y its own servants that it may see something it has paid for.
I cannot trust myself to write. Times are changed, _Mr. Punch_, or
officials are strangely altered from what they were in the time of

"Yours respectfully(!)

"_Hampton Court._ AN OLD OFFICIAL."

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TAKEN FOR GRANTED.

We doubt whether the Great Metropolis can parallel the following choice
specimen of composition, which we find in the _Morning Advertiser_ of
the 16th:--

As Good Housemaid, in a small Family, where a _Footman_ is kept, who
is a good _needlewoman_, who can attend _on a lady, with a good
character_. Direct A. B. &c., Brompton.

We have seen footmen who were justly proud of their "pins", but never
yet saw a footman who was a good needlewoman. But we quite approve of
the advertiser's caution. Being a "good" housemaid, she will serve
nobody but "a lady with a good character". This is very proper, and in
consideration of the virtuous principle displayed, one can forgive the
author's Random Recollections of LINDLEY MURRAY.

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FLIRTING. (_By an old Hand at it._)--Flirting is a most amusing game. It
is true there is nothing gained by it, but then there is nothing staked.
In fact you may call it, "playing at cards for love."

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THE SONG OF THE CITY REMEMBRANCER.

"Sweet Remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both."--_Successful Tragedy._

The City Remembrancer's post I hold.
An office that's sacred, because 'tis old;
I repel, I deny the assertion base
That there isn't no use in that 'ere place!

So you want to know what I've got to do?
And, Imperance, what odds is that to you?
But inquiry we court, as we've always done,
And I scorn all concealment, myself, for one.

I am only an image, you think, like Gog,
Whereas I the LORD MAYOR'S memory jog,
And the Aldermen also, in banquet met,
I remind of the duties which some forget.

His Lordship, for instance, perhaps I see
Is getting on slow with his callipee;
And a slight squeeze of lemon I then suggest,
With a dash of cayenne to impart a zest.

"My Lord-eh, my Lord!" says I, "why, look there!
You're a spilling your dinner, I do declare!
'Tis of haunch that you're eating; and don't you know
Currant jelly should always with venison go?

"Mr. Alderma