g shot him nor
been shot by him; but probably having simply exchanged with him a blank
pop! If MR. FREWEN has indeed been such a booby as it appears in the
_Times_ that he has, _Mr. Punch_ can only say that he would recommend
him to change the designation of Cold Overton to that of Clod Hall, and
to assume the name, together with the arms, of _Bob Acres_.

* * * * *

HOMOEOPATHY SUPERSEDED.

Here is a gross libel or a fine satire:--

EXTRAORDINARY ANTI-SURGICAL OPERATION. THE USE OF THE KNIFE UNNECESSARY.

MR. R. L----, MEDICAL HERBALIST, 15, I---- STREET, ROXBURGH TERRACE,
begs respectfully to intimate, that as a great many Persons have
been very desirous to see the Serpent which he extracted alive
lately from the breast of a lady labouring under Cancer, he will be
most happy to show it to those interested, any day from 10 to 12
o'clock, at his house, 15, I---- Street.

_Edinburgh, 12th August, 1853._

This is either a libel upon somebody or other, glanced at under the
figure of the Serpent: or it is a satire on the gullibility of the
inhabitants of Edinburgh, from the _News_ of which city it is extracted.
The modern Athenians, with all their acuteness, are said to be rather
susceptible subjects for quackery.

* * * * *

IMAGINARY PLAY-BILL.

We observe that at one of the Metropolitan theatres an endeavour has
been made to dramatise _The Times_. We admit some curiosity to know in
what way the leading journal has been adapted to the purposes of the
Stage. During this hot weather it is of course impossible for us to
visit the theatre; but in the mean time we have drawn upon our
melodramatic reminiscences, and have sketched what we suppose must be
the playbill of _The Times_. We are, however, open to conviction, should
our anticipations have been inadequate.

ACT ONE.

SCENE 1.--Printing House Square, by moonlight. A policeman on duty.
Clank of the steampress heard amid the silence, and distant plash of the
river. Coronetted carriage driven hastily in. Beautiful and fashionable
lady, in opera costume, alights. Her agitation. "_He must be saved._"
She dashes hastily into the building. Policeman saunters up and examines
arms on carriage, and the next moment is recognised by the flunkey.
"_Ha! my Lord._" "_Silence, my faithful_ JEEMES." Resumes his walk.
Lights seen along a passage--mysterious lady is being conducted to the