e his historical synonym, been favoured with a
communication which being considerably beyond his own comprehension, he
has in a laudable spirit submitted it to Punch--an evidence of wisdom
which we really did not expect from our friend Baron Jamescrow.

We subjoin the introductory epistle--

DEAR PUNCH,--I hasten to forward you the awful letter enclosed--we
are all abroad here concerning it--by the bye, how are you all at
home--to say the least, it certainly does look very ugly. Mrs. P.,
I hope, has improved in appearance. Something terrible is
evidently about to happen. I intend to pay you a visit shortly. I
trust we may not have to encounter any more Guys--you may expect
to see me on my Friday. I can only add my prayers for the nation's
safety and my compliments to Mrs. Punch and the young P.s.

Yours ever,

MONTEAGLE.

P.S. Let me have your advice and your last Number immediately I
have made a few notes, and paid the postage.

The following is the letter referred to by the Baron Jamescrow:--

MY LORD,--Being known to some of your friends I would advise you,
as you tender your peace and quiet, to devise some excuse to shift
off your attendance at your house (clearly the House of
Lords--_Monteagle_), for fire and brimstone have united to destroy
the enemies of man (evidently gunpowder, lucifer-matches, and the
Peers--_Monteagle_). Think not lightly of my advertisement (see
_Dispatch_), but retire yourself in the country (I should think I
would--_Monteagle_), where you may abide in safety; for though
there be no appearance of any _punae_; (what the deuce does this
mean? Puny's little--_Monteagle_), yet they will receive a
terrible blow-up (By punae he means members of Parliament, and he
_is_ another Guy!--_Monteagle_); yet they shall not see who hurts
them, though the place shall be purified and the enemy completely
destroyed.

I am, your Lordship's servant,

and destroyer to her Majesty and the two Houses of Parliament.

T.I.F. Fin.

We are surprised at our friend Monteagle troubling us with a matter
evidently as plain as the nose on our own face. It requires neither a
Solon nor a Punch to solve the enigma. It is merely a letter from Tiffin,
the bug destroyer to her Majesty, and refers to his peculiar plan of
persecuting the _punae_.

We have no doubt that Lords and Commons will be blown up