Mr. Baron Nathan has left Margate for Kennington. We have not heard whether he was accompanied by the Baroness. The Honourable Miss Nathan, when we last heard of her, was dancing a hornpipe among a shilling's worth of new laid eggs, at Tivoli. A few minutes after Sir Robert Peel left Privy-Gardens, in a carriage and four, for Claremont, Sam Snoxell jumped up behind the Brighton stage, from which he descended, after having been whipped down, at Kennington. * * * * * IMPORTANT INVENTION. The celebrated _savant_ Sir Peter Laurie, whose scientific labours to discover the cause of the variation of the weathercock on Bow Church, have astonished the Lord Mayor and the Board of Aldermen, has lately turned his attention to the subject of railroads. The result of his profound cogitations has been highly satisfactory. He has produced a plan for a railway on an entirely new principle, which will combine cheapness and security in an extraordinary degree. We have been favoured with a view of the inventor's plans, and we have no hesitation in saying that, if adopted, the most timid person may, with perfect safety, take [Illustration: A RIDE ON THE RAIL.] * * * * * THE BATTLE AND THE BREEZE. Our readers are informed that, despite the belligerent character of the correspondence between the fierce Fitz-Roy and the "Gentle" Shepherd, although it came to a slight _blow_, there is nothing to warrant an anticipation of their [Illustration: GETTING UP THE BREEZE.] * * * * * THE FASTING PHENOMENON. The Tories have engaged Bernard Cavanagh, the Irish fasting phenomenon, to give lectures on his system of abstinence, which they think might be beneficially introduced amongst the working-classes of England. This is a truly Christian principle of government, for while the people _fast_, the ministers will not fail to _prey_. * * * * * TORY BOONS. _Air_.--"NORA CREINA" The Whigs they promised every day To cure the ills which did surround us; It should have been, "no cure, no pay!" For now we're worse than when they found us. The Tory clique at length are in, And vow that they will save the nation, So kindly give us, to begin-- Exchequer bills and ventilation. Oh! the artful Tories _dear_, Oh! the _dear_, the artful Tories They alone perceive, 'tis clear, That taxes tend to England's glories. The Whigs declared cheap bread was good; To satisfy the people's cravings They tried to take the tax off wood-- Lord knows what might be done with shavings! The Tories vow these schemes were wrong, And adverse to good legislation; Therefore, propose (so runs our song)-- Exchequer bills and ventilation. Oh! the artful Tories _dear_, Oh! the _dear_ and artful Tories; They alone perceive, 'tis clear, Taxes tend to England's glories.