Now, 'tis no task to talk a woman into Love, or a dance, or into dressing fine-- No task, I've heard, to talk her into sin too; But, somehow, reason don't seem in her line. And so Miss Hy-son, spite of kith and kin too, Persisting such a husband to decline-- The eager mandarin issued a warrant, And got her apprehended by her parent. Thus the poor girl was caught, for there was no Appeal against so wealthy lover's fiat: She must e'en be a wife of his, and so She yielded him her hand demure and quiet; For ladies seldom cry unless they know There's somebody convenient to cry _at_-- And; though it is consoling, on reflection Such fierce emotions ruin the complexion. * * * * * FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE. Yesterday Paddy Green honoured that great artist William Hogarth Teniers Raphael Bunks, Esq., with a sitting for a likeness. The portrait, which will doubtless be an admirable one, is stated to be destined to adorn one of Mr. Catnach's ballads, namely, "The Monks of Old!" which Mr. P. Green, in most obliging manner, has allowed to appear. William Paul took a walk yesterday as far as Houndsditch, in company with Jeremiah Donovan. A pair of left-off unmentionables is confidently reported to be the cause of their visit in the "far East." The lady of Paddy Green, Esquire, on Wednesday last, with that kindness which has always distinguished her, caused to be distributed a platterful of trotter bones amongst the starving dogs of the neighbourhood. From information exclusively our own, and for whose correctness we would stake our hump, we learn that James Burke, the honoured member of the P.R., was seen to walk home on the night of Tuesday last with three fresh herrings on a twig. After supper, he consoled himself with a pint of fourpenny ale. Charles Mears yesterday took a ride in a Whitechapel omnibus. He alighted at Aldgate Pump, at which he took a draught of water from the ladle. He afterwards regaled on a couple of polonies and a penny loaf. * * * * * THE UNKINDEST CUT OF ALL.