F ITN. [NOVEMBER 23, 1861. " LETSHEE. CAN'TFINDMI'IIOUS. EvERYnTIIINTURNROUNSHO, SIIUPPOSE. I WAIT TILL I'IIOUSICOMIROUNTOiE " BREEA! REAK BRE 100 BREA, break, break, Let the world thy rottenness see, And I would that my hand could grasp again The money I lent to thee. Oh weep for the orphan boy, That his little is lost to-day; Oh! weep for the holder of stock, That his savings are swept away. And the city banks go on, And pay their depositors still; But oh! for a touch of my vanished gold, That has gone from the Pall-mall till. Break, break, break, Let the world thy rottenness see; But the hard-earned gold that has fled, Will never come back to me. To H. R. H. As the PRINCE OF WALES has been made a lawyer, and, mindful of the old maxim of tra- vellers, chosen the Middle as the safest road to a knowledge of the law, we present H.R.IH. with the degrees of comparison in vogue amongst his fellows in that learned profession: -Positive-To get on. Comparative-To get honour. Superlative--To get honest. We need hardly add that many never attain to the second, and very few reach the third de- gree. WAYS AND VErANs.-The Weay Out: a Letter addressed (by permission) to the Earl of Derby, has recently been published. Probably the noble Earl would with greater pleasure have sanctioned any letter that would clearly show him the way in. STIRLING COYNE.-A man of precious metal, who will pass anywhere. SAVAGE LANDOR.-One of DEERFOOT'S red- skinned brethren. IN THE SEA. [THE following is from our basket of communications, with extra- ordinary signatures.] Here, you compound-interest-calculating old MIDAS! eIIre, you wine-sipping, cheese-tasting, musty, dusty, fusty, old wharf-worn Sim,'lus! and here, you hands-in-side-trousers-slits, be-ringed, be- chained, be-pinned, naked-throated, short-cropped MARGRAVE! Have ye come from the coast? Have ye moulted? Have ye cast the serpent-skin of money-grubbing business at the sea-side, and re- turned to town, like me,-swarthy, fresh, and juvenile ? Now, have ye bocn to Dover, Brighton, Margate, Ramsgate, Herne Bay, Sheer- ness,.Soutliend, Harwich, Scarborough, Isle of Wight, Southampton, or other-any time since this last gone, glaring, flaring, staring, broiling, toiling summer? Havo you banged, jumped, leaped, sprung, from yourseothing, stewing, brewing, baking chambers, to the gasping, rasping, roaring, ringing, hissing, whistling Babel of railway station -dived, hived in a carriage, and been thumped, bumped, jumped, dragged, bagged, and almost scragged to your destination-at last expanded your snorting nostrils-dilated your gladdened eyes-un- covered your weary brain-box as the revivifying chlorine-iodine-laden breeze was wafted on the senses from the eternal salt sea ? Have ye rushed in the laughing morn" from your penthouse bedroom to the brawling, sprawling beach, when the jolly brazen old orb of day rolls up from his bed in the east, drunk with glory rumbling, tumbling in the immeasurable grandeur and magnificence of millions, billions, trillions of radiant red-golden clouds ? Have you leaped, sprang, jumped over the rattling, rolling, rumbling, chattering, clat- tering shingle,-madly tearing from your panting carcase all the conventional trammels of things, bindings, windings, buttonings, foldings, holdings,-all tedious, hideous, insidious matters of cramped, cribbed, confined civilization-cap, coat, vest, tie, pants, drawers, boots, socks, and whatnots-stood for a moment in all the pristine majesty of manly denudity, then dived, lunged, plunged, like a mad buffalo, into the rolling serf; anon uprising, like NEPTUNE, then buf- feting, cuffeting, smashing, hashing, crashing, dashing, splashing the feathery white crest of the astonished and receding breakers, and enveloping your gladdened, maddened form in a blessed refreshed foam of salt spray? Have ye done this? No! You farthing candle of enlightened humanity-you lazy, fat, yellow Mahometan, you have thought to travel to health by express in a Turkish bath. Faugh ! Pack yourself 'tween decks of a human-freighted slaver for a thou- sand miles' run, and that is a Turkish bath. Have you kissed the deli- cious lips of the Sad Sea Waves ? If not, you are unclean, unfresh, unannealed-no companion for man, or woman! You are no man ! Man! nay, a dog, a wretch, a vile writhing, creeping, cringing crawl- ing, crumbling, croaking, fretting, sneaking, uncomfortable, unfortu- nate, unlikely, miserable, bewildered, wretched, spurned, spawned reptile. Nay, not animal, a vegetable! Nay, a weed, a dank, lank, crank, blank, dawdling, trivial nothing-an impossible thing neither of the earth, on the earth, in the earth, or belonging to the earth ; not fit for the custody even of the musty, dusty, rusty, crusty, husty, worn-out key of the dilapidated, ruined old vestibule of the ninety- eighth heaven, where the refuse of huinanity of all the planets shiver, quiver, moan, groan, howl, and shout for ever and ever. Nay, there is no rest for such an unfreshened, unsealaved villain, in the depths of Hades-neither peace nor release hereafter. He shall be everlast- ingly laboured-bloating, floating, drifting, shifting over the sluggish, muggish, dead Styx; no sculls, no oars, no rudder, sail, rope, spar, hook, beam, stick-nothing there shall he perpetually bail out with his hands the black, putrid, viscid, thicked, stinking, rotten, slotten water, in a refuse worn-out boat, given up, cast away, sent adrift, abandoned by CHARON millions of ages before the creation of man. So! the train leaves shortly for Herne Bay. I will write again. TuIOMAS CARLISLE. THE LATEST IMPROVEMENT IN WRITING.-FuN-ography. AK ! -~--~---- ----~------- - 1-- --[