighteen 
pence a piece, to Bedlam. ae 
The Bishop of Calcutta is dead; which, as the Bombay Courier ob- 
serves, is an event “ highly afflicting.” But, he died of apoplexy—as a 
dignitary should do—in which there is some consolation. — yee 
Poor Lord Gifford, too, has died since my Jast: an event which 
touches me more nearly, because I used to meet him every day, hardly 
a week since, in the full enjoyment of health, fortune, and never 
dreaming, I dare say, that he should die at all. He died—second judge 
