_Husband._ I’ll save my poor head, if I can. A good retreat is better than a bad battle. (_Husband flies, the dish flies after him._) THE LATEST PARTICULARS! “We understand that a small hamper was left by a Railway porter, this morning, directed to the Husband, which was found to contain a full grown boy, about three weeks old, with a strawberry mark upon his left arm. The wife, we are informed, has just ran away along with the Policeman with the big whiskers. Printed by T. Birt, 10, Great St. Andrew Street, Wholesale and Retail, Seven Dials, London.--Every Description of Printing on Reasonable Terms. AN ACCOUNT OF THE DREADFUL APPARITION That appeared last night to Henry ---- in this street, of Mary ----, the shopkeeper’s daughter round the corner, in a shroud, all covered in white. [Illustration] The castle clock struck one--the night was dark, drear, and tempestuous.--Henry set in an antique chamber of it, over a wood fire, which, in the stupor of contemplation, he had suffered to decrease into a few lifeless embers; on the table by him lay the portrait of Mary--the features of which were not very perfectly disclosed by a taper, that just glimmered in the socket. He took up the portrait, however, and gazing intensely upon it, till the taper, suddenly burning brighter, discovered to him a phenomenon he was not less terrified than surprised at.--The eyes of the portrait moved;--the features from an angelic smile, changed to a look of solemn sadness; a tear stole down each cheek, and the bosom palpitated as with sighing.