O Reveal, thou fay-like stranger, Why this lonely path you seek; Every step is fraught with danger Unto one so fair and meek. Where are they that _should_ protect thee In this darkling hour of doubt? Love _could_ never thus neglect thee!-- _Does your mother know you're out?_ Why so pensive, Peri-maiden? Pearly tears bedim thine eyes! Sure thine heart is overladen, When each breath is fraught with sighs. Say, hath care life's heaven clouded, Which hope's stars were wont to spangle? What hath all thy gladness shrouded?-- _Has your mother sold her mangle?_ * * * * * A PUBLIC CONVENIENCE. We are requested to state, by the Marquis of W----, that, for the convenience of the public, he has put down one of his carriages, and given orders to Pearce, of Long-acre, for the construction of an easy and elegant _stretcher._ * * * * * CANDIDATES UNDER DIFFERENT PHASES [Illustration: CANVASSING. What a love of a child THE DEPUTATION. If you think me worthy THE SUCCESSFUL CANDIDATE. Constituents--rascals THE HUSTINGS. Don't mention it I beg THE PUBLIC DINNER. The proudest moment of my life] * * * * * FINE ARTS. PUNCH begs most solemnly to assure his friends and the artists in general, that should the violent cold with which he has been from time immemorial afflicted, and which, although it has caused his voice to appear like an infant Lablache screaming through horse-hair and thistles, yet has not very materially affected him otherwise--should it not deprive him of existence--please Gog and Magog, he will, next season, visit every exhibition of modern art as soon as the pictures are hung; and further, that he will most unequivocally be down with his _coup de baton_ upon every unfortunate nob requiring his peculiar attention.