In the parish of Llanelly, Breconshire, the males exceed the females by more than one thousand. At Worcester, says the _Examiner_, the same majority is in favour of the ladies. We should propose a conference and a general swap of the sexes next market-day, as we understand there is not a window in Worcester without a notice of "Lodgings to let for single men," whilst at Llanelly the gentlemen declare sweethearts can't be had for "love nor money." * * * * * A NATURAL INFERENCE. "There'll soon be rare work (cry the journals in fear), When Peel is call'd in in _his_ regular way;" True--for when we've to pay all the Tories, 'tis clear, It is much the same thing as the _devil to pay_. * * * * * THE TORY TABLE D'HOTE--BILLY HOLMES (_loquitur_) "Walk up, walk up, ladies and gentlemen, feeding is going to commence Wellington and Peel are now giving their opening dinners to their friends and admirers. All who want _places_ must come early. Walk up! walk up!--This is the real constitutional tavern. Here we are! gratis feeding for the greedy! Make way there for those hungry-looking gentlemen--walk up, sir--leave your vote at the bar, and take a ticket for your hat." * * * * * BLACK AND WHITE. The Tories vow the Whigs are black as night, And boast that they are only blessed with light. Peel's politics to both sides so incline, His may be called the _equinoctial line_. * * * * * THE LEGAL ECCALOBEION. Baron Campbell, who has sat altogether about 20 hours in the Irish Court of Chancery, will receive 4,000l. a-year, on the death of either Lord Manners or Lord Plunkett, (both octogenarians;) which, says the _Dublin Monitor_, "taking the average of human life, he will enjoy thirty years;" and adds, "20 hours contain 1,200 minutes; and 4,000l. a-year for thirty years gives 120,000l. So that he will receive for the term of his natural life just one hundred pounds for every minute that he sat as Lord Chancellor." Pleasant incubation this! Sitting 20 hours, and hatching a fortune. If there be any truth in metempsychosis, Jocky Campbell must be the _goose that laid golden eggs_. * * * * * IRISH PARTICULAR. SHEIL'S oratory's like bottled Dublin stout; For, draw the cork, and only froth comes out. * * * * * CALUMNY REFUTED. We can state on the most positive authority that the recent fire at the Army and Navy Club did not originate from a spark of Colonel Sibthorp's wit falling amongst some loose jokes which Captain Marryatt had been scribbling on the backs of some unedited purser's bills. * * * * * HITTING THE RIGHT NAIL ON THE HEAD. The Whigs resemble nails--How so, my master? Because, like nails, when _beat_ they _hold the faster_. * * * * * A MATTER OF TASTE.