SIR ROBERT PEEL--A large stock of political consistency. LORD LONDONDERRY--An ounce of wit. LORD NORMANBY--A complete copy of "Yes and No." COLONEL SIBTHORP--A calf's-head, garnished. THE BISHOP OF EXETER--His pastoral blessing. LORD MELBOURNE AND LORD JOHN RUSSELL--A pair of cast-off slippers. MR. WAKELY--A dish of Tory flummery. DAN O'CONNELL--A prime lot of [Illustration: REAL IRISH BUTTER.] * * * * * SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.--NO. 7. Fair Daphne has tresses as bright as the hue That illumines the west when a summer-day closes; Her eyes seem like violets laden with dew, Her lips will compare with the sweetest of roses. By Daphne's decree I am doom'd to despair, Though ofttimes I've pray'd the fair maid to revoke it. "No--Colin I love"--(thus will Daphne declare) "Put that in your pipe, if you will, sir, and smoke it." Once I thought that she loved me (O! fatal deceit), For she wore at the dance the gay wreath I had twined her; She smiled when I swore that I envied each sweet, And vow'd that in love's rosy chains I would bind her. I press'd her soft hand, and a blush dyed her cheek; "Oh! there's love," I exclaim'd, "in that eye's liquid glancing." She spoke, and I think I can _still_ hear her speak-- "You know about love what a pig knows of dancing!" * * * * * JOE HUM(E)ANITY. The "late of" Middlesex, during his visit to Switzerland, happened to be charged, at a cottage half-way up the Jura, three farthings for seven eggs. Astonished and disgusted at the demand, he vehemently declared that things were come to a pretty [Illustration: PASS IN THE MOUNTAINS] * * * * * THE MINISTERIAL TOP. We understand Sir James Graham has lately been labouring under severe and continued fits of vertigo, produced, as his medical attendants state, by his extraordinary propensity for _turning round_. * * * * * BERNARD CAVANAGH AND THE POOR LAW COMMISSIONERS. It is not generally known that the above gentleman has been officially engaged by the eminent and philanthropic pauper-patrons, to put his principles into practice throughout the whole of the Unions in the United Kingdom. Knowing the extraordinary appetite of the vulgar for anything approaching the unintelligible and marvellous, we feel sorry to be obliged, by a brief detail of this gentleman's early life and habits, to divest the present phenomenon of much of its apparent wonder and romance. Mr. Cavanagh was in infancy rather remarkable for the many sleepless nights he occasioned his worthy parents by his juvenile intimations that fasting at that time was no part of his system. He progressed rapidly in his powers of consumption, and was indeed a child of [Illustration: A FULL HABIT;]