tack on our
late beloved Mr. Pickwick. Shocking as it is, we cannot forbear, in
duty to the deceased gentleman, presenting it to our readers--

"POTT'S PICKWICK."

"Our emasculated contemporary, not content with debauching Eatanswill
politics, must go far afield and drag from his grave an obscure and
feeble being whom he claims to make one of his besmirched heroes. But
Potts' praise, as we have learned long since, is no more than daubing
its object with dirt. Why, this very Pickwick whom he belauds--can it
be forgotten how Eatanswill shook its sides with laughter at the
figure he made our besotted contemporary cut? Who will forget Mr. W---
le, his creature, whom Pickwick introduced into the Potts' household
and the resulting scandal, how Mr. W---le, aforesaid, fled from the
house, leaving the belated Ariadne in tears? Does Pott forget who it
was put his finger on this spot and, for the fair fame of Eatanswill,
clamoured for its extinction? Who forgets our warnings and their
fulfilment? The arrival of the Lieutenant; the menaced proceedings in
a certain court; the departure of the fair but frail culprit. And yet
Pott with an ineffable effrontery that would do credit to a fishwife
in and from Billingsgate, clamours about this Pickwick and his
virtues, and drops his maudlin tears upon his coffin! Why was he not
there to give his hand to Mr. Lothario W---le, who, we understand, was
also present? By the way, we have received the following lines from a
valued correspondent:--

Your tears you may sprinkle
O W---le, O W---le,
With more of this same kind of rot.
The lady so gay
Could not say you nay,
Merely bidding you '_Go to Pot_.'

Our hide-bound contemporary, will not, of course, see the point--"

We are grieved to say, that the indecent Eatanswill controversy over
the lamented Mr. Pickwick still goes on. More strictly speaking,
however, he has dropped out of sight owing to the inflamed passions
which have been roused between the editors. Our sympathies are, we
need not say, with Mr. Pott, still we wish he would somewhat temper
his language, out of respect for the dead. Here is his crushing
retort--

"FILTH ON THE COFFIN."

"We have seen at some historic funeral, say of some personage
obnoxious to the mob, dead dogs, cats, rats, and rotten eggs, hurled
from a safe dist