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that the Underliill there named was a well-known local bailiff.) "An 

 old acquaintance of mine," Cinna writes, " the landlord of the Red 

 Lion, who was a jolly fellow, although his name was Tiers (what his 

 wife's was before marriage is now forgotten, for Tiers dropped tipon 

 tlie word and — blotted it out for ever !), puzzled a gentleman sorely 

 in my presence, by telling him thab he, Tiei's, was tired of public 

 life, and must retire from the bar. And I myself," Cinna adds, 

 ' ' was once canvassing for a seat in Parliament, and applied to an 

 Irish friend to let me have some wild land, that being considered the 

 only qualification necessary in a member. I began by telling my 

 friend, in the elevated and patriotic style which the election time 

 produces, that I was desirous of having a stake in the country. 

 ' Then,' says he, ' you had better go to old Ireland for that same, for 

 the never a steak you'll get in this country fit to ait, for love or 

 money.' " Outrageous puns, it will be observed, form the staple of 

 these papers. Some playful verses from the same hand, in the 

 manner of Hood, and similarly characterized, are to be seen also in 

 Sibbald's Magazine. As a specimen, I give a few lines from a ballad 

 of thirty-two stanzas. Tom Scalpel, a medical student, abstracts 

 from a dissecting-room the head and arms of a dead body. The deed 

 is thus described : — 



" Says Tom, although the sky don't fall 



I think I'll have a lark ; 

 This kind of lark, they fly by night ; 



So Tom got out of bed, 

 And took his steel and stole two arms, 



And bagged the subject's head ; 

 Like other folks that take to arms, 



He took to legs and run, 

 Although he heard no shot, ere half 



His heavy task was done." 



The grotesque consequences of the action are then detailed at 

 length, in language ingeniously tortured. I observe also some grace- 

 ful songs by Cinna, in the Haynes Bayly style. I select one verse: — 



" The worm the rose's petals fold, 

 Gnaws at its inmost core ; 

 And love that never must be told 

 Consumes the heart the more." 



To these extracts I subjoin one passage, in which the' writer of the 

 Letters of Legion, and of the productions subscribed " Cinna," speaks 

 in his own proper person. It is from ah "Address on Immigration, 



