The Legend of Mount Pilate, by G. Dance 608 Glorvina, the Maid of Meath, by J. Sheridan Knowles 614 Ode upon the Birth-day of the Princess Victoria, by J. A. Wade 620 ILLUSTRATIONS. Portrait of George Colman _Frontispiece_ Handy Andy, No. I. by S. Lover Page 20 Procession at the Inauguration of Mr. Tulrumble as Mayor of Mudfog, by George Cruikshank 49 Who are you? by S. Lover 88 Oliver Twist, by George Cruikshank 105 Handy Andy, No. II. by S. Lover 169 Spectre of Tappington, by Buss 191 Oliver Twist, No. II. by George Cruikshank 218 Portrait of Samuel Foote, by Sir Joshua Reynolds 298 The Little Bit of Tape, by Phiz 313 Oliver Twist, No. III. by George Cruikshank 326 Portrait of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, by Ozias Humphreys 419 Oliver Twist, No. IV. by George Cruikshank 430 Nights at Sea, by George Cruikshank 474 The Romance of a Day, by George Cruikshank 565 Nights at Sea, by George Cruikshank 621 BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. OUR SONG OF THE MONTH. No. I. January, 1837. THE BOTTLE OF ST. JANUARIUS. I. In the land of the citron and myrtle, we're told That the blood of a MARTYR is kept in a phial, Which, though all the year round, it lie torpid and cold, Yet grasp but the crystal, 'twill _warm_ the first trial ... Be it fiction or truth, with your favourite FACT, O, profound LAZZARONI! I seek not to quarrel; But indulge an old priest who would simply extract From your legend, a lay--from your martyr, a moral. II. Lo! with icicled beard JANUARIUS comes! And the blood in his veins is all frozen and gelid, And he beareth a bottle; but TORPOR benumbs Every limb of the saint:--Would ye wish to dispel it? With the hand of good-fellowship grasp the hoar sage-- Soon his joints will relax and his pulse will beat quicker; Grasp the _bottle_ he brings--'twill grow warm. I'll engage, Till the frost of each heart lies dissolved in the LIQUOR! _Probatum est._ P. PROUT. WATER-GRASS-HILL, _Kal. Januarii_. PROLOGUE. For us, and our Miscellany, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. SHAKSPEARE, _with a difference_. "Doctor," said a young gentleman to Dean Swift, "I intend to set up for a wit." "Then," said the Doctor, "I advise you to sit down again."