NO SALARY REQUIRED.--A young Gentleman, (20 years of age), author of several works, wishes for a HOME. He is a beautiful reader and writer; can write poetry, tales, essays, and anything literary. He is possessed of pleasing manners, kind disposition, and would do all in his power to make himself useful, and contribute to the happiness of those with whom he may become associated. One of his works sent for six stamps. Address Reginald Villiers, &c., &c. This is a performance on a similar instrument; but it is the clarionet to the cornet-à-pistons. Only 20; a "beautiful" reader and writer; can write poetry, tales, essays, and "anything literary;" and is already the "author of several works." Why, this is a second "CHATTERTON the marvellous Boy," and we should say he had better take care that he does not so far resemble "The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride," as to go off, some day, in a fit of vanity and self-conceit. We are almost inclined to send him six stamps for one of his works, in order that we may ascertain if it is worth a single rap. * * * * * ROEBUCK HIMSELF AGAIN. The _Sheffield Independent_ announces that MR. ROEBUCK'S health is so much improved that he has accepted an invitation to the Cutlers' feast. We are happy to hear it, and hope MR. ROEBUCK will do the Cutlers the credit of playing a good knife and fork. * * * * * THE DECIMAL COINAGE. _The Chairman of the Committee to the Vulgar (fractional) Public._ AIR--_"Won't you Come and take Tea in the Arbour?"_ The Coinage Committee, which sat in the City, At last have completed their labour, And derive from the action intense satisfaction; We're sick of "COLENSO" and "MAVOR!" But as it may be thought that we mean our "report" For the special behoof of "the City," Half a page of the _Times_ we'll condense into rhymes To the air of a popular ditty. So, though it's uphilly, give up all your silly Ideas, which might suit your grandfather About shillings and pence, which are not common sense, And take to the decimals rather! As in loyalty bound, we shall stick to the pound-- 'Twould be treason the "sovereign" to banish; But all the half-crowns, "bobs", "joeys", and "browns," Into Royal Mint-sauce must vanish. But we'll leave you the _Florin_, which cannot be foreign, As every one lots of them handles, And of these 'twill be found, ten will go to the pound, For all the world like--kitchen candles! Then, though it's uphilly, &c.