The glorious triumphs of the mighty Wellington are here no better passports than the foul murders of the atrocious Burke; the subtle Talleyrand, the deep deviser of political schemes, ruler of rulers, and master mover of the earth's great puppets, is not one jot superior to the Italian mountebank, whose well-skilled hand drew tones from catgut rivalling even the ideal trumpet of great Fame herself! By some strange anomaly, _success_ and _failure_ alike render the candidates admissible--no matter the littleness of the source from whence they sprung. Lord Melbourne's "premiership" gave shape to the all but Promethean wax. The failure of John Frost, his humble follower, secured his right to Fame's posthumous honours. All partiality is _here_ forgotten. The titled premier, in the haunts of men, may boast his monarch's palace as his home. The suffering felon, though _iron_ binds his limbs, and eats into his heart--though slow approaching, but sure-coming death, makes the broad world for him a living grave, _here_ he stands, as one among the great ones of the _show_! The amiability of Albert, that "excellent Prince," and therefore "_most_ excellent young man," is ingeniously contrasted with the vices of a Greenacre, and the villany of a _Hare_. The stern endurance and unflinching perseverance of the zealous and single-hearted Calvin is deprived of its exclusiveness by the more exciting and equally famous Sir William Courtenay (_alias_ Thom). The thrilling recollection of the "poet peer," and "peerless poet," the highly-imaginative and unrivalled Byron, whose flood of song, poured out in one continuous stream of varied passion-breathing fancy, is calmed by gazing on "dull life's antipodes," the bandaged remnant of a dried-up mummy! Poor Mary Stuart! the beautiful, the murdered Queen of Scots, is only parted from the "Maiden Queen," who sealed her doom, by the interposition of the blood-stained ruthless wretch (England's Eighth Harry), to whom "Bess" owed her birth! Pitt, Fox, and Canning are matched with Courvoisier, Gould, and Collins. Liston is _vis a vis_ to Joe Hume, while Louis Philippe but shares attention with the rivalling models of the Bastille and Guillotine! Verily, there is a moral in all this, "an we could but find it out." * * * * *