humbly begged pardon of his master for not having instructed
the Railway Secretaries who answered his applications to apply at the
area-bell.

"Sir George, who was at breakfast, instantly rose, and shook Mr. P.
by the hand; Lady Flimsy begged him to be seated, and partake of the
breakfast which he had laid on the table; and has subsequently invited
him to her grand dejeuner at Richmond, where it was observed that Miss
Emily Flimsy, her beautiful and accomplished seventh daughter, paid the
lucky gentleman MARKED ATTENTION.

"We hear it stated that Mr. P. is of a very ancient family (Hugo de la
Pluche came over with the Conqueror); and the new brougham which he has
started bears the ancient coat of his race.

"He has taken apartments in the Albany, and is a director of
thirty-three railroads. He proposes to stand for Parliament at the next
general election on decidedly conservative principles, which have always
been the politics of his family.

"Report says, that even in his humble capacity Miss Emily Flimsy had
remarked his high demeanor. Well, 'None but the brave,' say we, 'deserve
the fair.'"--Morning Paper.

This announcement will explain the following lines, which have been put
into our box* with a West End post-mark. If, as we believe, they are
written by the young woman from whom the Millionnaire borrowed the sum
on which he raised his fortune, what heart will not melt with sympathy
at her tale, and pity the sorrows which she expresses in such artless
language?

If it be not too late; if wealth have not rendered its possessor
callous; if poor Maryanne BE STILL ALIVE; we trust, we trust, Mr. Plush
will do her justice.

* The letter-box of Mr. Punch, in whose columns these papers
were first published.

"JEAMES OF BUCKLEY SQUARE.

"A HELIGY.

"Come all ye gents vot cleans the plate,
Come all ye ladies maids so fair-- Vile I a story
vill relate
Of cruel Jeames of Buckley Square.
A tighter lad, it is confest,
Neer valked with powder in his air,
Or vore a nosegay in his breast,
Than andsum Jeames of Buckley Square.

"O Evns! it vas the best of sights,
Behind his Master's coach and pair,
To see our Jeames in red plush tights,
A driving hoff from Buckley Square.
He vel became his hagwilletts,
He cocked his at with SUC