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 MODERN CLASSICS.-Est veritas
 in vine ?-Vy, no.
 SPRING TIME.--When the Cure
 sings at WESTON's.
 GREAT EXPlCTATIONS.-Civility
IITD-_,EIED I from the Civil Service.
 Newo York Spirit of the Times-
AN SEE IN THE HON. TORSO PINKINGTON TO INDUCE Anything but cordial. London
NTS TO BUY ANY OF HER CONFOUNDED STAYLACES ? spirit of the times-gin.


 JOHNSONIANA.
 [WEI have arranged with a spirit medium for FUN, and he is in com-
 munication with Di. JolrNsoN and MR. BOSWELL, who have just
 emerged from Boswcll-court.]
 DR. JOIIsoN.-"Sir, let us take a walk down Fleet-street."
 M i. BosWELL.-I shall feel, sir, personally honoured by accompany-
ing you.
 DB. J.-Look you, sir, what goodly, glorious weather. What plea-
sure have you had, MR. BOSWELL, since past August ?
 Mu. B.-Sir, your august will is ever my pleasure.
 Dn. J.-Tut, tut! But I have an exposition of thirst; let us enter
yonder hostelry. (Enter a tavern.)
 DR. J.-Drawer, mix me brandy, cold. What take you, MR.
BosWEILL?
 MR. B.-Sir, your condescension overpowers me. I will take a
tankard of fourpenny.
 DR. J.-You are prudent; your brain lieth in less peril than your
stomach by such potations ; but, sir, the drawer waits-you may
loose your purse-strings. I have left mine in my nether jerkin in
Gough-squaro.
 Mit. B.-Sir, I am profoundly honoured. (Pays.)
 DR. J.-Now, sir, you may suggest a subject for conversation.
 IMR. B.-Have you seen the new publication called Fux?
 DR. J.-I have, MaR. BOSWELL, and it refreshes thought. Sir,
"there is but one step from the sublime to-FUN." After an ag-
glomerativo consecution of profundity, the human mind becomes a
decompounded concatenation of incomprehensibility. (Drinks.) Sir,


as one may step from "the cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
the solemn temples, the great globe itself-in Leicester-square"--
 MR. B.-" Yea, all which it inherit is about to dissolve," and--
 DR. J.-Sir, I have had occasion before to deprecate interruption.
 I say we may step from the Pantheon, the Parthenon, the Colos-
 seum--
 MR. B.-Which the other day was nearly destroyed by fire-
 DR. J.-Silence, sir. I say we may step from the giganticallymag-
 nificent Colosseum at Rome,-as from the Zenith to Nadir,-to the
 Temple of FUN in Fleet-street,-or from the profound pomposity of
 FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS to the serene immaterialisms of JOSEPHUS I MIL-
 LERIUS,-nay, from the will-o'-the-wisp glimmerings of elaborated
 scientific theoreticisms, to the brilliant and scintillated sparklings,
 the corruscated and pyrotechnical skyrocketisms of FUN (Drinks.)
 MR. B.-" Prodigious !"
 DR. J.-Yes, MR. BOSWELL; in FUN there is triviality and frivolity
 without puerility, wit without venom; and though in the pastime of
 Aunt Sally there may appear an unwise consumption of time and
labour, and a breach of the abstract rules of humanity, in figuratively
breaking an elderly woman's nose; still, the amusement that gives
no pain may be enjoyed without regret; and we may pardon the pre-
ponderating incongruity of nonsensical elaborations if they sometimes
dispel splenetic, phlegmatic, and diaphragmatic humours by exciting
oar risibly appreciative approbation.
 MR. B.-What a TITAN!
 DR. J.-Nay, MR. BOSWELL, I am not yet tight.
 MR. B.-Sir, I am astounded. DR. JoHNsoN, a pun! Have you
not said, "Who would make a pun would pick"-
 DR. J.-Tut! pooh! rubbish! mistake! That remark of mine was


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 BLONDIN'S LAST (BUT TWO).
 WERE any of our myriads of
 readers at the Crystal Palace on
 Thursday last? If so, will they
 kindly ease our minds as to how.
 BLONDIN managed to perform the
 feat which was advertised the
 previous day ?-"BLONDIN will
 carry a man on his back over
 the high rope in the centre tran-
 sept." How on earth could he
 do that ? We know he can walk
 along and sit upon the rope, and
 cut all manner of capers up there;
 but how he can walk over the
 rope without breaking his neck is
 a mystery, unless, as his name
 implies, he is formed of five-
 sevenths blond, when he might be
 able to do it.


 SMILES AND TEARS.-An un-
 charitable French proverb says,
 Man, woman, or child was
 never yet helped by TIERS ;"
 the English of this must be that
 Self-Help is by SMILES.
 TESTIMONIAL TO TIE BOUCI-
 CAULTS (FROM THE NOTE-BOOK OF
 B. WEBSTER, Esq.) -" Highly
 accomplished couple, my dear
 boy; they play, sing, and-ahem!
-d-aw.
 QUERY BY SPINNING JENNY.-
Could a loom worked by steam
ever become a heir-loom in a
family ?