ion by travelling
abroad, but lost it all by travelling at home." A man that would read that,
would read anything. Mr. DOBSON, happily, survived it, living to write a
paper in which, within the limit of a few pages, we become thoroughly
acquainted with JONAS, his travels in Persia, his discreet flirtations, his
umbrella (the first under which man ever walked in the streets of London),
his suit of rich dark brown, lined with ermine, his _chapeau bras_ with
gold button, his gold-hilted sword, and his three pairs of stockings. JONAS
always thought there was safety in numbers, whether odd or even. When he
travelled, his "Partie" consisted of Mrs. D. and Mrs. O. When he dedicated
a book (which Mr. DOBSON found, more than a hundred years later, in a
second-hand book-shop in Holborn), he inscribed it to the "Twin Sisters,
Miss ELIZABETH & Miss CAROLINE GRIGG." When he took his walks abroad, he
wore three pairs of stockings. JONAS HANWAY, under Mr. DOBSON'S care, is
unexpectedly delightful. With the same magic touch he brings upon the stage
STEELE, FIELDING, GOLDSMITH, GRAY, HOGARTH'S SIGISMUNDA, and Dr. JOHNSON,
who lives for us again in his garret in Gough Square. These _Vignettes_
should be framed in the private room of every man and woman who loves
books.

(_Signed_), "_Non obstat_,"
BARON DE B.-W.

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Discovered in Drury Lane

_Near the new Baker Street Lodging House established by the County
Council._

I 'old it true wote'er befall;
I feel it when things go most cross;
Better to do a fi'penny doss,
Than never do a doss at all!

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"WAITE FOR THE END."--On Friday last, at another Unemployed Meeting, a
certain person, whose name is never mentioned in ears polite, "found
mischief still," as wrote the immortal Dr. WATTS, "for idle hands to do,"
and set one WAITE, whether a light or heavy weight is not stated, and one
SULLIVAN, by the ears. It was a hand-to-hand fight, and WAITE was
subsequently captured and brought before the Magistrate. _Mem._ for WAITE,
in the words of a recently popular song, "_Never hit a Man of the name of
Sullivan._"

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FALLEN FORTUNES.--Quoth _The Observer_ of a certain celebrity, "The family
to which he belongs can trace an uninterrupted descent for a period of six
centuries." What an awful "come-down"! _Quelle degringolade!_

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