Half-past Six.—I again open my letter to say, that I have nothing further to add, except that the betting continues in favour of the popular candidate. Seven o’clock.—Huzza!—Griggles is shot! The glorious principles of constitutional freedom have been triumphant! The town is in an uproar of delight! We are making preparations to illuminate. BALLINAFAD IS SAVED! FIGSBY FOR EVER! EPIGRAM. Lord Johnny from Stroud thought it best to retreat. Being certain of getting the sack, So he ran to the City, and begged for a seat, Crying, “Please to re-member Poor Jack!” CONUNDRUMS BY COL. SIBTHORP. Why is a tall nobleman like a poker?—Because he’s a high’un belonging to the great. Why is a defunct mother like a dog?—Because she’s a ma-stiff. When is a horse like a herring?—When he’s hard rode. EPIGRAM ON SEEING AN EXECUTION. One morn, two friends before the Newgate drop, To see a culprit throttled, chanced to stop: “Alas!” cried one as round in air he spun, “That miserable wretch’s race is run.” “True,” said the other drily, “to his cost, The race is run—but, by a neck ‘tis lost.” FASHIONABLE ARRIVALS. Lord John Russell has arrived at a conviction—that the Whigs are not so popular as they were. Sir Peter Laurie has arrived at the conclusion—that Solon was a greater man than himself. THE POET FOILED. To win the maid the poet tries, And sonnets writes to Julia’s eyes;— She likes a verse—but cruel whim, She still appears a-verse to him. A most cruel hoax has recently been played off upon that deserving class the housemaids of London, by the insertion of an advertisement in the morning papers, announcing that a servant in the above capacity was wanted by Lord Melbourne. Had it been for a cook, the absurdity would have been too palpable, as Melbourne has frequently expressed his opposition to sinecures. ECCLESIASTICAL TRANSPORTATION. Now B—y P—l has beat the Whigs, The Church can’t understand Why Bot’ny Bay should be all sea, And have no see on land. For such a lamentable want Our good Archbishop grieves; ’Tis very strange the Tories should Remind him of the thieves! EPIGRAM. An American paper tells us of a woman named Dobbs, who was killed in a preaching-house at Nashville, by the fall of a chandelier on her head. Brett’s Patent Brandy poet, who would as soon make a witticism on a cracked crown as a cracked bottle, has sent us the following:— “The light of life comes from above,” Old Dingdrum snuffling said; “The light came down on Peggy Dobbs, And Peggy Dobbs was dead.” A man in Kentucky was so absent, that he put himself on the toasting- fork, and did not discover his mistake until he was done brown. CONSISTENCY. No wonder Tory landlords flout “Fix’d Duty,” for ’tis plain, With them the Anti-Corn-Law Bill Must go against the grain. The anticipated eruption of Mount Vesuvius is said to have been prevented by throwing a box of Holloway’s Ointment into the crater.