There's a lovely pictur called Ambrosia, a ewident misprint for Hambrosia--probably a new kind of sandwitch--in which there's a werry model of a good-looking waitress a carrying such a elegant little lunshon, as reelly made me quite hungry to look at. I thinks as the reel natives is quite a triumph of Hart. There's quite a grand pictur of the dear old Bank, with all the Carts and Cabs and Omnibuses, and people being all scrowged up together, just like life, and ewerybody a wondering how on earth they shall hever be able to cross, jest like life, and the Bus Coachman a flirtin with the lady passenger on the box, jest like life, and the Policeman a driving away the pore little beggar, jest like life. Ah, it's a reel lovely pictur that is, and werry creditabel to Mr. DOGSTAIL who I'm told painted it. I think the most perthetic pictur in the hole lot is the one called "the Dunce." He's a setting all by hisself, pore feller, what they calls detained, a trying his werry best to do his lesson and he can't do it. And why, coz his thoughts is away out in the playground, where he hears the shouts and the larfing of his skool-fellers. Now, what shood I do, Doctor ABBOTT, if I was his master? Why I shood let him have a nours run with his playmates, and then, when he cums in fresh and jolly, try him again, and praps he'd estonish you. I was a Dunce myself wunce, spechally at spelling, and that's how _I_ was cured. How werry contented all the Parsons looks, they lolls back in their cumferal chairs as much as to say to the tired wisitors, "Don't you wish you had sitch chairs as these to set in?" Some of the Solgers looks at you jest as if they'd like to say, "What on airth are you staring at?" I coud ony take jest a glance at the lovely landscapes; but oh, how nice and cool and carm they all looked, after the staring portrates with their flaring cullers. ROBERT. * * * * * "_THE Wye_" is among STANFORD'S Tourist Guides for this season. He ought to issue another called "_The Wherefore_." If he doesn't show cause for the tour, people will simply ask, "Why?" and stop at home. * * * * * MR. NEWTON will by this time have received quite a refreshing torrent of abuse on his devoted head. No--not torrent--CASS-cade. * * * * * [Illustration: REMARKS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT UNANSWERED. _Lady Godiva._ "YES, MR. GREEN, I'VE BEEN PAINTED BY ALL THE MOST CELEBRATED ARTISTS OF MY TIME; BUT NOT _ONE_ OF THEM HAS EVER DONE ME JUSTICE!" _Mr. Green._ "WHAT--NOT EVEN _SIR JOSHUA?_"] * * * * * MIXED PICKLES; OR, A VERY LATE PARTY. SCENE--_A Private Room. Two Eminent Statesmen discovered in consultation. Lists of past and present Members of Parliament, also political Maps of England, scattered about._ _Lord R. Ch-rch-ll._ Well, we're agreed about the name, then. It's to be the "National Radical Conservative Unionist Liberal Party," eh?