MONTEAGLE. P.S. Let me have your advice and your last Number immediately I have made a few notes, and paid the postage. The following is the letter referred to by the Baron Jamescrow:-- MY LORD,--Being known to some of your friends I would advise you, as you tender your peace and quiet, to devise some excuse to shift off your attendance at your house (clearly the House of Lords--_Monteagle_), for fire and brimstone have united to destroy the enemies of man (evidently gunpowder, lucifer-matches, and the Peers--_Monteagle_). Think not lightly of my advertisement (see _Dispatch_), but retire yourself in the country (I should think I would--_Monteagle_), where you may abide in safety; for though there be no appearance of any _punae_; (what the deuce does this mean? Puny's little--_Monteagle_), yet they will receive a terrible blow-up (By punae he means members of Parliament, and he _is_ another Guy!--_Monteagle_); yet they shall not see who hurts them, though the place shall be purified and the enemy completely destroyed. I am, your Lordship's servant, and destroyer to her Majesty and the two Houses of Parliament. T.I.F. Fin. We are surprised at our friend Monteagle troubling us with a matter evidently as plain as the nose on our own face. It requires neither a Solon nor a Punch to solve the enigma. It is merely a letter from Tiffin, the bug destroyer to her Majesty, and refers to his peculiar plan of persecuting the _punae_. We have no doubt that Lords and Commons will be blown up on the re-assembling of Parliament; and as an assurance that we do not speak upon conjecture only, we beg to subjoin a portrait of the delinquent. [Illustration: THE MODERN GUY VAUX.] * * * * * THE RIVAL CANDIDATES.