It wood seem then, that at Kilburn where it was wunce all green feelds, there has growed up a reglar crowd of working peeple with far more than their fair share of children and as the feelds has all come for to be bilt over, the poor little children afoursaid have been obleeged to do their playing in the streets, and the nateral or rather unnateral consequence has follered, as that numbers of the poor little deers was run over and killed. So a nice little Park has been made for 'em all to play in, where they can injoy their fresh hair and releeve their poor Mother's minds, and grow up red and strong and harty, instead of white and weak and wan. And the old Copperashun having put it all ship shape, and promist to keep it all in order for hever, arsked the +Lord Mare+ to go down and open it, as he did, and in sitch full state that one of the natives said as it was like a lot of sunbeams suddenly cumming out on a clowdy day. So the +Lord Mare+ finished his long list of good deeds by adding one more to 'em, and the Copperashun added one more Open Space to the many they has either secured or helped to secure. So wenever I hears a sneer at 'em I shall say, "Please to remember that 5th of November!" +Robert.+ * * * * * +Barnum's+ Show burnt. Of course he will rise like an American ph[oe]nix from the ashes. He will advertise it as Burnum's Show. * * * * * [Illustration: "PRAVE 'ORTS." "+By the bye, dear Professor, which would _you_ say--_Abiogén-esis_, or _Abiogen[=e]s-is_?+" "+_Neither_, my dear Madam, if I could possibly help it!+"] * * * * *