And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays, that say a thousand things at once, To the high dama’s brow more melancholy.” The only requisite (besides money) for this desirable lot is, that the purchaser must write a bold round hand for PROTOCOLS, understand French and Chinese, and be an EXPERT TURNER. LOT 5. SEVERAL UNDER SECRETARYSHIPS, admirably adapted for younger sons and poor relatives. The whole of the proceeds (by the advice of her Majesty’s Cabinet Council) will be devoted to the erection of a UNION FOR DECAYED MINISTERS. Cards to view may be had at the Treasury any day after the meeting of Parliament. “Very like a whale!” as the schoolmaster said when he examined the boy’s back after severely flogging him. [pg 26] THE DIARY OF A LORD MAYOR. All the world is familiar with the “Diary of a Physician,” the “Diary of an Ennuyée,” the “Diary of a Lady of Rank,” and Heaven knows how many other diaries besides! but who has ever heard of, or saw, the “Diary of a Lord Mayor,—that day-book, or blotter, as it may be commercially termed, of a gigantic mind? Who has ever perused the autobiography of the Lama of Guildhall, Cham of Cripplegate, Admiral of Fleet Ditch, Great Turtle-hunter and Herod of Michaelmas geese? We will take upon ourselves to answer—not one! It was reserved for PUNCH to give to his dear friends, the public, the first and only extract which has ever been made from the genuine diary of a late Lord Mayor of London, or, as that august individual was wont, when in Paris, to designate himself on his visiting tickets— “Mr. —— “FEU LORD MAYOR DE LONDRES.” How the precious MS. came into our possession matters little to the reader; suffice it to say, it is a secret which must ever remain confined to the bosoms of PUNCH and his cheesemonger.