sat at the Cranbourn Hotel had endeavoured to
show the Government that they could not live under the law, but they
had met few friends in the House, except SIR R. INGLIS, LORD D.
STUART, and MR. BONHAM CARTER, whose names, he hoped, would never be
effaced from their memories. (_Cheers, and cries of_ 'MR. BRIGHT.')
Yes, MR. BRIGHT had spoken for them, but he had only met sneers and
jeers from those very men who now said that changes must be made in
the bill before they came to work it."

Some people value any kind of popularity. MR. BRIGHT may exult in the
shouts of the least respectable Manchester people. LORD DUDLEY STUART
may like to be cheered by the baser sort of Marylebonians. MR. BONHAM
CARTER may rejoice in the huzzas of the lowest classes of the population
at Winchester. SIR ROBERT INGLIS may be elated with the applause of the
inferior portion of the inhabitants of Ratcliff Highway. If they do,
they will be proud of the position they occupy in the good graces of the
proprietors of dirty cabs, miserable horses, and abusive, rapacious
fellows.

It must be rather flattering to Church Dignitaries to observe what
company they are in, as eulogists and admirers of the Honourable Member
for Oxford. The fact itself is not wonderful; for cab fares as they
were, and episcopal incomes as they are, are things not very dissimilar,
except in having been eightpence a mile on the one hand, and being from
five to twenty thousand pounds per annum and upwards on the other.

* * * * *

RECOVERY FROM THE CABMEN'S STRIKE.

(_To the Editor of "Punch"._)

"SIR,

"Permit me to relate the particulars of my wonderful recovery of the use
of my limbs, and consequent restoration to health. I was afraid the
strike of the Cabmen yesterday would have been a great blow to me. I
found that I had to walk three miles to my office. Sir, I expected that
exertion to be my death. I have been for years a sufferer from
indigestion, occasioning an unpleasant emptiness before meals, and an
oppressive fulness afterwards, and attended by headache, giddiness,
dimness of sight, shortness of breath, and other premonitory symptoms of
apoplexy. I have been bled and cupped, and have taken all sorts of
medicine; made my stomach a regular doctor's shop, and not only that but
a College of Vegetable Pills and a HOLLOWAY'S Depot. Under these
circumstances, I should never have dreamt of walking three mile