It was a deed of partnership between Cornelius Crobble, of Lodge, Hertfordshire, Esquire, and the poor cobbler's son, ANDREW MULLINS. A RIGMAROLE.--PART I. "De omnibus rebus." The evening is calm--the sun has just sunk below the tiles of the house, which serenely bounds the view from the quiet attic where I wield the anserine plume for the delectation of the pensive public--all nature, etc.--the sky is deep blue, tinged with mellowest red, like a learned lady delicately rouged, and ready for a literary soiree--the sweet-voiced pot-boy has commenced his rounds with "early beer," and with leathern lungs, and a sovereign contempt for the enactments of the new police-act --greasy varlets proclaim to the hungry neighbourhood--"Baked sheeps' heads, hot!"--O! savoury morsel!--May no legislative measure ever silence this peripatetic purveyor to the poor! or prevent his calling--may the tag-rag and bob-tail never reject a sheep's head! "I never sees a sheep's head, but I thinks on you," said Mrs. Spriggins, whose physiognomy was as yellow and as wrinkled as a duck's foot. Spriggins whipped his horse, for they were driving in a one-horse chaise, with two boys, and an infant in arms--Spriggins whipped his horse spitefully, for Mrs. S.'s sarcasm inspired him with a splenetic feeling; and as he durst not chastise her, the animal received the benefit of her impetus. Spriggins was a fool by nature, and selfish by disposition. Mrs. S. was a shrivelled shrew, with a "bit o' money;"--that was the bait at which he, like a hungry gudgeon, had seized, and he was hooked! The "spousals" had astonished the vulgar--the little nightingale of Twickenham would have only smiled; for has he not sweetly sung-- "There swims no goose so grey, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate;" and her union was a verification of this flowing couplet. At different times, what different meanings the self-same words obtain. According to the reading of the new poor-law guardians, "Union," as far as regards man and wife, is explained "Separation;" or, like a ship when in distress, the "Union" is reversed! In respect of his union, Spriggins would have most relished the reading of the former! But there are paradoxes--a species of verbal puzzle--which, in the course of this ride, our amiable family of the Spriggins's experienced to their great discomfort. Drawing up a turnpike-gate, Mrs. S. handed a ticket to the white-aproned official of the trust. "You should have gone home the way you came out--that ticket won't do here," said the man; "so out with your coppers--three-pence." "I don't think I've got any half-pence!" said Mr. S., fumbling in his pennyless pocket. "Well, then, I must give you change." "But I'm afraid I hav'nt got any silver," replied Mr. S., with a long face.--"I say, mister, cou'dn't you trust me?--I'd be wery sure to bring it to you."