I'm to marry a girl in the City, She allows me a hundred a year To dress on, and make myself pretty, And keep me in baccy and beer. The duties?--Oh, as for the duties, You can possibly guess what they are; And I warrant the boys will be beauties That are destined to call me Papa. * * * * * "BARRY, COME UP!" (_Quotation from Shakspeare by a "geltlebal with a cold id 'is 'ead."_)--Mr. J. WOLFE BARRY was made "a Companion of the Bath," as a recognition of his having done his best for the Thames. * * * * * [Illustration: ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY. M.P.] _House of Commons, Monday, July 2._--"I am sorry," said Cap'en TOMMY BOWLES, "that there is no CHATHAM, BURKE, or FOX alive at this moment to resist this project of taxing the Colonies." In their unavoidable absence the CAP'EN, contrary to his custom, offered a few remarks. It had been just as well if he had omitted the preliminary one. He really did not mean anything, much less did he desire deliberately to offend his friends BARTLEY, BUTCHER, and BYRNE. But, as the poet remarks, Evil is wrought by want of thought, and the invidiousness of TOMMY'S remark lost nothing of sting because he had not intended to hurt anyone's feelings--except, of course, those of SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, and that is a legitimate occupation. When an enthusiastic female admirer observed to the eminent WHISTLER that he and VELASQUEZ were the two greatest artists of times ancient or modern, JEMMY modestly observed, "Why drag in VELASQUEZ?" Thus BARTLEY, BUTCHER, and BYRNE turned upon TOMMY with reproachful glance and murmured, "Why drag in CHATHAM, BURKE, and FOX?" However, all over now. The midnight bells chiming over sultry London proclaim passing of Budget Bill through Committee. Been a long hard fight, monotonous in its continuity, occasionally exciting in its divisions, continuously illustrative of Englishman's faculty of never knowing when he's beaten. Honours rest with SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, who throughout has unflinchingly and, in the main, good humouredly, borne the brunt of battle. The flesh is weak, especially when there is a good deal of it, and the thermometer stands at 82° in the shade. The SQUIRE has snapped occasionally, JOKIM'S apologetic figure, upright at opposite side of table, proving unfailing, irresistible, incentive. Even worse to bear have been the desertion of a few followers and the importunity of many. Had the SQUIRE been a weaker man, he would long ago have brought the Closure to bear on obstruction, and there would have followed a state of irritation, amid which, if Budget was not wrecked, it would have appropriated the whole time of an extended Session. The SQUIRE, going on another tack, has worn out obstruction by affecting the virtue of urbanity if he had it not.