greengrocer and general dealer to abandon the latter part of his calling. Our afternoon hours, after the passing of the muffin bell, are made harmonious by public references to shrimps, fine Yarmouth bloaters, haddocks, periwinkles, boiled whelks, and water_creases_, which are too familiar to need description; and our local governors in their wisdom would bid us no longer be luxurious at our tea, or else go to respectable shops and buy our "little creature comforts." Professing an anxiety to put down street cries, our police persecute one class out of a multitude, and leave all the rest untouched. It is not only an inadequate remedy, but the remedy is sought in the wrong direction. The fact is, that the street noises are an undoubted evil, and in the interests of the public, action should be taken not to put them down, but to regulate them by local bye-laws, leaving the course of trade otherwise free. It is a plan adopted in most of the greater towns which have in any way dealt with the subject. THE DEMONS OF PIMLICO. [From _Punch_.] Edwin is a Young Bard, who has taken a lodging in a Quiet Street in Belgravia, that he may write his Oxford Prize Poem. The interlocutors are Demons of both Sexes. EDWIN (composing). Where the sparkling fountain never ceases-- _Female Demon._ "_Wa-ter-creece-ses!_" EDWIN. And liquid music on the marble floor tinkles-- _Male Demon._ "_Buy my perriwinkles!_" EDWIN. Where the sad Oread oft retires to weep-- _Black Demon._ "_Sweep! Sweep!! Sweep!!!_" EDWIN. And tears that comfort not must ever flow-- _Demon from Palestine._ "_Clo! Clo!! Old Clo!!!_" EDWIN. There let me linger beneath the trees-- _Italian Demon._ "_Buy, Im-magees!_" EDWIN. And weave long grasses into lovers' knots-- _Demon in white apron._ "_Pots! Pots!! Pots!!!_" EDWIN. Oh! what vagrant dreams the fancy hatches-- _Ragged Old Demon._ "_Matches! Buy Matches!_" EDWIN. She opes her treasure-cells, like Portia's caskets-- _Demon with Cart._ "_Baskets, any Baskets!_" EDWIN. Spangles the air with thousand-coloured silks-- _Old Demon._ "_Buy my Wilks! Wilks!! Wilks!!!_" EDWIN. Garments which the fairies might make habits-- _Lame Demon._ "_Rabbits, Hampshire Rabbits!_" EDWIN. Visions like those the Interpreter of Bunyan's-- _Demon with a Stick._ "_Onions, a Rope of Onions!_" EDWIN. And give glowing utterances to their kin-- _Dirty Demon._ "_Hare's skin or Rabbit skin!_" EDWIN. In thoughts so bright the aching senses blind-- _Demon with Wheel._ "_Any knives or scissors to grind!_" EDWIN. Though gone, the Deities that long ago-- _Grim Demon._ "_Dust Ho! Dust Ho!!_" EDWIN. Yet, from her radiant bow no Iris settles-- _Swarthy Demon._ "_Mend your Pots and Kettles!_"