According to rumour, the baby--we beg pardon, the scion of the House of Brunswick--was to have been born--we must apologize again, we should say was to have been added, to the illustrious stock of the reigning family of Great Britain--some day last month, and of course the present Lord Mayors had comfortably made up their minds that they should be entitled to the dignity it is customary to confer on such occasions as that which the nation now ardently anticipates. But here we are at the beginning of November, and no Prince of Wales. We have reason to know that the Lord Mayor of London has not slept a wink since Saturday, and his lady has not smiled, according to an authority on which we are accustomed to rely, since Thursday fortnight. Some say it is done on purpose, because the present official is a Tory; and others insinuate that the Prince of Wales is postponed in order that there may be an opportunity of making Daniel O'Connell a baronet. Others suggest that there will be twins presented to the nation, one on the night of November 8, the other on the morning of the 9th, so as to conciliate both parties; but we are not disposed at present to pronounce a decided opinion on this part of the question. We know that politics have been carried most indelicately into the very heart of the Royal Household.[11] But we hope, for the honour of all parties, that the confinement of the Queen is not to be made a matter of political arrangement. [Sidenote: _Ultra-Loyalty Burlesqued_] [Footnote 11: The imbroglio of the Ladies of the Bedchamber had been settled in 1840. But Scribe's _Verre d'Eau_, under the title of _The Maid of Honour_, with the real incident turned into farce, had been adapted to the English stage and produced at the Adelphi.] This is followed up in the next issue by an equally audacious comment from the same fictitious correspondent:-- THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES (By the _Observer's_ own Correspondent)