_Unprotected Female._ Oh, but couldn't you help me--if you please! _1st Cabman (delighted with her distress)._ Here's furnitur! First floor to let with the sticks! What d'ye ask a week, Marm--for the use of the flower-pot? _Unprotected Female._ Oh--how can you--man? Oh--will somebody call something. It's 38, Great Coram Street, by the name of JONES--and I'll pay anything! _Bitter Cabman._ Oh, no--you mustn't go out o' the Hact! Sixpence a mile and no back fare--that's the ticket! _3rd Cabman._ Wans kept--and goods carefully removed! _Treacherous Cabman (in a tone of pretended sympathy)._ There you are, Marm! _Unprotected Female._ Oh--thank you--where? _Treacherous Cabman (calling a water-cart which is laying the dust)._ Here, Force-pump--lady to take hup! _Satiric Cabman._ And a reasonable quantity of luggage--_wide_ the hact! _Unprotected Female (simply)._ Oh--but I can't ride in a water-cart! _Satiric Cabman._ Thort you might like it this 'ot weather, Marm. _Polite Cabman._ So werry refreshin'--and you looks 'eated, Marm. _Unprotected Female._ Oh--if you wouldn't-- _Polite Cabman._ Could I hoffer hany refreshment, Marm. _Treacherous Cabman._ A little 'ot heel-soup, Marm--or a penn'orth o' winkles! _Unprotected Female._ Oh--if it was only a wheelbarrow! [_The_ UNPROTECTED _sinks in despair upon the pile. The Cabmen surround her in fierce exultation. Crowds of wrecked passengers and piles of luggage slowly accumulate around her, and gradually conceal her from the eye. A feeble plaint is occasionally heard to ascend from the recesses of the heap._ SCENE _closes_. * * * * * A COUP DE SOLEIL. The most remarkable illustration of "high Art," is presented by the Sun in his character of a Photographist; and indeed he may be regarded as _par excellence_ the rising artist of the day. * * * * * WANTED (during the Cab-strike), A ROOMY WHEELBARROW, capable of accommodating a Member of Parliament on the rising of the House Address, COLONEL SIBTHORP. No Free-Trader need apply. * * * * * A NEW CHAPTER IN THE ROMANCE OF KING ARTHUR. _Showing how the Round Table moved of its own accord, and of the terrible Adventure of the Rapping Spirits, and how_ SIR LANCELOT _took upon him the quest of a Medium._ [Illustration]