ave your own silk tights, the latter
department might suit you best. Our artist is considered very great, and
shall convert our "Jim Along Josey" wood-cuts into your portrait. We will
also pledge ourselves to procure an illuminated cocked hat. An early
answer, stating terms, will oblige

Your obedient Servants,

GOMERSAL AND CONQUEST.

_D. O'Connell, Esq._

_T.R. Sadler's Wells._

SIR,--Understanding you are about to figure publicly and professionally in
London, may I draw your attention to my unique establishment. I can offer
you an excellent engagement as the figure-head of a vessel about to be
produced in a new nautical drama. It is at present called "The Shark and
the Alligator," but may be altered with equal effect to "The Mayor and the
Agitator." Begging a reply,

I remain, Sir,

Your's obediently,

ROBERT HONNER.

_D. O'Connell, Esq._

P.S. Do you do anything in the hornpipe line?

* * * * *

A PAEAN FOR DAN.

BY ONE OF THE "FINEST PISANTRY IN THE WORLD."

We have received the following genuine "Irish version" of a scene from and
for the times, from our own peculiar and poetic correspondent:--

"DEAR PUNCH,--
I beg pardon that yoursilf I'm now troublin,
But I must let you know what I just seen in Dublin;
There Daniel O'Connell,--Mayor and great agitator,--
Has been making a Judy of himself, the poor unhappy cratur.
At his time of life, too! tare and ounds its mighty shocking!
He shoved ach of his big legs into a span bran new silk stocking:
How the divil them calves by any manes was thrust in,
Is a mistery to ev'ry one, without them black silks busting.
And instead of a dacent trousers hanging to his suspenders,
He has button'd-up one-half of him in a pair of short knee-enders.
Now, Punch, on your oath, did you ever hear the likes o' that?
But oh, houly Paul, if you only seen his big cock'd hat,
Stuck up on the top of his jazy;--a mighty illegant thatch,
With hair like young Deaf Burke's, all rushing up to the scratch,
You must have been divarted; and, Jewil, then he wore
A thund'ring big Taglioni-cut purple velvet _roquelore_.
And who but Misther Dan cut it fat in all his pride,
Cover'd over with white favors, like a gentle blushing bride;
And wasn't he follow'd by all the blackguards for his tail,
Shouting out for their lives, 'Success to Dan O'Connell and Rapale.'
But the Old Corporation has behav