_April 22, 1809._ _A Piece-Offering._ Published by T. Tegg.--Mrs. Clarke, in all her extensive finery, is sacrificing her memoirs, _Life of Mrs. Clarke_, the Duke's ardent love-letters, and all the disagreeable evidences supposed to have remained in her possession, at the _Altar of Repentance_. The figure of the Commander is rising in effigy above the flames, in the centre of a brilliant sun; his face is turned to the authoress of the pyre with a satisfied smile. The high-priestess of the sacrifice is gratefully addressing the mollified divinity: 'Thus perish all that gives my darling pain!' _May 24, 1809._ _The Quaker and the Clarke._ Published by T. Tegg.--A sedate Quaker, in a suit of modest brown, has turned his back on the beguiling enchantress, fair authoress of so much mischief, and is hurrying away from her entreaties 'to tarry a while,' declaring: 'Woman, avaunt! I am not to be tempted; and be it known also I am a married man,' &c. _May 28, 1809._ _John Bull and the Genius of Corruption._ Published by T. Tegg (94).--The national prototype has been haranguing on the extinction of abuses with a compound symbolical monster, who is standing in the way of progress and healthy legislation. Mr. Bull's corrupt opponent is making the Jesuitical concession: 'What you say about Reform, Johnny, is very true, but this is not the time for it!' John Bull, who has no opinion of the obstructive party, is retorting, 'No, nor it never will be while such a monster as you remains in existence!' The monster, who is evidently a difficult customer to deal with, wears a defensive cap of _Professions and Promises_; he has 'an eye to _Interest_,' a _Mouth of Guile_, and a nose to _Scent for Interest_; he wears the _Collar of Corruption_, has _Wings of Speculation_, _Arms of Power_, and _Hands of Extortion_, and is further provided with bags of gold for the purpose of bribery, _Deep Pockets of Perquisites_, _Legs of Luxury_, and he is propped on _Feet of Connivance_. _June 12, 1809._ _Boney's Broken Bridge._--The Austrian army is drawn up in security on one side of the river Danube; Buonaparte, in a fine rage with his discomfited generals, and his disappointed legions, are arrayed on the other bank, powerless to disturb their exulting adversaries. The Emperor is pointing to the remains of his famous bridge, and furiously demanding, in reply to the Austrian taunts: 'Ah, who is it that dares contradict me? I say it was some floating timber and the high swell of the river that caused the shocking accident!' An impolitic old general, bowing low, and in consternation at the news he is obliged to impart, is replying: 'With all due deference to your little Majesty, it was the Austrian fire-boats that destroyed the bridge.' The Archduke's troops are chanting a new edition of an old nursery rhyme:-- Boney's bridge is broken down, Dance over the Lady Lee; Boney's bridge is broken down By an Archduke--ee.