is annoyance.
MR. KEAN deeply regrets that HER MAJESTY, having lately visited the
Haymarket Theatre, was observed (no doubt, in an unguarded moment,) to
laugh at MR. BRAID'S offensive (and most unsuccessful) imitation of MR.
KEAN'S performance in the _Corsican Brothers_, which MR. BUCKSTONE has
had the bad taste to sanction in a ridiculous and entirely unsuccessful
burlesque or extravaganza, called the _Ascent of Mount Parnassus_. This
having been brought to MR. KEAN'S ears (as most acts of the same kind
are sure to be), he has, in consequence, struck HER MAJESTY'S name off
the Free List of the Princess's Theatre, exclaiming, in the manner of
_Richard_, and in a tone of dignity which so over-powered the prompter
and stage-manager that he has not yet recovered the shock--

"Off with her name! so much for Royalty!"

* * * * *

EVANESCENT ART.

The most remarkable exhibition of Dissolving Views is that of the
National Gallery, where, through various chemical processes and
mechanical means, the pictures of the ancient Masters are undergoing
dissolution.

* * * * *

THE PUBLIC'S ADDRESS TO HIS CABMAN.

(IMITATED FROM THE ARAB'S ADDRESS TO HIS STEED.)

My insolent; my turbulent! that stands crest-fallen by,
With the recent Cab Act in thy hand, and tear-drops in thine eye,
Try not to overcharge us now, or make our pockets bleed;
You cannot do it now again--thou'rt sold, my man, indeed.
Fret not with that impatient cough: if surlily inclined,
The nearest station is the place at which redress to find;
The magistrates have now the power to mulct thee of thy gold,
Or send thee off to jail, my friend. Thou'rt sold, my man, thou'rt sold.

'Tis well! those old and crazy wheels not many a mile can roam;
After next October you must keep that vehicle at home.
Some other cab less old and torn you shortly must prepare,
With roof not full of crevices, admitting rain and air.
Yes, it must go! the crazy cab, the old abandoned fly,
Must on thy master's premises be finally put by;
And in it there some juveniles, who cannot get a ride,
May cram themselves, by climbing up the wheels on every side.

Do they ill-use thee, Cabman? No! I'm sure it cannot be;
You that have bullied half the world, and humbugged even me.
And yet, if haply thou'rt done up, and for thee we should yearn,
Can the same law that cut thee off compel thee to retu