[Illustration: A MOVING INCIDENT. _Pat, (to Bridget.)_ “TAKE YOUR MASTHER’S TRUNK TO THE RAILROAD, IS IT? OCH! BOTHER—DON’T YOU SEE I’M MOVIN’ A FAMILY?”] THE "TOBACCO PARLIAMENT" OF OHIO. For genial law-making in America commend us to the Ohio House of Representatives. While we haven't learned that the legislation of this august body has been particularly hazy of late, we think it must have been wholesome, for we are assured that much of it has been thoroughly "fumigated" through the exertions of the majority of its members, who perform their functions with pipes in their mouths, while drawn up in semi-circle around a couple of fire-places built expressly for their accommodation—"one on each side of the speaker's desk," Who _wouldn't_ legislate, (and early, too,) if he could do it with his feet on the fender, his well-flavored Havana or best Virginia leaf in his mouth, and the privilege of cracking jokes and telling naughty stories _ad interim?_ Go it, ye Buckeye lawmakers! Shall we hear of any sympathy for Cuba in that quarter? A "Woman's Physic." (MRS. C—N TO MRS. MCF—D.) "My Darling, I have found a panacea for all woes, In Man: _When one man will not suit or stay,__ Then get another, right away."_ CABLE NEWS. [EXCLUSIVELY FOR PUNCHINELLO.] GREAT BRITAIN. The Great PUNCHINELLO dinner has come off! JENKINS was there, and was to have telegraphed an account. But he was not so well as usual the next day, the Thames water having got into his head. JENKINS never _could_ take much water. So your correspondent is obliged to trust to his memory—unaffected by the water, which he did not take. Old London Tavern was the scene of this banquet, given by the _literati_ of England in honor of the long-wished-for coming of PUNCHINELLO. The dining-hall was decorated for the occasion with appropriate portraits. There were HOGARTH, CERVANTES, ADDISON, MOLIÈRE, SWIFT, STERNE, GOLDSMITH, TOM HOOD, IRVING, THACKERAY, DICKENS, and ARTEMUS WARD. A number of the waiters were costumed in character. From my seat, I recognized SAM WELLER, (right behind me;) the Fat Boy of _Pickwick;_ SANCHO PANZA, and JEAMES YELLOWPLUSH. Mr. PUNCH was represented at the head of the table so well that you could know him at once from his weekly frontispiece. On one side of him sat CHARLES DICKENS; on the other, your humble ambassador. It would be rather invidious to name the other hundred guests; not to be there was to be nowhere in literature. Near me there sat Lord LYTTON, TOM HUGHES, PRÉVOST PARADOL, EDMOND ABOUT, CHARLES KINGSLEY, PAUL FÉVAL, and the Rev. JOHN CUMMING.