We have a great admiration of English Law, yet in the present instance, we think she shares very unjustly with Mother Church. For instance, Church in its meekness, says to _John Jones_, "You come not to my house on Sunday: pay a shilling." _John Jones_ refuses. "What!" exclaims Law--"refuse the modest request of my pious sister? Refuse to give her a little shilling! Give me _fourteen_." Hence, in this Christian country, law is of fourteen times the consequence of religion. Applauding as we do the efforts of the magistrates quoted by Lord BROUGHAM in the cause of Christianity, we yet conscientiously think their system capable of improvement. When the Rustic Police shall be properly established, we think they should be empowered to seize upon all suspected non-church goers every Saturday night, keeping them in the station-houses until Sunday morning, and then marching them, securely handcuffed, up the middle aisle of the parish church. 'Twould be a touching sight for Mr. PLUMPTREE, and such hard-sweating devotees. For the benefit of old offenders, we would also counsel a little wholesome private whipping in the vestry. Q. * * * * * PUNCH'S PENCILLINGS.--No. XIII. [Illustration: MR. SANCHO BULL AND HIS STATE PHYSICIAN. "Though surrounded with luxuries, the Doctor would not allow Sancho to partake of them, and dismissed each dish as it was brought in by the servants."--_Vide_ DON QUIXOTE.] * * * * * SWEET AUTUMN DAYS. Sweet Autumn days, sweet Autumn days, When, harvest o'er, the reaper slumbers, How gratefully I hymn your praise, In modest but melodious numbers. But if I'm ask'd why 'tis I make Autumn the theme of inspiration, I'll tell the truth, and no mistake-- With Autumn comes the long vacation. Of falsehoods I'll not shield me with a tissue-- Autumn I love--because _no writs then issue_. Others may hail the joys of Spring, When birds and buds alike are growing; Some the Summer days may sing, When sowing, mowing, on are going. Old Winter, with his hoary locks, His frosty face and visage murky, May suit some very jolly cocks, Who like roast-beef, mince-pies, and turkey: But give me Autumn--yes, I'm Autumn's child-- For then--_no declarations can be filed_. * * * * * TOM CONNOR'S DILEMMA. A TRUE TALE. SHOWING HOW READY WIT MAY SUPPLY THE PLACE OF READY MONEY.